Free Pent-Up Passion by Jenn Roseton

Seduced
by the Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
    By
    Jenn
Roseton
    Seduced
by the Boss 1: Pent-Up Passion
    Copyright
© 2012 by Jenn Roseton
    www.JennRoseton.com
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part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by
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    This
is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are
the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.
    WARNING:
    Adult Reading Material
Only: This is an erotic romance and contains a graphic sex scene.
ONLY For Adults aged 18+

    Jemma Jones squirmed on her top-of-the-line office chair. She could hear the
murmur of Mr. Sexy Sinclair ’ s voice
through the wall behind her.Her boss had an attractive , deep voice that sent shivers through her, even when she tried to
concentrate solely on taking his dictation.
    She ’ d
worked at Sinclair Consulting for eighteen months, and every time she
saw her boss, Adam Sinclair, her pulse fluttered. He was tall and
fit, with dark hair, ocean blue eyes and a smile that did something
to her insides. He looked to be in his early thirties (she was
twenty-six) and as far as she knew, he was single.
    Unfortunately, she didn ’ t
think he noticed her at all, except for the efficient way she ran his
successful one-man office. Every time he called her in for
dictation, her heart started beating a little faster. She supposed
it was unusual these days for secretaries to take dictation, since
most bosses knew their way around a computer keyboard, but sometimes
Mr. Sinclair would ask her to take a letter or short memo. And
lately, he ’ d been asking her to take
dictation more often. She was just glad she ’ d
decided to learn shorthand in order to make herself more marketable
to potential employers. She hadn ’ t
realized a side benefit would be having one-on-one time with her sexy
boss.
    The sad fact was, she
hadn ’ t had a boyfriend for months.
Her last relationship had fizzled out before it had even started.
Mitchell had been a real tightwad, always “ forgetting ” his wallet when they were out on a date. Jemma would have to pay for
both of them - until the last date when she had gotten so fed up with
the situation that she'd deliberately left her wallet at home to
force him to pay. And it had worked. The restaurant manager had
been on the verge of calling the police when Mitchell had magically
found his wallet buried deep in his pants pocket and reluctantly paid
the bill.
    Jemma had been on the
point of breaking up with him anyway, and this last date had made the
decisionfor her. Instead of giving him a goodnight kiss,
she'd given Miserly Mitchell the old heave-ho. She considered
herself lucky that she hadn ‘ t slept
with him yet. She was pretty sure that if he was selfish in one area
of his life, he would be in others. And she definitely didn ’ t
want a selfish lover.
    That had been six months
ago, and she hadn ’ t been involved
with anyone since. In fact, she hadn ’ t
even had a date. At night when she felt lonely, she thought of Mr.
Sexy Sinclair and pleasured herself with her fingers until she came
with a shudder.
    “ Miss
Jones. ”
    She
started as her boss ’ s smoky voice
interrupted her flashback to last night ’ s
self-pleasuring and
felt her cheeks heat. Her
favorite fantasy involved sitting naked in Mr. Sexy Sinclair ’ s
executive chair, the soft leather caressing her bottom and the backs
of her thighs as she waited for him to join her for a special kind of “ dictation ” .
Whenever she thought about it, she always felt
moisture between her thighs, no matter where she was or what she was
doing.
    He
must have finished his phone call. Thank goodness he wasn ’ t
a mind reader.
    "Yes,
Mr. Sinclair? ” She called, sounding
way too husky for her own good. Her cheeks flamed hotter.
    "Could
you come in here for dictation, please. ”
    “ Yes,
sir. ” Tamping down