The Electrician (Working Men Series Book 5)

by Ramona Gray

  The Electrician

  Working Men Series

  (Book Five)

  Ramona Gray

  Copyright © 2018 Ramona Gray

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  e-ISBN: 978-1-988826-48-6

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  The Electrician

  Working Men Series Book Five

  By Ramona Gray

  I can’t wait to blow his fuse.

  Claire

  I wasn’t attracted to my boss. As an HR manager, I’d have to be an idiot to be attracted to him.

  Sure, maybe he has an unbelievable body and the face of a model, and maybe some women find him irresistible, but I wasn’t one of them. I was pretty certain that Jonah’s idea of a wild night in bed was keeping the lights on. That is, until the day he found the remote to my… let’s call it Claire’s little orgasm helper.

  Now, I’m discovering that my boss has a very dirty side. One that I can’t resist. It’s wrong and dangerous and so damn cliché to be sleeping with my boss. But, every time he calls me into his office, sparks fly, and I can’t keep my hands off of him.

  Jonah

  I’ve craved Claire, for years. But, I’m her boss, and she’s too sweet and too vanilla for someone like me. Until the day I realize that she has a kinky side as well.

  Now, I’m finding it impossible to resist her. It’s all kinds of inappropriate to be sleeping with my HR manager. But, every time she steps into my office, I can feel the electricity pop and I’m about to blow my fuse.

  * * *

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  Table of Chapters

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Claire

  “Hey, Claire?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Thanks for giving me a ride to work this morning. My car is still at Jack’s shop and Asher needed to go to the job site early this morning.”

  “Anytime, Luna.”

  “Hey, Claire?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You look like crap.”

  I grimaced at my best friend before turning left down Wyfield Street. “Thanks.”

  “Just keeping it real. Why are your eyes all bloodshot?”

  “Probably the whiskey last night,” I mumbled.

  “Drinking on a Wednesday night? Risqué.”

  I laughed and then winced as it sent pain through my aching head. “No, just stupid.”

  I shifted in my seat and immediately regretted it. That damn butterfly, also known as the biggest regret of my life, pressed against my clit and sent an embarrassing amount of pleasure through my body.

  Fuck, I had made a very big mistake.

  “Why were you drinking on a weeknight?” Luna asked.

  I sighed. “I went to Ellen’s party last night.”

  “You hate Ellen.”

  “I don’t hate Ellen. I just think she’s a useless twit and can’t bookkeep worth ass, and that Jonah should have fired her a long time ago.”

  “So, why did you go?”

  I just shrugged and Luna gave me a devilish grin. “Is it because you haven’t had sex in months, and you wanted to buy a sex toy?”

  “Luna!”

  “What? It was a sex toy party. Besides, since when did you become a prude?”

  “Since when did you become so comfortable with sex?” I asked.

  Luna wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Since Asher Stokes rocks my world every single night. Every night, Claire. The man has amazing stamina. It’s been two weeks since we officially started dating, but I still can’t get enough of him.”

  “I’m surprised you can walk,” I said.

  “Me too. You were right, you know. His dick is huge.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “Hmm, that sounds like jealousy in your voice.”

  “Oh good, I was afraid I was being too subtle about it.”

  Luna laughed again. “How long has it been since you had sex?”

  “Too long,” I sighed. “And my last two lovers weren’t exactly what I was looking for. They were too…passive.”

  “Asher lets me tie him up in bed.”

  I stopped at a red light. “Are you serious?”

  Luna’s face was as red as the traffic light. “Yes, and don’t you dare tell him I told you that.”

  “I won’t.”

  “I wouldn’t call him passive though, you know? Just more…willing to do whatever I want to get my rocks off. Well, almost everything.”

  “What won’t he do?” My curiosity was getting the best of me.

  “I asked him to spank me and he won’t. He says the size difference between us makes it too dangerous.”

  “He’s not wrong,” I said.

  “Maybe but I like the idea of trying the spanking thing. It just seems deliciously kinky,” Luna said.

  I didn’t reply, and Luna grinned at me. “Are you shocked that I want to try spanking?”

  “Maybe a little.” The light turned green and I stepped on the gas. “You don’t seem like the sexually adventurous type to me.”

  “Hey! I’m adventurous!” Luna gave me an indignant look. “Besides, it’s not like you’re super kinky.”

  “I went to a sex party last night, didn’t I?”

  “Did you even buy anything?”

  “Yes, as a matter of fact I did.”

  “Was it a vibrator? It was a vibrator wasn’t it?”

  “None of your business, nosey pants.”

  “Seriously, Claire, why did you go to the party? You can just order a vibrator online.” Luna asked.

  “I think because Roxie really wanted to go, and for some reason she thinks Ellen is cool, but she’s also a little intimidated by her.”

  “Roxie’s the new electrician?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Well, she’s the new apprentice. But she’s pretty good so far. I think Jonah will keep her on when Bud retires. Anyway, she’s young and sweet and when she found out Ellen invited me to the party as well, she begged me to go. So, I did. For her.”

  “And also to buy a vibrator.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with buying a vibrator.”

  “So you did buy one!”

  “Fine, yes, I bought one, and I did something really stupid.”

  “Oh yeah?” Luna turned in her seat and tugged at her seatbelt. “Spill it.”

  “Let me just preface this by saying I had too much whiskey, okay? I would never have agreed to the stupid dare if I hadn’t had that third shot.”

  “Ooh, I’m liking the sounds of this.” Any minute Luna was going to actually clap her hands with glee. “What did you do?”
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  I stopped at another traffic light, we were only a few blocks away from the coffee shop where Luna worked, and tugged at my skirt. “Somehow, Ellen got on the topic of the guys at work, who she would fuck if given the chance, that sort of thing. Her friends were joining in – which was stupid because they don’t even know the guys at work – and Roxie participated too. I was keeping quiet because I’m the HR Manager for God’s sake, but then Ellen… shit, I don’t know. She was making noise about how I was too uptight to even think about banging anyone. That I was Miss Prude, and how I wouldn’t know the difference between a vibrator and a butt plug if it wasn’t for the party. It pissed me off.”

  “You do come across as very -”

  “If you call me a prude, I’m kicking you out of my car and making you walk the rest of the way to work.”

  “I wasn’t going to say prude, I was going to say proper.”

  “Right. Anyway, we were all a little drunk and I was a little pissed off and the next thing you know, I’m agreeing to wear a sex toy at work today. Just to prove that I’m not a fucking prude.”

  Luna’s eyes widened. “You’re wearing a sex toy? Right now? In the car?”

  I nodded. “Yes. I have to wear it all morning.”

  “What and where is it?” Luna eyed my body like I suddenly had rabies.

  “It’s a butterfly vibrator and it’s currently wedged in my underwear.”

  Luna burst into laughter as I pulled into the parking lot of Mugs Coffee Shop. “You’re kidding me.”

  “I’m not,” I said. “It has a remote control which is with Roxie.”

  Luna’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

  “Part of the bet,” I said with a sigh. I rubbed at my aching temples. “Ellen wanted to be the one to hold the remote, but I said no fucking way. We compromised and Roxie’s holding it.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” I said. “Honestly, most of last night is a blur.”

  “Is she, like, going to be turning the thing on while you’re at work?”

  “Of course not!”

  “Then why is she holding it?”

  “I seriously don’t remember.” It was true, I really didn’t. God, I hope part of the bet wasn’t having Roxie turn the vibrator on while I was wearing it.

  “Why did you even go through with the bet?” Luna asked.

  I didn’t reply, and Luna laughed. “Wait, I forgot who I was talking to. Like you’d ever back down from a bet, even one made when you were completely drunk.”

  “I wasn’t completely drunk. Just…mostly drunk.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “Fuck, no, Luna. I’m wearing it right now, so unless you want to see my damn lady taco…”

  Luna shrugged. “I’m not against it.”

  “Pervert.”

  “How’s it feel?”

  “It feels like I have very uncomfortable rubber straps around my waist and thighs and a rubber sex toy pressing against my hoo-hah.”

  “So, not good?”

  “Maybe a little when I walk.”

  Luna grinned at me. “I guess you’ll be doing a lot of sitting this morning, huh? Unless you want to have an orgasm at work?”

  “Oh Jesus, could you imagine? Okay, get your cute butt into the coffee shop before we’re both late.”

  “Just one more question.”

  “All right.”

  “Did any of the ladies last night want to fuck your boss?”

  “Surprisingly, yes.”

  “Not that big of a surprise. Jonah is good looking and he has an amazing body.”

  “He’s also a complete stick in the mud. That man wouldn’t know what to do if a butterfly vibrator flew up and smacked him in the face.”

  Luna snickered before unclicking her seatbelt and grabbing her purse. “He does seem a little uptight. But I bet the ladies think they can turn him into a bad boy or something.”

  “That’s exactly what they think,” I replied. “But, it doesn’t work that way. If a guy is polite and uptight when he’s not in bed, he’s polite and uptight when he is. There isn’t some magic switch you can click on them. Trust me on this.”

  Luna opened her door. “Thanks again, Claire.”

  “You’re welcome, honey. Have a good day.”

  “You too. Let me know if you get any good vibrations.”

  I rolled my eyes and smacked her on the butt as she climbed out of the car. She waved and I pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the office. I was already regretting the stupid bet I made last night, and regretting even more that my competitive nature wouldn’t just let me leave the damn thing at home and allow Ellen to win. Who cared if she thought I was a goddamn prude? And how exactly did wearing this thing at work prove I wasn’t anyway? Christ, I wished I could remember more of what happened last night.

  Chapter Two

  Claire

  “Claire? I have something to tell you, but it’s, like, really important that you don’t freak out.”

  I glanced up from my computer. Roxie’s face was pale, and she looked like my cat did right before he threw up a hairball.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Okay, but remember, don’t freak out.”

  “Roxie! What is it?”

  She shut the door to my office. “I can’t find the remote.”

  “Please tell me you are not referring to the remote that controls the sex toy that is currently lodged in my goddamn lady taco.”

  “I’m sorry. It was in my pocket and now it’s not.”

  I stood up and really wanted to stomp around the desk to show Roxie how angry I was, but the aforementioned sex toy shoved up against my hoo-hah meant I had to make small and measured steps. The damn thing wasn’t even vibrating, but just the pressure of it against my clit, the small movements it made as I walked, sent little electric shocks of pleasure up and down my spine.

  Christ, why did I ever agree to this stupid dare? Once again, I blamed the whiskey.

  “I’m going to straight up murder you, Roxie. Do you hear me?”

  “I’m sorry! I don’t know how it happened.”

  I glared at the small brunette. “Where have you been since you got here?”

  “Well, it was in my pocket when I was at my cubicle, I know that for sure. I went to Ryan’s desk and talked to him for a bit and then I grabbed a coffee from the kitchen.”

  I grabbed her arm and steered her toward my door. “You move your ass toward the kitchen and see if it’s on the damn floor of the hallway or the kitchen.”

  “Where are you going?” She asked as we stepped into the hallway.

  “To the bathroom to take this stupid thing off,” I said in a low voice. “Then I’m going to check by Ryan’s desk.”

  “I’m sorry, Claire. Really.”

  “Go, Roxie!” I gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the kitchen. I headed in the opposite direction. The bathroom wasn’t far, but I couldn’t get there soon enough. I needed to get the damn thing off my genitals before –

  The sudden vibration against my clit made me squeal and stumble to a stop. I leaned against the wall, biting my lip and trying not to fucking moan as the vibration when from low to high.

  Oh sweet merciful God. This could not be happening.

  I lurched around the corner, sweat beading up on my forehead as the damn pink butterfly vibrated against my clit. I groaned inwardly. A few of the electricians were standing in a loose circle in the middle of the hallway.

  “Where did you find it?” Gerry was staring at the small silver remote in Ryan’s hand.

  “On the floor by my desk,” Ryan said.

  “What’s it for?” Ron asked.

  “I have no idea.” Ryan pushed a button and I swallowed down my moan as the steady vibration became a hard and rhythmic pulse against my aching clit. I grabbed the wall for support, squeezing my thighs together and trying to stop my body from noticeably shaking.

  I needed to get the remote away from Ryan before I had a
goddamn climax right in the middle of the hallway.

  Before I could lunge forward and grab the remote, Jonah slipped by me. He plucked the remote from Ryan’s hand. “Thank you, Ryan. I wondered where this was.”

  “Oh, it’s yours, Boss?” Ryan said.

  “It is.” Jonah pressed a button and thank sweet baby Jesus, the vibration stopped. I leaned against the wall, trying not to noticeably tremble as Jonah slid the remote into his pocket. I had no idea why my boss was saying the remote was his, and frankly, I didn’t care. I was heading straight to the bathroom and throwing the stupid butterfly vibrator in the trash and Jonah could do whatever the hell he wanted with the remote.

  I highly doubted that Jonah knew what it was for. My boss was straight-laced and didn’t have a kinky bone in his body. Like I told Luna, the idea of him even knowing what a butterfly vibrator was, let alone using one on a girlfriend, was so far out in left field you’d need binoculars to see it.

  It didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was he had shut it off and I could get to the bathroom and get out of this thing before I humiliated myself. Straightening my back, I walked toward the electricians, ignoring the way my clit was still throbbing, and tried to smile naturally at them.

  “Good morning.”

  As I walked by Jonah, his big hand caught me just above the elbow and pulled me to a stop. “Claire, I need to speak to you in my office.”

  “Sure. Just give me five minutes and -”

  He steered me past the group of electricians and the bathroom. “It will only take a moment.”

  I sighed and allowed him to lead me to his office. He pointed to the chair and I heard the distinct click as he locked his office door. “Have a seat please.”

  Grimacing, I sat and tried to discreetly move my pelvis to dislodge the vibrator against my clit. It was no use, I had apparently tightened the waist and thigh straps a little too tight. That little monstrous butterfly was pressed up against my clit and it wasn’t going anywhere.