The Bareback Office (Fertile Pregnancy Workplace Erotica)

By Claire Westwood

”At work? We can’t!” I gasped, as the man ran his hands down the back of my skirt and into all sorts of deliciously naughty places. But I already knew that he would have me saying yes...

Clara considers herself a good worker. So when her sexy, on-again off-again booty call, Dawson, gets hired on as an intern at her work, she pledges to stay clear - despite their dirty, risky, bareback naughty history together.

But then, Clara finds herself getting hauled into her boss’s empty office by Dawson - and he clearly wants her, right here at work! If they’re caught, their entire relationship will be revealed. But Dawson knows that this curvy woman loves getting filled with his seed, risking pregnancy for that ultimate rush...

Some light office flirting is generally understandable. But that’s far different from letting your coworker give it to you, right on your boss’s desk! Come along with Clara as Dawson claims her right there - in The Bareback Office.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claire Westwood
• Release date: Oct 21, 2014

Claire Westwood

Claire Westwood grew up in the heartland of the country, surrounded by cornfields and cattle. She spent every summer reading, and by the time she left the Midwest, she had finished nearly every fiction book in her town's public library.Claire now lives in San Francisco, where she divides her time between composing long, intimate stories to send to her overseas lover, and editing these stories to share with the world.

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The Bareback Office

Fertile Pregnancy Workplace Erotica

Written by Claire Westwood

Copyright 2014 Claire Westwood

All rights reserved.

The Bareback Invite

Book design by Claire Westwood

Cover Image Copyright 2014

Originally printed under The Naughtiest Office Hookup.

Used under a Creative Commons Attribution License:

http://www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0

CHAPTER 1

As soon as I felt the hand grab me, pulling me into the closet, I knew that I was in trouble.

I didn’t panic, however.  I very specifically bit down on any fear that threatened to crop up, silencing and promising that it would get its turn later.  Instead, I had a good idea of what was going on, partly because I had guessed that something like this would happen.

So instead of fear, I felt anger, bubbling up from deep within me.

And as soon as the hand eased up a little once I was yanked inside of the office supply closet, I could see who had seized me, who had pulled me in, and I felt my anger come bubbling up to a newer, higher notch.

Dawson! I cursed at the man in a half-whisper under my breath, torn between not wanting to raise my voice, and partly wanting to shriek at the top of my lungs.  What the hell do you think that you’re doing?

Isn’t it obvious? the man in front of me replied, his eyebrows raised.  And in case I wasn’t totally blind and dumb, his hand curled around me, sliding down my backside - and slipping inside my very professional dark gray pencil skirt to goose my ass!  

As he squeezed, the young man’s grin in front of me widened.  Come on, my office mate, what do you say? he asked me, raising up his eyebrows and waggling them in a way that was most definitely not safe for work.  How about a little office fun, what do you say?  No one’s gonna even know that we’re in here, even though they’re only a few feet away?  Doesn’t that turn you on?

I opened my mouth, trying to hold onto that near-boiling anger.  Because, in truth, I should be mad at Dawson.  This was totally