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229 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2017






Lauren
Going back to work was supposed to be a painless transition, but when my new boss turns out to be an arrogant, cocky jerk, he quickly turns my professional life into a world of torture. Okay, fine, calling him an asshat before knowing he was my boss wasn't my finest moment. Hating him should be easy. I just never counted on him being so gorgeous or charming when he's not annoying me.
Austin
I expected my new assistant to be professional and punctual, but all I'm getting are dirty looks and rude comments. I should fire the little hellion, but instead all I can think about is bending her over my desk and breaking every rule I've ever made for myself.
One look. One touch. One night. If we break the rules, our lives will never be the same again.
Good thing rules were made to be broken. And besides, it feels so good to Tempt the Boss...
“John! Get the fuck in here,” I whisper-yell angrily through clenched teeth.
He walks in, and I close the door as he looks down and gasps, taking in the state of my balls. “What the fuck, dude?!”
“I don’t know what’s going on! I was sitting in the meeting when I felt a prickling sensation. I thought my pants were just tight. Dude.” I look down. “My balls.”
I look up again to see that John is standing there, a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “You need to go to the doctor. Jesus, do you think they’ll explode?” he wonders as he crouches down — a little too close considering our relationship — to get a better look.
“Get the fuck away from my balls, please.”
“That is almost like watching porn,” I tell him. “You doing stuff like watching dishes, vacuuming, homework with [my son]. It’s mom porn.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Are you checking me out?” he questions with a smile.
“I’m going more than checking you out. I’m undressing you in my mind,” I tease him as I lean against the counter.
He shakes the water from his hands. “Really? Well, in that case, where the fuck is the vacuum?”
“Do you love my mommy?” Her question has my breath stopping in my chest…
“I love your mom more than you know,” he answers her, and me as well. His words bring tears to my eyes. There’s a softness, almost a reverence to his voice as if he’s talking to me, only me, as if we were alone. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love your mom.”
“Go woo your girl.”
“Woo?” I ask him.
“A meal, rose petals, champagne, lingerie, vibrators, cuffs. You know, romance.”
“This, I can do.” I make a list of everything I need to get. “I’m going to woo the fuck out of her.”









Ever since she came into my life, it's been one crazy, fucked-up episode after another.

She brings out not only this insane, absurd awfulness in me, but also a fun, silly, playful side I didn't even know I had.


She's the drug and I'm the addict. I've never wanted someone so much in my life. Not just her body, though her body is meant to be worshipped, but her head, hear heart. I want it all.


I want you to know that I'm here for you not because I have to be, but because I want to be.

Let me be that person for you.








“She’s nothing more than a crazy chick with a tight ass. Who will get me coffee daily.”
“Oh, really?” Her voice cuts through the air … “Well then, I’m happy I could assist you in your day,” she snorts, coming in and dumping the bags on the table in front of us. “I also got something for your friend,” she huffs and then walks away. This time slamming the door on her way out.
“Oh fuck, you are in so much fucking trouble. Dude, she is going to fucking string you up by the balls.”
“John! Get the fuck in here,” I whisper-yell angrily through clenched teeth.
He walks in, and I close the door as he looks down and gasps, taking in the state of my balls. “What the fuck, dude?!”
“I don’t know what’s going on! I was sitting in the meeting when I felt a prickling sensation. I thought my pants were just tight. Dude.” I look down. “My balls.”
I look up again to see that John is standing there, a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide. “You need to go to the doctor. Jesus, do you think they’ll explode?” he wonders as he crouches down — a little too close considering our relationship — to get a better look.
“Get the fuck away from my balls, please.”
“I want you … Only you. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, and you keep me on my fucking toes. You make me want everything, and I’ve never wanted everything. I’ve only wanted me. Now, I want you and everything that comes with you.”







