Shane tipped her chin up and speared his free hand into her hair, giving her no choice but to look at him. The emotional intensity of his gaze blew any objections Emma might have made out of the water, and they stared at each other for the longest time, until Shane smiled. This was the old Shane she had hopelessly fallen in love with sometime over the last four months, and she couldn't help but smile back at him.
"I meant what I said, titch. I love you, and we can and will make this work. I can't … I won't let you walk away from us, and if it takes me until we're old and grey I will convince you that I mean business, and that I want only you."
There was no way she could doubt the sincerity behind his words, and Emma ran her hands up his biceps until she could frame his face. His stubble felt scratchy and altogether wonderful under her fingertips, and she traced the outline of his full lips with her index finger. Shane pulled the digit into his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, in an imitation of what he'd done to her pussy mere moments ago, and he grinned when she yanked her finger out of his mouth.
"You are so bad, Shane Nevin." She whispered the words and he shrugged his big shoulders.
"So I am, but not half as bad as I could be, Em." He sobered and pinned her in place with the full force of his gaze, and Emma couldn't have looked away if her life depended on it.
"So, Miss Mullins, having checked out your credentials, I can confirm that you appear to be most suitable for the job. Will you accept the position?"
"Which one? The one as your executive assistant or the one chained to your bed, Sir?" Emma asked and Shane groaned under his breath, as his cock hardened under her butt.
"Jesus, woman, you have no idea what a fucking turn-on that is when you call me that."
Emma blinked, feigning ignorance.
"What? Sir? That's what you mean, Sir?" She wriggled her ass for good measure and Shane grasped her hips to hold her still.
"Minx, behave. We've interrupted poor Susanna's cleaning routine enough as it is, so for the love of god, put me out of my misery, will you?"
Emma cocked her head to one sight, and pursed her lips as though she was thinking about her options. Shane's grip on her turned painful.
"Well, now, I think my answer is…"
She grinned at his tortured groan and shivered inside when he raised both eyebrows at her and glared at her.
"There's really only one answer I can give, considering I seem to have fallen in love with my boss."
Shane's grip on her lessened and he blew out a long breath and swore.
"Now, Miss Mullins, don't you know what a bad idea that is, falling for one's boss? Whatever will people say?"
Emma giggled and pulled his head down for a kiss.
"Who gives a shit? Though I guess that does make me the office hussy now, huh?"
"No, baby—that makes you my hussy, and my best takeover yet."
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
AUCTIONED TO THE BAD BOY CEO
Doris O’Connor
Copyright © 2018
Sample Chapter
“The theme of the evening will be ‘Violence is never the answer’.” Hannah finished her presentation with as much flourish as she could muster, considering the stunned silence that made the room fall as silent as a morgue.
"That's insane. You're supposed to be making the company money, not costing them a fortune." James from finance piped up, his ridiculous put-on posh accent grating on her nerves like it always did.
Why he felt the need to adopt that around the new CEO was beyond her. By the looks of Logan Bryce, he hadn't exactly spent any time in the posher circles. Hannah had done her homework on the new boss. While he kept his private life under very close wraps, it was common knowledge that Logan was a self-made man. Brought up in the East End of London, he'd worked his way up the corporate ladder. An innate knack for investment had made him rich quickly, and nowadays he made his business taking over companies, making them better and selling them for profit. As luck would have it, Premiere Events had slid onto his radar, and they all had to fight to keep their jobs.
He’d said he wanted extraordinary proposals, and she thought she’d delivered. So, she was willing him to look up and at least acknowledge her existence. However, his head remained bowed over her written reports the entire time she’d been speaking. His rapt attention could’ve been a good sign had she not recognized her personnel file. No doubt he was plotting how best to sack her, and she’d just given him the perfect ammunition to do so.
"Well, let's not be too hasty in that assessment, James." Monique, who’d delivered a flawless proposal for the wedding of a minor royal prior to Hannah, smiled her saccharine sweet smile and leaned forward to give everyone around the conference table a good eyeful of her boosted cleavage.
Predictably Logan's gaze shifted to the wanton display of the other woman's wares and stayed there. Monique and Hannah had been friends of sorts before this takeover and the every-person-for-themselves-scramble to keep their jobs,
