Seduced by the Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones

  Seduced By The Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones

  By

  Jenn Roseton

  Seduced By The Boss 4: Loving Miss Jones

  Copyright © 2012 by Jenn Roseton

  www.JennRoseton.com

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  No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

  Cover image: File licensed by www.depositphotos.com/[danielkrol85]

  WARNING:

  Adult Reading Material Only: This is an erotic romance and contains graphic sex scenes. ONLY For Adults aged 18+

  Dear Reader

  This is the fourth and final installment of the Seduced By The Boss series. I've tried to include as much background information as possible, in case you haven't read the previous three titles in the series, but in order to get the full picture of the subplot involving sneaky Matt, I feel you need to at least read Seduced By The Boss 3: For Her Pleasure

  However, I think you'll still be able to enjoy this installment even if you haven't read the previous titles.

  Happy Reading!

  Jemma Jones unlocked the office door of Sinclair Consulting. She’d just spent an amazing weekend with Adam Sinclair, her boss and lover, but now it was 9am Monday morning; time for the work week to start.

  Adam had left her apartment earlier this morning and gone home to change before coming to the office. Her stomach fluttered as she thought about their love-making last night. Adam had dedicated the whole weekend to her, as they had been so busy at work recently that they hadn’t had much time to spend together outside the office.

  Of course, sometimes they had a lot of fun inside the office. When there was a lull at work, Adam would lock the inner door of his successful one man office and give her some very personal attention.

  She’d been dating Adam for a month now, and sometimes she still couldn’t believe that she was dating her hunky boss. As soon as Jemma had started working for him, she’d privately nicknamed him Mr. Sexy Sinclair. His dark hair, ocean blue eyes and trim, muscular physique made her pulse race every time she was near him.

  That had been 19 months ago, and she’d immediately been attracted to him, until one day she realized she’d actually fallen in love with Adam. It had been hard to conceal her feelings, especially since her love life had been pretty much in the doldrums, but everything had changed four weeks ago when Adam invited her to lunch.

  At first, Jemma had been worried she was going to get fired, but when Adam made it clear that his intentions were romantic, she’d found it hard to breathe. After all, she had boring light brown, shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and a girl-next-door face. It wasn’t as if she was a stunning blond with big breasts and a look-at-me personality.

  But when Adam promised that if it didn’t work out between them and they couldn’t work together, he’d make sure she had at least the same level of employment elsewhere, she knew this was her chance to discover if dating her boss matched up to her fantasies.

  It was the best relationship she’d ever been in. Jemma only wished she had the courage to tell Adam she was in love with him.

  For the last week or so, they’d been working hard on their pitch for the Walker account - one of the largest accounts in the city. Now they just had to wait and see if their pitch was successful.

  Still thinking about Adam as she walked into the outer office, Jemma suddenly stopped in her tracks. A gasp escaped her lips. Shards of glass littered the carpet and a faint breeze wafted in through the broken window. Scattered files covered the floor and her desk was in disarray.

  She picked her way through the open doorway into Adam’s inner sanctum. It looked as if it had been ransacked. Fingers trembling, Jemma unzipped her handbag and reached for her phone.

  ####

  Twenty minutes later, Adam and Jemma surveyed the damage in silence.

  “Why didn’t you want me to call the police?” she asked curiously.

  “Because in a few minutes we’re going to find out who did this. And if it’s who I think it is, the police are the least of his worries.”

  Adam clasped her hand and led her into his inner office. Even in a serious situation like this, she still felt the electricity of his touch. He walked over to a tall, mahogany bookshelf, moved a couple of books aside, and returned with a small, silver clock.

  “I took precautions just in case something like this happened,” he said grimly.

  Jemma watched in surprise as he opened the clock and took out a small SD card.

  “After you told me about Matt sniffing around for information on the Walker account, I thought it would be wise to install a hidden camera.”

  “You don’t think Matt had something to do with this,” Jemma protested. “Do you?”

  “We’ll find out in a minute.”

  She bit her lip as they watched the footage on Adam’s computer. Thankfully, both office computers hadn’t been damaged during the break-in.

  The video footage started to play on the screen. A shadowy figure turned on the light in Adam’s office. Although the person wore a balaclava, dark trousers and a sweater, their height and build looked similar to Matt’s. He or she rifled through Adam’s desk, then flicked through a folder they found in one of the drawers. The person grew more agitated as they couldn’t find what they were looking for.

  Jemma watched, finding it hard to breathe, as the intruder shook the folder upside down and all the papers fell out of it. Moving around the office, they tossed aside anything that was in the way. Only once the intruder was satisfied nothing had been missed in the search, did he take off the balaclava with a gesture of frustration.

  Jemma’s breath caught. Matt! “No. It can‘t be!”

  “Yes,” Adam said grimly.

  “I don’t believe it. He wouldn’t stoop so low.” She looked up at Adam, shock written on her face.

  He put his arm around her and pulled her close, his fingers caressing her shoulder. “We’ve just watched the evidence, Jem.”

  “The Walker account! Is it--”

  “He didn’t find it. I put it in my safe at home. I made up a dummy file with blank paper and put it in my desk drawer.”

  “Why?” Her eyes flickered with curiosity.

  “In case something like this happened. Anyway, we submitted our pitch on Friday. Even if Matt had found the file, he’d still have to come up with his own pitch.”

  “Good.” She sighed in relief. “But Adam,” she put a hand on his arm, “what are we going to do now?”

  His face darkened. “I think we’re going to have a talk with Matt.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you suspected this might happen?”

  His hand stroked her hair. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

  Jemma leaned into the caress. “But I was so worried this morning when I walked in and found the office like this.”

  “Shh.” He wrapped his arms around her. “It’s okay, baby.”

  “But you didn’t tell me. Don‘t you trust me?” She turned her face up to his, her heart in her eyes. What if he hadn’t told her because he didn’t trust her?

  “Of course I trust you.“ His lips claimed hers. When he drew back to look at her, he cupped her face. “I didn’t want you to be in an awkward position if Matt asked you for information again. That‘s why I didn’t tell you.”

  She started to speak but he continued, “I knew you wouldn’t disclose anything, but I didn’t want you to hav
e to lie to him. And if he thought you were being unco-operative, he might have thought aggression would work in his favor.”

  Jemma drew back slightly and frowned. “Matt wouldn’t hurt me.”

  Adam‘s jaw twitched. “But he doesn’t mind hurting my business.”

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured.

  “It’s not your fault.” He held her close for a moment. “Let’s get this over with. I’ll go and pay Matt a visit.”

  “Not without me.”

  “I’d rather you stayed here,” Adam said firmly.

  “I’m going with you.”

  ###

  Matt’s office décor consisted of highly polished steel and glass fixtures. Jemma blinked a couple of times, glad that Adam didn’t go in for such an ultra-modern look. She supposed it was the right look for a man who wanted to be successful, no matter the cost. But she was glad that Adam operated by a different set of rules.

  Her eyes skipped past the blinding décor as she faced her old college boyfriend. Tension coiled inside her stomach as she looked at the man she once thought she had loved.

  Matt met their accusing eyes without flinching. “That’s a nifty trick,” he said in an admiring tone. “I’ll have to buy one of those covert video cameras myself. Coffee?” He gestured to the pot near his desk.

  “I don’t think you realize how serious this is, Matt.” Jemma folded her arms across her chest.

  Matt‘s emerald eyes snared hers. “Oh, I get it all right, Jemma. You caught me breaking into your office and looking for something. So what? I didn’t steal anything.”

  “Only because I put the Walker file in a safe place.” Adam’s brows knitted.

  “So why haven’t you called the cops?” Matt taunted.

  “I thought we could resolve this ourselves,” Adam replied.

  “How?” Matt rested his fist on his hip.

  “By you packing up and leaving. I never want to see you again.”

  “And how does Jemma feel about that?” Matt smirked.

  Jemma took a deep breath. “Ecstatic, actually.” She realized it was the truth and felt a momentary pang of sadness that her relationship with the guy she had once thought of as “the one” in college had come to this.

  “JJ--”

  “I think you should follow Adam’s suggestion. Leave and start your business somewhere else. Preferably a long way away.” She looked him straight in the eye, wondering what she had ever seen in him.

  “Because if you don’t, I’ll give this video footage to the police.” Adam’s eyes narrowed. “You’d be surprised how quickly word spreads in the business community about shady business practices.”

  Matt snorted. “So you’re going to run me out of town.”

  “Yeah.” Adam’s tone brooked no argument.

  The two men stared at each other for a long moment. Jemma held her breath.

  “Okay.” Matt’s shoulders slumped for a second. “You win.” He managed to dredge up a semblance of a grin. “I guess this means I won’t be seeing you around, Jemma.”

  “I guess not,” she replied coolly.

  “I want you gone by Thursday,” Adam informed him. “And I will check that you’ve left town.”

  “Fine,” Matt muttered. “If you two leave, I can start packing.”

  ###

  “Jem!” Adam strode out of his office. “We got it!”

  “The Walker account?” She met his triumphant gaze, her fingers stilling on the keyboard.

  “Yes!” He pulled her to her feet and wrapped his arms around her. “The biggest account in the city, and we’ve got it.” He grinned with satisfaction. “And I couldn’t have done it without you.”

  “You’re the one who did all the work.” She reached up to kiss him.

  Adam molded her body to his and deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over her body, causing Jemma to shiver with longing. She pressed her body closer to his and inhaled sharply when he lingeringly kissed the sensitive spot on her neck.

  Jemma could feel her panties start to dampen with arousal. She squeaked with surprise when Adam swung her up in his strong arms and strode to his inner office.

  “What--”

  His eyes smoldered with desire. “It’s Friday afternoon. I think we’re entitled to celebrate.”

  Jemma clutched Adam’s neck as he locked the door. He carried her to the desk and placed her on the sleek mahogany surface, thrusting his black executive chair out of the way. A sensual thrill ran down her spine and then his mouth covered hers, his tongue demanding entry.

  She surrendered to the kiss, her senses aflame as Adam ravished her mouth. She breathed in his enticing scent - clean and fresh with a hint of spice. Her hands clasped his shoulders, her fingers touching the fine linen fabric of his jacket.

  His large hand slid along her thigh, pushing up her navy skirt and exposing her to him. He spread her thighs apart and stepped closer, his hard trouser-clad bulge teasing her lace-covered mound.

  He dragged his lips from hers and started unbuttoning her blouse. “I want you now,” he rasped.

  Ripples of excitement surged down to her lower body. She tried to push Adam’s jacket off his shoulders but couldn’t quite manage it from her position on the desk. But all thoughts of removing his jacket fled when Adam sucked her nipple through her lacy bra. She gasped with need, her hands drifting from his shoulders to his belt, fumbling with the leather loops as she tried to unfasten his belt buckle.

  Jemma felt moisture drench her panties when Adam unclasped her bra and gazed at her hungrily. “Beautiful.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing each nipple. She arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed, as desire spiralled straight to her clit.

  “Adam,” she breathed, her hands clutching his belt buckle.

  He sucked on her nipple, his tongue laving the stiff peak until she thought she was going to climax right then. His mouth left her briefly, then turned its attention to her other breast. His teeth grazed her pebbled nub and she was sure she could feel moisture trickling down her thigh.

  “Please,” she begged, grasping his belt buckle so hard the metal almost cut into her flesh.

  His lips trailed down her body until they met the waistband of her skirt. He swiftly removed her desire dampened panties before yanking down his trousers.

  He opened the desk drawer and grabbed a foil square, ripping the packet in two and deftly rolling the condom on his hard cock. Adam grasped her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

  “Jemma,” he groaned as he thrust into her, filling her completely.

  “Ohh!” Her hands splayed on the desk, slipping on the smooth wood as he impaled her. Adam gripped her hips and slammed into her again and again, the friction teasing her needy clit, until she thought she was going to die from the pleasure of almost coming.

  Her heart pounded as Adam’s strokes grew fiercer. Harder, faster, harder, faster. She panted as the tension coiled in her body.

  Jemma cried out as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She clenched her pussy around Adam’s cock and he surged into her once, twice more, shouting hoarsely as he spasmed inside her.

  Long minutes later, she realized she was still sitting on the desk, her legs wrapped around Adam’s waist. Her breathing finally back to normal, she gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

  “If that’s how you celebrate winning the Walker account, what have you got planned for your birthday tomorrow?”

  He grinned and kissed her damp neck. “You’ll just have to wait and see. But I think you’ll like it.”

  Adam carefully disengaged from her, and they started to get dressed. As Jemma buttoned up her blouse, he cupped her face. “Let’s close an hour early and go home. I think we’ve got some more celebrating to do.”

  ###

  “Happy Birthday!” Jemma touched her champagne glass to Adam’s. She leant forward on the tartan picnic blanket to kiss him, careful not to spill the bubbly liquid in her glass.

  Adam
stroked her hair with his free hand, deepening the kiss until Jemma almost forgot she was holding a full glass of champagne.

  “What do you think about my surprise?” His smoky voice sparked her nerve endings as he released her lips.

  “I love it.” She smiled. “I never guessed it would be a picnic.” Jemma gazed at the array of delicious food spread out on the blanket. Smoked salmon, sliced artisan style baguette, Caprese salad and chocolate dipped strawberries awaited their delectation.

  A gentle breeze caressed her skin and the warmth of the sun touched her face. She loved it when the two of them spent time together as a couple, although she definitely wasn’t complaining about the amazing sex they enjoyed at the office, which had now become her favorite job perk.

  Although Jemma had been to Adam’s house before, she hadn’t spent time in his garden - until now. Large and secluded, it was the perfect spot for a romantic picnic.

  A bird trilled in the distance as she took a sip of champagne. “So how old are you, Mr Sinclair?” A playful light twinkled from the depths of her brown eyes as she awaited his answer.

  “Thirty-four.”

  “Just the right age.” She leaned over to kiss him again, breathing in his scent as she did so. Just being close to him was intoxicating.

  “I’m glad you approve.” Adam looked amused.

  “Oh, I definitely do.” She placed her glass on the blanket and moved closer to him. “And now it’s time for your present.”

  “I thought I said no presents.”

  Jemma reached into her handbag. “I want to give you a present.” She took out a small, elegantly wrapped package and handed it to him. “I hope you like it.”

  She watched Adam unwrap the gift. Pleasure lit his eyes as he looked at the engraved gold pen.

  “Jem. Thank you.” He pulled her to him, his tongue gliding into her mouth. The passion increased until Jemma knew if she didn’t pull away now, she wouldn’t be able to surprise him with her second and third gifts.

  She tore her mouth away. Catching her breath, she said, “I have another present for you.”

  “Naughty girl.” His eyes gleamed wolfishly.

  Her tongue peeked out and touched her upper lip. “Since we’re exclusive, I decided to go on birth control. It kicked in two days ago.” Her eyes met his. “I was just waiting for the right time to tell you.”