Never Yours (SAPPHIRE LAKE #1) by Irene Bahrd EPUB & PDF

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  • Authors: Irene Bahrd
  • Language: English
  • Genre: contemporary romance
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Ten Years Later
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Thanks?
Sleeping with my boss has to be the worst decision I’ve ever made; there’s
no way I’m going to be able to show my face at work tomorrow. But, when
the head of your network comes onto you, you’re left with two options:
give in and quit, or reject him and risk being fired. Quitting is easier than
getting fired. With the gossip around the office, it was only a matter of time
before this asshole came onto me—I should’ve worn a wedding ring to
work or insisted I’m only into women. Then again, that didn’t stop him
from ruining Denise Kensington’s career. She “quit” shortly after a meeting
alone with him a few months back.

I’ve spent the last five years working my ass off to become a head writer for
Left Field—the network’s number one sitcom. All to have the rug pulled out
from under me.

“Meet me in my office to discuss the new show idea you’re proposing,” he
said. “I’ll clear my calendar.”

Bull. Fucking. Shit.
The cold leather couch bounces beneath me as Martin thrusts faster,
guaranteeing I’ll be putting on a performance. I give it two minutes before I
have to moan his name. It doesn’t help that ‘Martin’ isn’t the sexiest to call
out—more like I’ll be summoning a butler. My best option is to completely
dissociate and pretend this is just a bad sex dream.

If I wanted a bad sex dream, I would just go through the highlight reel of
prom night, when I lost one of my best friends after sleeping with him.
Martin tenses up and, after no more than sixty seconds, he pants my name
and fills the condom. Shit, I missed my cue. “Martin,” I grit out as I clench
my pussy around his unimpressive thin cock. I keep up with my kegels, but
this is a hotdog down a hallway situation here. I can only do so much.

“That’s right. Milk my cock.”
What the fuck? It’s hot in books. This guy? Hard pass.
“Mr. Harris? You have John Grant on line three,” Alicia announces through
the phone intercom on his desk.

Fuck, I hope she didn’t hear all that.
Martin pulls out of me and replies back to her, “Let him know I’m finishing
up a meeting,” then lowers his voice and tells me, “As soon as I’m done
with this call, I want you on your knees with those pouty red lips wrapped
around my cock.”
Bile rises in my throat, but I manage to paint on a sweet smile. “Can’t stay.
I have an episode to write.”

There’s no episode to write. This season is over, and I have already handed
my notes to the producers for next season. I’ve gathered enough from our
“meeting” that he doesn’t keep track of the sitcom schedules, so my lie
should survive.

“Tomorrow, then.”
I nod, and he lifts off me, pulling off the condom and tying it. Swiftly
shifting my panties back in place that he haphazardly moved to the side,
inwardly chastising myself for letting this happen. My pussy may not be
ruined, but my career most definitely is.

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