by Jamie Knight
Under My Boss’s Command
Office Romance Collection with New Novella
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
This collection contains Under His Roof, Under Wraps and a brand new never before published book, Under the Sheets.
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Table of Contents
Under His Roof
Chapter 1
Cassie
Chapter 2
Matt
Chapter 3
Cassie
Chapter 4
Cassie
Chapter 5
Matt
Chapter 6
Cassie
Chapter 7
Cassie
Chapter 8
Matt
Chapter 9
Matt
Chapter 10
Cassie
Epilogue
Cassie
Under Wraps
A Secret Baby Quarantine Office Romance
Chapter One
Damien
Chapter Two
Damien
Chapter Three
Emma
Chapter Four
Damien
Chapter Five
Emma
Chapter Six
Emma
Chapter Seven
Emma
Chapter Eight
Damien
Chapter Nine
Emma
Epilogue
Damien
Emma
Under the Sheets
Chapter 1
Lisa
Chapter 2
Mark
Chapter 3
Lisa
Chapter 4
Mark
Chapter 5
Lisa
Chapter 6
Mark
Chapter 7
Lisa
Chapter 8
Mark
Chapter 9
Lisa
Chapter 10
Mark
Chapter 11
Lisa
Chapter 12
Mark
Chapter 13
Lisa
Chapter 14
Mark
Epilogue
Lisa
Sneak Peek of Under My Boss’s Orders
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Under His Roof
Love Under Lockdown, Book 5
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1
Cassie
I wish I could lose my virginity to my boss…
It’s a bad thought to have, I know, but I’ve been having it, a lot.
Even right now, as I drive into work, I’m having that thought.
Is it just a way to pass the time or do I really wish he could strip off my clothes, bend me over his desk and penetrate me for my very first time?
Sometimes I don’t even know anymore. But the fantasy has been one that resurfaces a lot. I tell myself not to worry about it, and to pay attention to driving so that I can make sure to get myself to work in one piece.
I'm a personal assistant at a very busy top law firm in the city. The work is pretty enjoyable, and is made even more enjoyable at times thanks to this secret crush I’ve developed on my boss, Matt Barnes.
That wasn't difficult, because I work in close contact with him every day. He is a partner at the firm, so naturally this keeps us both on our toes and forces us to be together a lot. That's not always a bad thing. In fact, it's usually something that makes me happy, though I would never admit that to anyone.
It's the only guilty pleasure I have in life. I don't know whether that is pathetic or disappointing.
I guess it depends on your point of view.
I think it's normal to crush on your boss, since a lot of people that I know have been in similar situations.
So, it must be pretty common, I'm starting to think.
Not that it matters to me.
Or maybe it does.
I can't decide.
I’ve clearly tried to convince myself that this is no big deal, when in reality I would die if he ever found out how I felt about him, though I have fantasized often enough about that exact thing. I know he would never return my feelings – he’s very professional, and that would be a very unprofessional thing to do – but it's still fun to pretend that he might. I constantly try to keep myself from feeling these things, but it's impossible for me not to.
I have a lot of daydreams and fantasies about him. I can't help it; he's just so damn handsome. I must spend about ninety-five percent of my time daydreaming about him, and the other five percent telling myself to get over him, that it's never going to happen.
That is easier said than done, though. I always find some way to bring my thoughts back to him. I realize that I'm starting to sound a little obsessed.
Thank goodness no one can hear my thoughts, I joke to myself.
I even laugh a little at that.
Lame, I know.
But my silly crush on my boss has me feeling like a schoolgirl. It has a happy effect on me, making everything feel as if I’m floating on a cloud despite all the trouble going on in the world down below.
"He's way out of your league, stop thinking about him," I tell myself aloud.
If I keep this up, I'm going to crash my car. I stare moodily ahead out the windshield for a few minutes before giving my head a slight shake.
I need to get him off my mind, so I try concentrating on something else. This is easy to do because there is so much going on in the world right now.
I was watching the news this morning while I got dressed, before I left for the office and honestly, what I heard left me a little paranoid. I'm sure others must feel that way too. I quickly move on to another train of thought, because I don't need to have a panic attack before work. That would be an absolutely horrible way to start my day.
I sigh as I think about how busy I’ll be today. That's the way it usually is now. It's taken a lot to get used to working like this. Even today, it still feels weird being at the office at times.
Since this virus started going around – Coronavirus, they’re calling it, and what a weird name that is – a lot of people have been calling in or just not showing up. This means those of us that remained in the office are stuck with the extra work that they left behind.
It's good, in a way, because I don't mind the extra pay, or time with my boss, but I feel so exhausted by the time I get home that I always end up falling asleep in front of the TV. Not much of a life to speak of, but that's typical of so many now.
I get a little depressed at that thought, but brush that feeling off. Life is like an emotional roller coaster at times, but we get through it as best as we can. At times it's not easy, but it's what everyone has to do.
Hopefully all this will be over soon, and things can go back to normal. That would be such a welcome relief.
As I pull up outside of the office, I sigh a little. I want to groan because I know it's going to be another long and busy day. I put my car in park and wait a few moments.
I need to mentally prepare myself to get through the next eight hours. My daydreams and fantasies usually help with this. The only bright spot in everything is getting to work with my workplace crush. I giggle a little at that thought.
Still, though, I'm getting kind of tired of this same routine. I grab my purse and get out of the car. I lock it, then walk into the office. Though I like being near my hot, rich boss, I'm not really thrilled to be here right now.
I walk in and notice that it's quiet today. The building appears almost empty. I expected that. There are only a few of us left working here. I keep my head down as I walk to my desk. I usually keep to myself and try not to associate with my coworkers.
I set my things down and turn on my computer. I have a bunch of tasks I need to get done today. My whole life pretty much revolves around my work. I'd like to think this has made me better at my job. I certainly hope it has.
Maybe my dedication will get Matt to notice me?
I tell myself to get realistic and concentrate on work. I'm forever scolding or mentally reprimanding myself about something or other. Usually it's because I’ve gotten distracted, which happens at work a lot.
I glance around my desk and see a memo sitting on top. It must be recent. I pick it up and read it, then check the clock.
Holy fuck!
It's from my boss. Mr. Barnes.
He wants to meet me in his office in a few minutes. My heart starts pounding as I put the memo back. I run my fingers through my hair and pull my skirt down a little. I'm being silly, I know, this is just business, but the feelings I have for him cause me to get a little carried away at times.
I know that nothing can happen between us; not only because he is my boss, but also because of the type of person that he is. Still, there's always that small part of me that plays it out in fantasies in my head.
I realize I'm wasting time and so I hurry to grab my notepad and pen. I want to run over there, but I remind myself to stay calm. I take a deep breath and walk slowly to his office.
I pause outside and then knock on the door. He's been expecting me, and he immediately waves me in.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" I ask as I stand nervously in front of his desk.
He looks up from his paperwork and stares at me.
"Yes. Thanks for coming by when you saw my memo. I needed to talk to you about something important to the firm. As I'm sure you know, this virus has been restricting a lot of activity and forcing a lot of people out of their jobs," he states.
I start to get a little worried, so I just nod at what he says. He continues talking.
"I have received information that the government will issue a mandatory quarantine. This means the office will have to close and those that have still been working here will have to do so from home. Since you are my assistant, I'll still need your help."
He pauses before continuing, and I swear he looks me up and down for a few seconds.
What kind of help does he have in mind? I wonder.
My palms are sweaty and my panties are so wet.
"I'd like to offer you the opportunity to stay at my house and work from my home office with me. I can pay you a hefty bonus if you accept, because I know this is a big request."
He looks at me, but this time directly in my eyes, awaiting my answer. It takes me a few minutes to figure out how to respond.
This conversation sure took an unexpected turn.
"Um, of course. I'd be happy to help," I shakily reply.
I hope my wide eyes don't betray my real feelings about this. Which are that I’m thrilled. Ecstatic. He nods, pleased with my answer.
"I'll get ahold of you later in the day with the schedule and address and everything else you'll need," he says briskly, before turning his attention back to his papers.
"Very good, sir," I answer.
I don’t normally speak to him this formally. But something tells me he’ll like it. Or maybe I just don’t want to betray the giddy school-girl-ish-ness I’m feeling inside.
Then I hurry from the office and all but run back to my desk. I'm a bundle of nervous energy as I sit here. I tell myself that I’m just happy that I get the opportunity to make some really big money. Deep down, though, I know that is not the real reason I'm excited.
Truthfully, I'm glad for the opportunity to spend some more time with my boss in an environment that is different from work. This isn't going to help the huge crush that I have on him, but at least I'll have additional time to admire him.
I can't imagine how much it would suck to be trapped in quarantine and not have any contact with him. I know someone as gorgeous and wealthy as he is would never be interested in someone as ordinary as me.
That's why I have to take this opportunity.
If this quarantine continues, it could be the last chance that I'll get to see him for a while.
The rest of the day flies by in a blur. All I can think about is being alone with him later.
Everyone is busy because this is the last day that we will be working in the office. Eventually I get distracted by work, and that makes the time pass even faster.
Before I know it, it's late afternoon and the subject of my fantasies startles me by clearing his throat. He's standing in front of my desk.
"Didn't mean to scare you. I'm leaving early today, and I wanted to give you the work schedule and my address. We can start this evening, if you’re available," he explains, holding the paper out to me.
The way he looks at me tells me I’d better be available. His stern eyes peer down at me – he’s tall, and broad-shouldered – but their dark brown color is the same shade as marbles I used to play with as a child, and they comfort me, even though they’re demanding of me. Perhaps because they’re demanding of me.
"Okay, I'll be there," I squeak, as I take the paper from him.
He nods his assent, then breezes out the door. I try not to make it obvious that I’m watching him walk out. I love his powerful gait, as if it’s letting the world know how alpha he is.
After he’s gone, I stare at the paper and memorize the information before putting it away in my purse. I try to concentrate on finishing up the remainder of the work I have left.
But that’s a lot easier said than done.
I hurry home once I’m done, and hurriedly pack a bag to bring with me to Matt’s house, because I’m not sure how long he’ll be expecting me to stay. I make sure to freshen up, because not sure what exactly he’ll be expecting me to do, either.
Later that evening, my heart is hammering in my chest on the drive to his house.
I've finally managed to convince myself that this is nothing more than work. That there is no possible way that my boss is interested in me, and that it is ridiculous to keep thinking about him like that.
It took a lot of effort, but I'm glad I was able to do it.
I feel much calmer and more prepared to work now.
After a few more minutes of driving, I arrive at his house.
“Mansion” might be a more appropriate word for it, though.
I pull up in the driveway, trying not to be impressed by the size of everything. I sit in my car for a few minutes and wonder if I should call Mr. Barnes to tell him that I am outside. I soon realize there's no need to. His living room drapes are open, and I see him peering out the window at me.
I hesitantly wave at him, then turn off my car. I grab my purse and the rest of the things I’ll need before getting out.
My sensible heels click as I walk up the path. I take a deep breath as I approach the front door, telling myself once again that it's just work, and that I can handle it.
Mr. Barnes gives me a friendly smile as he opens the front door. All the calm I felt before suddenly leaves me when I see him up close.
He looks freshly showered. I thought I was prepared for this, but I'm clearly not. All my feelings for him come rushing back up. All my office fantasies and daydreams about him start to overwhelm me.
I can feel my pussy dripping wet. I squeeze it, as if telling it to behave and stop betraying me, even to myself. That just excites it more – it’s never had any man in it and it wants Matthew Barnes, badly.
It wants him inside me, filling me up with
what I bet is a huge cock, since the rest of him is so tall and manly.
I want him to play with my nipples while he whispers my name and says I’m his good little employee.
I want him to finger my pussy hole to feel how dripping wet it is, while his finger is rubbing my clit and getting me ready for his big cock.
I wonder if I can take it for my very first time.
I imagine him pressing it in me, just a little, to see how it feels and if it’ll fit.
Just the thought of it makes me want it more than I can stand.
I’d tell him to keep going no matter how much it hurt, because I bet it would turn into sweet ecstasy and I’d soon be bouncing up and down on his big cock, loving every minute of it, while he was sucking on my nipples and telling me I’m such a good girl for letting him fuck me, for letting him have his way with me like a boss should do to his faithful employee.
Mmmmmm….
Fuck.
A soft moan had escaped my lips in real life, just from briefly allowing myself to think of what I want Mr. Barnes to do me.
I want to die of embarrassment.
I quickly close my mouth and blush.
This is probably the reddest that my face has ever looked.
I can't bring myself to look at his expression, so I stare down at the ground and bite my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet.
I can't risk humiliating myself anymore in front of him.
This quarantine is not off to a good start.
Chapter 2
Matt
I've been sitting in my living room for a while. I keep glancing at the clock on the wall and looking out the window while I wait for Cassie.
I’ve been wondering if she didn't get lost or something, since it's almost dark and she’s always been punctual. I made sure that I asked her to show up at a reasonable hour, so she wouldn't get caught in traffic or anything.
Nobody from the firm has been out to my house before. Everything that I’ll be doing with her tonight is all new to me. I'm sure it will be for her, as well.
This situation might seem crazy to most people, but I feel like I can't get enough of her presence. I don't know what to think about how I’m acting, but I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I don't get to do something with her soon.
