Anything For Him

Joanna has had a crush on her boss, Luke Mitchell, for a very long time. Knowing that he's miserable in his marriage, she decides to show him just what he deserves: a woman who will give him everything he wants, bare and unprotected. And it isn't long before her belly is swelling...

Excerpt:
I didn't start lusting after my boss, Mr. Mitchell, when I first started working for him. First of all, he was more than a decade older than I was. Second, I was determined to never be that oldest of clichés: the secretary who falls for her boss.

Third, he was already married.

I know it wouldn't have stopped a lot of women, but it was just one more thing on top of everything else that made me determined to look elsewhere.

But over time, I grew to like him.

He was a good boss, and had always been easy on the eyes despite our age difference. I began to notice the little things about him, not the least of which was the fact that he took care of his body in a way that not even guys my age could be bothered to do. He was warm and passionate about his work, always going out of his way to help anyone who needed it.

Employees and clients alike.

Seeing that all the time, spending so much of my time every week with him, how could I not fall?

Now, when I touched myself at night, it was his face that I saw. His body I pictured, moving over mine. Sliding my fingers into me, I wondered what it would be like to take his cock.

It was a hopeless crush, at best.

And then there was his wife.

I don't know what he saw in her, honestly. Two more different people I’ve never met. Where he was warm, she was cold. Where he was generous and kind, she was selfish and greedy.

No, he didn’t tell me that to get my sympathy. I saw it. All the time. I'd learned early on that it was wise to let the older secretary handle the desk when it was known that Mrs. Mitchell was going to be in the office. The first time she saw me and realized who I was, she went in and screamed at her husband for more than an hour, until she lost her voice.

Accusing him of all sorts of horrible things.

At the moment, she was visiting again. Scolding him. From what I could hear—and I was two rooms away from Mr. Mitchell’s inner office—and despite the closed doors and thick walls her voice was carrying loud and clear.

She was apparently upset with his recent request that they have children. She could not believe that he was selfish enough to ask her to ruin her figure when he wouldn’t even buy her half the things she wanted.

And she also let slip that she hadn’t been letting him touch her for months.

That explained a lot, actually.

Once she was gone, I slipped into his room despite the fact that he’d told everyone in the office that he wanted to be alone. Carrying a large glass of his favorite bourbon, I set it quietly upon his desk as he stared out at the city skyline through the window.

He was rubbing the back of his neck, pausing every now and then to pinch the bridge of his nose, making it clear that he was getting another stress headache from his wife’s nagging.

I knew he would need something a little stronger than the booze, and was tormented with the thoughts of how I would love to distract him from his troubles by getting down on my knees in front of his chair. Unzipping his pants and taking out his cock. Sucking him until he forgot everything else existed.

Until he shot all of his stress—and his cum—down the back of my throat.