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  How far will Bella go to keep her job?

  I love my job. It’s only a temp position but it’s everything I want in a job… especially my sexy hunk of a boss. I was sure that he would hire me at the end of the contract, but then … wham! … he called me into his office and fired me!

  Well, I wasn’t going to give up without a fight so, in a fit of desperation—and wildly out of control hormones—I tempted him with an offer he couldn’t resist.

  He was surprised, for sure, but after I suggested the special arrangement—and demonstrated the benefits—he was quite enthusiastic.

  Now the question is, just how far will I go to keep my job?

  If you love stories about forbidden office affairs, especially with a sexy boss, then following Bella and Mr. Elliott’s tempestuous affair is an erotic roller coaster you’ll definitely want to ride!

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  Tempting the Boss, The Arrangement

  Other Books By Ruby Carew

  About the Author

  Tempting the Boss

  Collection 1

  Copyright 2014 Ruby Carew

  Formerly sold under the name Ruby Foxx

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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Tempting the Boss

  Copyright 2017 Ruby Carew

  Tempting the Boss, The Arrangement

  Copyright 2017 Ruby Carew

  First edition: December 2014

  Second edition: January 2017

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  Tempting the Boss

  Ruby Carew

  How far will Bella go to keep her job?

  Bella loves her job. It’s only a temp position but it’s everything she wants in a job… especially her sexy hunk of a boss. But her hope of being hired at the end of the contract is shattered when he calls her into his office… and tells her she’s fired.

  Mr. Elliott doesn’t want to fire the sexy, and very distracting, Bella, but what else can he do? As much as he might want her to stay, it just isn’t working.

  Now that the time has come, however, she tempts him with an offer he can’t resist. Just how far will she go to keep this job?

  If you love stories about forbidden office affairs, especially with a sexy boss, then following Bella and Mr. Elliott’s tempestuous affair is an erotic roller coaster you’ll definitely want to ride!

  I stepped off the elevator at the executive floor, my stomach in knots. The secretary had already left so the plush reception area was empty. It was almost six o’clock, but I was in the habit of staying late. I was on contract here at Elliott Enterprises, and wanted to prove myself invaluable, so I worked hard and put in long hours.

  I wondered if Mr. Elliott even realized my dedication, though, since he’d asked me to stay late to meet with him after his client meeting. Everyone else knew that six wasn’t late for me.

  As I walked past the empty secretary’s desk, I saw that Mr. Elliott’s door was open and the office was empty. He must still be at his meeting. I sat down in one of the upholstered chairs in the carpeted area and crossed my legs.

  Soon Mr. Elliott would be here and I thought about how many times I’d wished he would call me into his office after hours. I couldn’t stop thinking of his tall, muscular frame always so nicely displayed in his expensive suits, his square jaw with a light shadow of whiskers, and his stunning blue eyes. The man was sexy beyond belief, with an aura of authority that made me long to submit to his every desire.

  But this meeting would not be some sexual tryst straight from my fantasies.

  My stomach quivered. My contract was up in a couple of days and I’d talked to my supervisor at the temp agency, but he’d had no luck getting an answer from Mr. Elliott about whether they would keep me on or not. My dream had been to get a full-time position here, but that seemed less and less likely. I wanted the stability and benefits of full-time employment, but it seemed all I could hope for was an extension of my current contract.

  I heard the ding of the elevator and glanced at the doors as they whooshed open, revealing Mr. Elliott, gazing at his cell and tapping on the keys. God, he was an exceptionally good-looking man. The moment I’d first seen him, I’d developed an instant crush, which had grown into full-blown, irresistible attraction.

  But I’d fought that attraction, knowing that getting involved with the boss was the worst thing I could do. I’d felt it would ruin my chances at a full-time position in the company.

  Mr. Elliott glanced up from his phone, then dropped it in his pants pocket as he crossed the reception area. His tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders, and his square jaw and the subtle shadow of bristle on his chin made him look rugged and extremely masculine.

  His steel blue eyes locked onto me, making my breath catch.

  “Ms. Grainger. Thank you for staying late to meet with me.”

  “Of course, Mr. Elliott. It’s no problem. I’m usually still here this time of day.”

  My attempt to impress him with my hard-working attitude seemed to fall on deaf ears as he walked to his office and continued inside, not acknowledging my words.

  I stepped into his office and he closed the door behind me, then headed to his executive desk. The big, glossy, mahogany desk was both beautiful and intimidating. A lot like Mr. Elliott himself. There were so many times I’d found myself daydreaming of him calling me into this office and then me walking straight up to him, pulling open my blouse, and begging him to take me right there on that desk.

  He sat down and gestured for me to sit in the guest chair facing him. My cheeks flushed at my inappropriate thoughts, hoping he couldn’t read them in my face.

  But why would he? He’d never shown the slightest interest in me and had no reason to believe I lusted after him.

  He grabbed a folder from his desk stand and opened it. After scanning the top paper for a moment, he glanced up. “Ms. Grainger, as you know, your contract with us ends next week.”

  I drew in a nervous breath.

  “Yes, sir. I’ve enjoyed working here very much.” I forced a warm smile, despite the anxiety quivering through me. “I’m hoping that you’ll extend my contract so I can continue on here.” I gazed at him hopefully. “I was even hoping you might consider me for a full-time position.”

  But the way he glanced down at the paper in front of him again rather than at me, told me what I needed to know. When he did look me in the eyes, I knew what was coming next.

  “I’m sorry, but we will not be extending the contract. Nor hiring you on.”

  My gut clenched. I knew the department I worked in at Elliott Enterprises was short staffed. I’d heard that they wanted to fill the position with someone full-time and they’d had no luck finding that someone within the company.

  “May I ask why, sir?” I asked. “I’ve worked very hard and I thought you were happy with my work.”

  His mouth formed a grim
line. “I know you have, but I’m sorry, it’s just not working out.”

  Frustration vaulted through me, and my hands tightened into balls. “Have I done something wrong? Is there anything I can do to change your mind?”

  I was totally unprepared for the flicker of unadulterated heat in his eyes as his gaze locked on me, but it disappeared so quickly, I began to doubt I’d seen it at all. Still, my insides heated at his interest, even if it was just imagined.

  His lips compressed again. “You haven’t done anything wrong, but I’m sorry. That’s our decision.”

  Our decision. I knew he had final say on everything that went on in this company, so it was his decision.

  Unwilling to give up, I pushed it. “You didn’t answer me about whether there’s anything I can do to change your mind.”

  Silence hung between us, then he directed his gaze my way. “Like what?”

  The opening caught me off guard. “I don’t know. Work longer hours? Take on more responsibilities?”

  He sighed and closed the folder. “No, I’m afraid not.”

  I frowned. I’d had his attention enough for him to ask, but what I’d offered hadn’t been of interest to him.

  Could he be interested in something…different… from me? The thought sent a rush of heat through me, but I knew it must just be my beleaguered imagination acting out.

  My fingers tightened around the armrests of my chair. “Mr. Elliott, I really want this job.”

  “I’m sorry, there are…” He stared at me grimly. “Personality problems.”

  Shock washed through me. I got along with everyone in the office. I was sure everyone liked me as much as I liked them. Except maybe… his secretary Gina always seemed cool toward me.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “I don’t think it’s appropriate to discuss this.”

  I leaned forward in the chair. “Please, Mr. Elliott. If you’re not hiring me because of personality problems, at least tell me what they are, so I don’t make the same mistakes at the next place I work.”

  His fists clenched on his desk. “The problem isn’t yours, it’s mine,” he grated.

  Surprise lurched through me. “You don’t like me?”

  “No, the opposite.”

  I frowned, confused. “The problem is you do like me?”

  He stood up, his nostrils flaring. “The problem is, Ms. Grainger, that I’m fucking attracted to you.”

  I sucked in a breath. “Oh.” I certainly hadn’t seen that coming.

  As his piercing blue eyes locked on me, my body began to tingle with excitement. In disbelief, I realized that not only had he noticed me, he wanted me.

  His jaw tightened. “I know it’s not fair to you, but I find it extremely distracting having you around. And I have a strict policy of not dating employees.”

  I was dumbfounded. Then a thought occurred to me. “Are you firing me so I won’t be an employee and you can ask me out?” I asked almost hopefully.

  He gazed at me speculatively. “I assume that wouldn’t work.”

  He didn’t wait for my answer. “I know you still have three days left here, but just take tomorrow morning to pass your work off to someone else, and consider the rest of the days as paid vacation.

  I drew in a deep breath, not willing to give up on this job yet. He’d just admitted he was attracted to me, and I was definitely attracted to him. I gazed at him and an idea coalesced in my head. It was crazy and brazen, but what did I have to lose?

  I stood up and stepped closer to his desk, then leaned forward, my gaze locking on his. “You said you’re attracted to me, and that having me around is distracting.”

  “That’s right.”

  “So what if I find a way to relieve that…distraction.”

  His eyebrows arched. “What do you have in mind?”

  My knees felt like rubber as I walked around the big, mahogany desk, determined to convince him to keep me on. I stopped beside his chair, intensely aware of his big, masculine body so close to mine.

  “Oh, I think you know,” I said calmly.

  He turned his chair to face me.

  “I’m not sure I do. Why don’t you make it crystal clear?” His steel blue gaze challenged me.

  Oh, God, could I really do this? I drew in a breath, gathering courage, then crouched in front of him. His legs were parted and I could see a bulge in his pants.

  He was turned on. I swallowed. Because of me.

  I hesitated, wondering if I should back off. But the thought of actually doing this, of living out the fantasy of being with this man, sent heat thrumming through me.

  I rested my hand on his knee, electricity shimmering through me at the contact, then slowly glided up his thigh, over the fine wool of his pants. Excitement skittered through me as my fingers approached the bulge, then slid over it. It thickened as I wrapped my fingers around it, then squeezed.

  Oh, God it was so thick and hard.

  “Are you suggesting sexual favors in exchange for me hiring you on?” His voice rumbled from his chest.

  “I’m suggesting that if I help relieve your tension, then you won’t be so distracted and therefore won’t need to let me go.” I stroked his shaft. “And it really doesn’t seem fair to let me go for something I have no control over.”

  “So you intend to take control?”

  I smiled. “Mr. Elliott, I’m sure you want to be in total control of everything that goes on in your office. I’m just offering you a practical solution to this problem.”

  I squeezed him again, then stroked and his eyes closed, clearly affected by my attention. Then he opened them and smiled.

  “All right. I’ll give your idea a chance. Show me what you have in mind.”

  My heart raced. Oh, God, I was really doing this.

  I stroked up his cock, then opened his belt buckle and unfastened his button. He watched me with heat simmering in his eyes as I dragged down the zipper. His impressive cock pushed against the thin cotton of his boxers and I reached inside the flap. I almost gasped as I felt the hot flesh of his big cock in my hand. I pulled him out, my fingers barely meeting as they wrapped around his shaft.

  “My God, you’re huge.”

  He smiled. “Flattery, Ms. Grainger?”

  I gazed at him in awe. “Truth, Mr. Elliott.”

  He chuckled. “If you like, you can call me Jake.”

  My lips turned up in a seductive smile. “I’d rather call you Sir. After all, you are the boss.”

  His cock lurched at my words.

  “Great idea.” The words rumbled from his chest.

  I ran my finger over the tip of his cock, then swirled the drop of precum around the small hole, delighted at how turned on I’d made him.

  “What would you like me to do now, Sir?”

  “I’d like you to take off your blouse and show me those beautiful breasts of yours.”

  I quivered at the thought and started to stand up, but he said, “No. On your knees.”

  I knelt in front of him, and unbuttoned my blouse. Slowly. He watched every button release with keen interest, his eyes heating as the fabric opened to reveal my cleavage. Shivering in anticipation, I dropped the garment from my shoulders. As I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, he cupped my lace-clad breasts, then squeezed them in his big hands. The feel of him touching me triggered an ache deep inside. He drew the cups from my body, letting the bra fall to the floor.

  As his gaze glided over me, my nipples tightened to hard buds, longing for his touch. At the light brush of his thumb over my nipple, I sucked in a breath. Then his hand fell away.

  “Now, I want you to suck my cock.”

  “Yes, Sir.” I gazed at his impressive erection, longing to feel it in my mouth.

  I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, the heat of it almost scalding. I stroked him up and down a couple of times, then leaned forward and pressed my lips to his hot cockhead.

  “Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” he said, his voice deep and needy
.

  Then I opened my mouth, taking his big, plum-sized head inside and he groaned.

  Fuck, the sight of her naked breasts, so full and round, the nipples tight little beads, sent blood flooding to my groin. And the heat of her mouth around my aching cock sent my hormones into a spin. She squeezed me in her mouth and glided downward, taking me deeper.

  Fuck, although I’d dreamed of this so many times, I knew I could never allow it to happen. But she’d tempted me and I had succumbed.

  I unclasped the clip holding her hair up, then wrapped my hand around her head, her long, dark, silky hair gliding around my fingers.

  She glided up, then down again.

  God, it felt so good. I wanted to drag her head tight to my groin and grind into her, filling her throat with my shaft. Yearning to be deep inside her.

  Sensing my need, she took me down her throat, the heat of her making my cock twitch.

  Then she glided back. The desire to see her naked body overwhelmed me.

  “Stop. I want to see your breasts.”

  My cock slipped from her mouth, but she took me in both hands and stroked while I gazed at her. My focus dropped to her hard, swollen nipples. They seemed to tighten before my eyes. I ran my hand over one mound, then cupped it. She arched forward, her nub boring into my palm.

  I leaned forward and licked the other nipple. It was warm and hard against my tongue, the flesh around it pebbling. Then I wrapped my mouth around it and suckled. She rewarded me with a low moan.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The need in her voice delighted me and hearing her call me Sir excited me beyond reason. I wanted her on her knees before me, just like this, bending to my will. Satisfying my every desire.

  I took her nipple in my mouth again and sucked deeply, loving her moan. Then I shifted to her other nipple and sucked hard.

  “Oh, yes.”

  I smiled and drew back.

  “Now suck me,” I said.

  She leaned forward and her soft lips found my cock again, then I slipped inside. She dove down, taking me deep.

  Oh, God, the heat of her was overwhelming.