Bending down, he stopped when his mouth was right by my ear. I could feel his warm breath hit the side of my neck. He rested his fingertip on my collarbone and started tracing down but stopped just as it brushed my blouse. "I've kept you here because whenever I look at you I want to f* you so hard and that very thought gets me off every. Single. Night." Casella hated her boss. Feeling like she slaved away to work her way to the top, she still felt put down by him. But when his desire overcomes his professionalism, Casella can't hold back. Which can be exhilarating, but also dangerous. They say you shouldn't mix work with pleasure... (contains explicit content)