Some Love it Hot (Some Love it..., #1)
Nine-to-Five
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since Shannon Whitley walked in the office three weeks ago, every guy in the place had attempted to ask her
out.
    Christian
had watched each one get turned down, slinking away from Shannon’s desk with rounded
shoulders and a hung head. It hadn’t taken long for the whispers about her
being a lesbian to start bouncing around the office.
    Christian
would have to call a meeting about the gossip. As the boss, and with Shannon as
his P.A., people would listen to him. He didn’t intend to tolerate
mean-spirited rumors in his workplace, especially not about this particular
woman.
    At
five-feet-ten, Shannon stood only a few inches shorter than his six feet frame.
She wore her red hair twisted up, but her habit of shaking it loose to twist
the knot back up afresh had shown off its silky, long length. She’d been
blessed with a delicate, straight nose, big green eyes and high cheekbones. Her
make-up was always light and classy and she favored short skirts, which showed off
her incredible legs.
    Yet
her appearance hadn’t been the reason he’d hired her. Shannon also had a
capacity for extreme organization, an area in which he was lacking. Her drive
and commitment to her work made her stand out from all the other twenty-something’s
he’d interviewed for the job. There had been no doubt in his mind about who
would get the job and he wouldn’t be surprised if she sat in his position
within a couple of years.
    He
couldn’t deny finding Shannon insanely attractive, but Christian didn’t intend
to do anything about that. He was her boss and he intended to keep their
relationship professional. Anyway, she’d shown absolutely no sign of being
interested in him. Though plenty of women in the office had tried and failed to
get in his pants, Shannon’s air of disinterest did make him wonder if the
rumors held any truth.
    Christian
sighed, tearing his thoughts from his sexy P.A. He had half an hour to kill
before his next meeting. The thoughts of Shannon had left him restless and he
opened his web browser bringing up one of his favorite sites.
    The
image of a round-bottomed girl popped up, a thick cock plunged deep into the
tight hole of her ass. Christian’s own dick stirred, blood rushing to engorge
it.
    Everyone
else in the office had their sites monitored, but he was the boss; he could do
whatever the hell he liked. Checking out porn sites while his staff worked gave
him a thrill.
    A
link popped up at the bottom of the page and he clicked on the small box,
bringing up a video of a skinny blonde bending over. As he watched, another
girl, this one a brunette, began to play with the tight pucker of the blonde’s
ass. She ran her finger over the star, gently pushing her finger inside. Then
she pulled out a six inch dildo, complete with thick veins, and brought the toy
to her lips. Using her saliva, she lubricated the head and then applied it to
the other girl’s ass, rubbing at first, and then sliding the dildo deep.
    The
moans grew louder and he turned the volume down, worried someone would hear.
But the sight of the two girls got him going. His cock swelled and he rubbed
his erection through the front of his pants. He couldn’t go into the meeting
with a raging hard-on. He’d need to go in the bathroom and let off some steam
before then.
    But
he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the girl with the huge
dildo deep in her ass.
    “I’m
sorry to interrupt...”
    Shannon
burst through the door and Christian leapt up in guilt.
    Grabbing
the mouse, he fumbled to click down the page, but only managed to knock the
mouse off the desk. He tried to snatch it back up, but the back of his hand hit
a pot of pens, scattering them on the floor.
    “Oh,
I’m so sorry,” she said, rushing around to his side of the desk to help him
clean up. She fell to her knees, gathering pens toward her, but then glanced up
to find his erection directly in front of her face.
    Movement
on the

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