by Mia Harris
His eyes burned with desire, and he leaned in and kissed her roughly. As he did so, she ran her hands through his dark hair, and he pressed himself back inside her in one quick movement. It felt even better than before, and Jessa wanted it to last forever.
“Oh god, don’t stop doing this to me, don’t ever stop,” she gasped.
Reaching down, she grabbed his taut behind, pulling him inside her even further. Greg groaned, and slowly moved one hand down her abdomen, letting it come to rest just above her clitoris. Another warm wave of ecstasy started to flood through Jessa’s body as he rubbed her with his palm, and as she exploded in yet another orgasm, her muscles contracted around him.
He groaned with pleasure as she tightened around him and held her down on the desk with his strong arms, continuing to move in and out of her. Finally, she felt his body tense for a few seconds as he came, shuddering as he spurted his hot seed deep inside her.
Panting with exhaustion, Greg pulled out of Jessa, kissing her deeply as he did. After a moment, he broke the kiss and handed her a box of tissues. As she cleaned herself up, he looked at her with his glowing green eyes.
“You meant what you said?” he growled.
“Yes. I’m yours,” she replied, looking straight into his eyes.
She knew exactly what it meant to be his mate now. She didn’t know how she knew; she just did.
“You realize what this means, don’t you? You won’t just be my mate; you will bear my children. Our children. The seed of my kind is dominant, and they will be werewolves just like me.”
“I understand,” Jessa said, still unable to believe how much her life had changed in the last twenty-four hours.
“You don’t have to work anymore. I can give you anything you desire.”
“I want to work. I quite like being your secretary. Especially if every day is going to be like today has been so far,” she replied.
He gave her a wolfish grin, and his eyes twinkled.
Wrapping his arms back around her waist, he leaned in and nuzzled her neck again. Jessa closed her eyes, and for a moment she felt the cold wet snout of his wolf-form again. She reached out to stroke his fur, but he had already shifted back to his human form. She didn’t mind. She knew that with time, he would allow her to see and touch him as a wolf more often, and that neither of them would ever be lonely again. They had found each other, and she would be his mate forever.
***
My Boss Is A Werewolf 2
Jessa watched her boss and lover, Greg Taylor, as he wolfed down his breakfast across the table from her. She had stayed the night in his beautiful home as she did most nights these days, and she yawned and stretched before standing up.
“I see that you’re just a little bit hungry,” she teased, padding over to him and sliding her arms around his neck.
“Jessa, I’m eating. Stop,” he said, frowning and pushing on her arms.
She immediately drew them back and sat down in her chair again, feeling a twinge of sadness at his cool rejection of her. Even though he had claimed her as his mate, her werewolf lover had been behaving quite strangely for the past few weeks. He seemed distant and aloof, and she wondered if he had changed his mind about being with her. She desperately hoped that that wasn’t the case. In the short two months that they had been with each other, she had already fallen head over heels in love with him.
Thinking back to the night that he had rescued her from the two men in the parking lot, she smiled and perked up. That memory was always enough to make her happy, and as a little smile played on her lips, Greg studied her face intently.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked in a gruff voice.
His lips quirked up slightly, betraying his amusement, and she giggled.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about the first night that I saw you as a wolf,” she replied.
He frowned again.
“You consider that to be ‘nothing’?” he asked.
“Well, no… you know what I meant.”
“I’m not sure that I do. I think I’m going to have to take you back into that bedroom and find out,” he said, his lips turning up at the corners again.
Jessa giggled as he stood up and strode over to her before scooping her up in his strong arms and carrying her into his bedroom. This was one thing that hadn’t changed about him in recent times; he was still a wild and attentive lover, and seemingly always ravenous for her voluptuous body.
His piercing eyes stared straight into hers as he threw her down on the bed, and she pretended to fight him, squirming away as he tried to climb on top of her.
“Greg! I’m already all dressed for work! We’ll be late,” she protested.
He grinned widely and grabbed her wrists, pinning them up behind her head.
“I’m the boss, remember? I don’t care if you’re late,” he growled.
He released her hands, and Jessa giggled underneath him as he settled his weight on top of her. She closed her eyes and lay back as he pawed at her blouse, and as he tore it open, her eyes flew open again in shock.
“Greg! This blouse was expensive.”
“You seem to keep forgetting that I am not only your boss, I’m a billionaire. I’ll buy you a thousand new designer blouses if you stop complaining.”
He leaned down and kissed her, and the second that he pressed his lips to hers, Jessa felt a familiar heat building deep within her core, and then moaned softly. It didn’t matter how many times they made love; she never seemed to tire of him, and he never seemed to tire of her. A bolt of electricity seemed to burst through her veins as he deepened the kiss, roughly probing her mouth and exploring it hungrily with his tongue.
As he continued to kiss her, Jessa felt as if her entire body had been set ablaze from within. Every nerve ending was already on fire as he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, searching within them for an answer to a question he had not yet asked. She knew that he wanted to know if she loved him, but she had been too nervous to admit just how deep her feelings for him ran yet. He must know that I love him by now. I don’t need to tell him right now, she thought as a soft sigh escaped her full, parted lips.
He slid his hands underneath her and lifted her up for a moment, searching for the back of her lacy bra. Once he had located it, he unhooked it and threw it aside, his eyes darkening with arousal as they lingered on the soft, creamy flesh of her full breasts. Her delicate pink nipples stiffened under his gaze, and he gently twisted them in the thumb and forefingers of his right hand while his other hand trailed up and down her soft curves.
Jessa closed her eyes as he leaned down, knowing just what to expect. He was a werewolf, so he loved to nip at her smooth skin, and she cried out in delight as he nibbled on her left breast. He was hungry for her, but still gentle enough so that he didn’t hurt her. Every nerve in her breast seemed to directly connect with the ones between her legs, and she squirmed and moaned softly as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked gently before swirling his tongue over her areola in tantalizing circles.
Drawing back for a moment, Greg unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, his eyes seemingly glowing with desire as he looked down at his half-naked mate. Jessa smiled and reached for his pants, playing with his zip and murmuring with approval as she felt the hardness that lay underneath the fabric.
“You’re a naughty girl, Jessa,” he said before pouncing back on her. “First you distract me from eating breakfast, and now you’re making me late for work.”
“I thought you said you didn’t care if we were late,” she said breathlessly, trying to hide the smile that was creeping across her face. She knew that this was just a part of his games.
“I changed my mind,” he growled.
He buried his face in her neck, nuzzling and kissing her soft skin, and Jessa felt the fire inside her turn into a raging inferno. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she wanted him more now than she had ever wanted him before. One of his hands traveled slowly down her soft belly an
d hips, tracing patterns over her skin before coming to rest on the side of her skirt.
“This is a terrible skirt. I really don’t like it,” he murmured. “I think we should take it off.”
“Do it,” she replied.
His eyes twinkled as he unzipped the skirt and yanked it down over her thighs, and he gasped as he saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“You were going to come to work with no underwear on?” he asked, his eyes burning.
“Yes.”
She reached up and trailed her hands over the hard, defined muscles of his chest and arms, and he glared down at her, pretending to be angry with her.
“You’re incorrigible. I could fire you for this shocking behavior, you know.”
“Oh no, please don’t fire me!” she said, her eyes widening in mock horror. “There must be something that I can do to make it up to you.”
“There is. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you right now,” he growled.
“I want you inside me,” she begged. “Please.”
Wiping the angry look off his face, Greg smiled and unzipped his pants before pinning her arms back up above her head with one hand. Jessa sighed as he tugged his underwear aside with the other, and squirmed in anticipation as he rubbed his hard cock up and down her already-wet folds.
Leaning down, he nipped playfully at her earlobes, and seconds later, he was pushing inside her, filling her tight, wet warmth and moving his hips back and forth. Jessa sighed with delight, and he slid his mouth over her ear and murmured.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered.
She arched her back and raised her hips to meet his, finding a rhythm as he thrust into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. Electricity seemed to be coursing through her veins as they moved together, and he released her hands, groaning softly as she slid them up into his hair.
After a moment, she moved one hand down to his taut behind, pulling him in even deeper as he continued to thrust into her. His groin was grinding against hers with each movement, and as he began to move his hips in a circular motion, the movement stimulated the throbbing nub of her clitoris, sending shockwaves through her system.
“Oh god… oh yes,” she murmured breathlessly, and Greg growled into her ear.
“I want you to come for me.”
His words nearly sent her over the edge, and she gasped and moved her hips faster, reaching an almost-feverish pitch as Greg slammed himself into her. She dug her nails into his back, and he groaned softly with contentment before sliding a palm between their writhing bodies.
“Come on, baby… come for me,” he urged.
His deep, masculine voice finally pushed her over the edge, and her muscles tightened and contracted wildly around him as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She gasped his name over and over again and raked her nails down his back, pulling him even closer as he leaned down and began to kiss her deeply again. Her mind and body were flooded with warmth, and she closed her eyes and let more and more waves of ecstasy roll over her.
Greg was moving against her faster now, and he picked up one of her legs and moved it so that it was resting on his shoulder. At this angle, she was even tighter for him, and he began to punctuate each thrust inside her with a soft groan, watching as he slid in and out of her from tip to base.
Moments later, he groaned loudly and came, spurting his seed deep inside her. Panting, he rolled over and lay on his back before catching his breath and propping himself up on one elbow.
“I think it might be time to get to work. And I think you should wear some underwear,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a devilish glow. “But don’t worry, there’s always our lunch break to take them off.”
***
Jessa’s colleague Nicki greeted the pair warmly as they entered the office, and Greg nodded and strode ahead of them into his private office.
“I still can’t believe you two are together,” Nicki said. “It’s driving Jane absolutely nuts. Look at her.”
Jessa gave Jane a sideways glance as she sorted files on the other side of the room. She was the office administrator, and had always been jealous of her, since she had apparently always had a crush on Greg. Now that Jessa and Greg were together, Jane could barely hide her contempt for her, and seemed to be going out of her way to make her life difficult.
“Oh, I know,” she replied. “The other day, she unplugged my phone when I was at lunch. I missed a lot of calls, but I don’t understand why she bothered doing it. It’s not like Greg is going to fire me.”
Nicki laughed.
“That reminds me… there was a message for you this morning, which I’m sure you would have received if you hadn’t been so late.”
She playfully swatted Jessa on the arm and then continued.
“Ever heard of a guy called Oliver Martin?”
Jessa racked her brain. She recalled the name from somewhere, and it finally clicked in her mind.
“Um… I think so. Isn’t he Greg’s arch-rival in business?”
“Yep. They’ve hated each other ever since college. Greg has always been slightly ahead of Oliver, and last year Oliver got really pissed when Greg took over a company that he had had his eye on for a while.”
“So… what was the message?” she asked, confused.
“Well, apparently he’s been looking for a new office administrator for a while now. Someone must have told him about you and given him a reference, because he called here personally to request a meeting with you.”
“Would it have been Greg who told him about me?”
“No way, Jessa. Like I said, they hate each other. He probably heard about you from some other rich guy that saw you with Greg and wanted you as his own secretary, or whatever.”
Jessa considered what Nicki had just told her. While she loved working for Greg as his secretary, working as an office administrator would pay a lot more, and she wanted to be able to make her own money. She didn’t ever want to feel as if she were leeching off her billionaire werewolf lover, even though he had repeatedly said that he wanted to take care of her.
“Should I tell Greg?” she asked.
Nicki sighed.
“I don’t know, honestly. Maybe you should just figure out if the job is a good fit first, and then if you are actually offered it, let Greg know,” she said.
“That’s a good idea,” Jessa agreed, suddenly overcome by nausea.
The idea of telling Greg made her feel nervous and seemingly sick to her stomach. She didn’t know if he would be angry about her possibly leaving as his secretary, and he had already been acting strangely enough for the last few weeks. Knocking on his door, she decided to at least gauge his reaction if she brought up Oliver Martin.
“Come in,” he called.
“Greg, I was wondering something. What do you think about Oliver Martin?”
His face darkened, and he clenched his jaw slightly.
“Why?” he asked.
“Oh, no reason, really. Nicki was just talking about some news article that he was in, and I remembered that you’d mentioned him a few times.”
“He’s a snake. Not to be trusted by anyone. There’s a good reason why I never went into business with him. He did ask me to do that, many years ago, but I know what he is. Anyway, Jessa, I need to make some calls.”
She smiled and closed his door before sitting at her own desk outside his office, certain that he was just being overly-dramatic. I guess I should call Mr. Martin back, then. She dialed the number that was attached to the message that Nicki had taken for her, and a lilting female voice answered.
“This is Oliver Martin’s office, how can I help you?”
“Hi. My name is Jessa Williams, and I’m returning a….”
“Oh, yes, Miss Williams. I’ll put you right through,” the secretary said.
Well, that was quick. He must really want me to work for him, she thought. Moments later, a smooth male voice greeted her.
“Hello, Miss Williams. I’m Oliver Martin. Thank you for responding so promptly. I gather that you are at least interested in meeting with me about a possible job opening at my company?”
“Um. Yes,” she replied nervously.
He laughed softly.
“Don’t be nervous; I don’t bite. I’m busy for most of the day, but how about I have my secretary set up an early dinner meeting for us at Angelo’s restaurant downtown? Six o’clock?”
Jessa was glad that she had decided to put panties on this morning after all, and almost giggled at the thought of attending a job interview without them.
“Yes, that would be fine,” she said, knowing that Greg would be working late tonight anyway, to make up for how late they had been this morning.
The rest of the day seemed to speed by, and before she left, she kissed Greg goodbye and hoped that her nervousness wasn’t showing. The last thing she needed was for him to be angry at her for hiding things from him. If the meeting goes well, I’ll call him and tell him then, she promised herself.
Greg didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary, and seemed rather distracted by something else. Why is he being so weird? she wondered for what must have been the twentieth time that week. Shrugging, she left the building and caught a cab to Angelo’s restaurant.
As she entered the restaurant, she was overcome by nausea again. Oh god, I’m so nervous. What if he hates me? A waitress escorted her over to a small corner table that was lit by two candles, and a blonde man stood up and extended a hand to her. He was much taller than her, with pale angular features, and the only part of his face that seemed to have any color was his dark red lips.
“Miss Williams, I’m Oliver. May I call you Jessa?” he asked, taking her hand.
“Of course,” she replied.
Half an hour later, the meeting was going well, and Jessa was surprised. Oliver wasn’t the cold, horrible snake that Greg had made him out to be in the past; in fact, he seemed quite charming and friendly. When he showed her the starting salary that she would be on if she took the job with him, her heart nearly leapt into her mouth. It was more than twice what she made as a secretary.
