Am In love with my Boss

Am In love with my Boss

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He started kissing my neck and groping my ass in his large hands. A soft moan slip from the back of my throat when he started sucking on my sweet spot. "Move in with me", he asked "W-what are you crazy I can't leave my mom", I reply " Come on your mom is good as new, she will be okay living by herself, she can even visit ", he said. " I'll think about it", I reply. This is the story of Malea Johns and Deejay Spencer. Malea is just your ordinary 20 year old girl, dirty blonde waist length hair, ocean blue eyes with plump lips. Deejay is the rich C.E.O of Spencer Enterprises. He is a rich, kind, and great person 22 year old business man. He has brown hair, green eyes and full lips. What happens when Malea mother needed a heart transplant and she has to get a different job that pays more to cover the bills. Sexual Content Warning: P.G 16 [ON HOLD] Slow updates
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When a girl gets a complete makeover, the hot guy is supposed to start liking her. Not Forrest Stephens. He merely gave me a once-over, said "nice outfit", and walked right past me. Maybe being his friend was the problem. But now that other guys started noticing me, he's gotten protective-demanding I don't date them without his permission, and touching me in ways that makes everyone think I'm off-limits. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · "Spencer," his caress over my name brought the smallest blush, the events of last night flashing through my mind like a movie. His knuckles brushed my cheek. Angling his head, he studied me, eyes narrowing in a way that was uncomfortably critical. "You're blushing," he noted. He was so close I caught a whiff of his wintergreen gum. In that moment I wanted to disappear. "I'm not," I denied. "You are," he countered, leaning in. "Your cheeks are pink. You're not into me-are you?" 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢 #1 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 **WARNING: I WROTE THIS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL. ONLY REVISED FOR READABILITY.** [Originally written 2008]

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