Tyler knows he’s straight, but then why does he keep having dreams about his boss? The last thing he wants is a rumor starting in the office, and when one of his coworker’s makes a comment, Tyler sets about proving it wrong in the worst way possible. If Mr. Cross finds out his favorite employee is fooling around with a girl in the break room, Tyler’s in for a disciplining he’s not likely to forget.
All he can do is hope Mr. Cross will take it easy on him, but one look at his boss’s face says that’s not very likely …
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, spanking, discipline, dominance, first time anal sex, and a lot of charged up hot guys who think they’re straight and some who know what they want from the start. All characters are 18 or older.
Notice: This story includes themes and passages that have been adapted from the Office Discipline stories by Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.
I crossed my arms. “What, are you going to be difficult now?”
“I just don’t want to feel like I’m being used to prove a point.”
My smile was growing broader the more she teased me. She was very cute, and she knew it. She was funny, and she knew it. She really wasn’t all that bad a girl, and she really had my number. And she knew that, too. Sometimes the only way to get a little power back on your side in a situation like that is to make a move. So I kissed her.
It wasn’t a long, drawn out surrender to eternal yearning. It wasn’t the door to warm, wet forbidden ecstasy. But it felt good.
It felt good, and it also felt kind of wrong in a very enticing way, there in the break room with the blinds drawn by some lucky accident.
It only lasted a moment, and I pulled back just an inch.
“What do you think about that?” I asked, my mouth still very close to hers.
This time she kissed me. Her arm moved around my waist, drawing me against her body. She smelled very good, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her lips and tongue were soft and sensual, playful but with serious intent. Her hand wandered down my back, cupping my ass.
I let my eyes slip closed. I softened my position, conforming to her, letting my body savor hers. This second one was a really, really good kiss.
But it ended too soon.
At the sound of the break room door, my eyes flew open. I leapt back, my heart missing several beats in a row.
And it kept on missing beats as I looked up to see who had discovered us. I was frozen, backed against the wall, my arm still extended from pushing myself back.
Mr. Garrett face was a thundercloud as he stepped into the room. “What the hell is going on here?”
Danielle had leapt to her feet and spun to face the newcomer. When she realized who it was, she started backing away, too. She inadvertently bumped into me against the wall and hastily stepped aside and out of my intimate proximity.
“It wasn’t what it looked like -” Danielle started.
The door slammed shut behind him. I felt like I was going to be sick.
“You.” He pointed at me. “My office. And you,” he said, pointing at Danielle.
“You can’t fire me,” Danielle blurted.