********************SPOILER ALERT********************** DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ BREAKING FINN, IT WILL RUIN THE ENDING!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a sequel to Breaking Finn. It's pretty much essential that you read that first. Everything that happens in this story is an aftermath to what happens in that story; therefore I have removed the description. Some readers who came here first, read the description and then were bummed out because in some ways, it was a spoiler for Breaking Finn. So... Just go read Breaking Finn first and then you will have a good idea what this sequel is going to be about. :) As usual, all photos of models that are used to portray my characters do not belong to me, and they have no connection to the real person. I have no knowledge of these models private life and this story in no way portrays them or their preferences. If you are one of my readers, you know that I like to use pictures of models and music videos to add depth to my chapters. We are a multi-media world now and I truly believe they add a lot to my story, so please look at both the picture and the music video. But again, note that the models have not given their permission nor endorsement to use their images here, I have just borrowed them from the internet. Since I don't make any money using their pictures here and I am letting you know that they have no connection to the story, I am hoping this is all good. If you do not like manxman stories, please do not continue on (though, if you read Breaking Finn and moved on to this sequel, I kinda have a hunch that you don't mind it). This story is my property, please do not copy it. All rights reserved, copyrighted, yada yada yada.

Corey is the shy young artistic intern. The ink was barely dry on his Degree, but he managed, with the help of a childhood friend to land a sweet job with Roche Marketing Inc., where his creativity can shine. On his very first day of work he literally ran smack dab into the Sexiest man he had ever laid his eyes on and it was like he was struck by lightning when none other than Marcus Roche, the CEO of the company, stopped his fall. The man's touch seared him, marked him and even though the man was his boss, Corey wanted desperately to belong to him. Marcus Roche is the brilliant force behind his company, the CEO of Roche Marketing INC. His cold and unyielding personality commanded respect and perfection of those around him. His personal life was no different, Marcus is a Dominant, an badass one at that, he craved to have sweet little boys kneeling at his feet worshipping him, he was content to have his subs fawning all over him at his club, The Dungeon; but he had no desire to have a relationship with any of them outside of the playrooms. What will happen to his well organized world when a young intern literally stumbles into life with big innocent blue eyes that he felt could see right into his soul?

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.