Finally His

By Doris O'Connor

A nice hot, forbidden fling with her boss...what can possibly go wrong?

Jolie Pierson has lusted after her hot as hades boss forever, so when he finally takes notice of her, she can’t help but melt at his dominance. Besides, it would be rude to not give him a present on his birthday.

Richard Tomlin never dates the women at his office. However, when he realizes the sinfully curvy red head he’s been struggling to keep his hands off for ages is submissive...the gloves are off. This woman makes him forget all the rules and brings out his primitive instincts—to take, to devour, to mark her as his until everyone knows she belongs to him.

Jolie was ready to accept just one night of hot kinky sex, but when Richard pulls the boss card the very next morning, everything changes—she’s finally his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772339444

Book preview

Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2016 Doris O’Connor

ISBN: 978-1-77233-944-4

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

You've got to love stories that practically write themselves, like this one did. To all my readers who love my Tuesday Teases and asked for the full story, this is it. Enjoy, and thank you for reading.

FINALLY HIS

Doris O’Connor

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

Jolie Pierson stretched to loosen muscles cramped from being hunched over her desk for hours, and yawned. A quick glance round the deserted office confirmed what she already knew. Everyone had left, leaving just her and the boss in the building. At least she assumed he was still here. She hadn’t heard his deep voice for some time, and no telltale click of masculine fingers over his keyboard broke the stillness surrounding her.

The faint hum of the vacuum cleaner being employed by the cleaners in one of the side offices could be heard, but that was all.

Normally speaking, the stillness didn’t bother Jolie, but as she gathered the reports to her chest, ready to dump them on her supervisor’s, desk it did.

The boss didn’t go out of his way to say goodbye to her, but he did usually at least glance her way and nod, or something, when he left. As pathetic as that made her—because he showed the same courteous treatment to everyone else in the office—that brief smile lighting up his craggy features was the highlight of her day.

I really need to get out more.

Richard Tomlin was way, way out of her league. Not least because he was her boss, but … well just because. What would a highly successful business man at least ten years her senior ever see in her, after all? With his model good looks, he could have any woman he wanted, and frequently did, if the tabloids could be believed.

He regularly graced their pages with some stick thin model type on his arm, when he attended yet another charity function. Yeah, her boss would never be interested in a short, far too curvy girl like her. Jolie had long accepted her far from fashionable body, and she knew she certainly wasn’t ugly, but she could never compete with the flawless beauty of some women. Her immediate supervisor being a point in question.

Tall, thin, with platinum blonde hair, that woman never seemed to have a bad hair day. She was always immaculately dressed, and she’d made it perfectly clear from day one of Jolie’s employment that the boss was off limits.

Don’t you get any ideas about him, girl. He never dates the women in the office, and if he did, it wouldn’t be someone like you.

The inherent criticism behind those words, delivered with a practiced smile, which hadn’t reached the woman’s eyes, had stung. They had also ensured that Jolie had tried her utmost to stay off her boss’s radar, and thus the wrath of her supervisor. That woman had the power to make anyone’s life a misery, after all, and frequently did.

While it grated that Stephanie swanned out of the office on the dot every day, Jolie didn’t mind the work too much. At least it kept her busy and it paid the bills. And she could swoon over Richard Tomlin from afar.

Files clasped to her chest, she walked over to Stephanie’s desk and frowned at the note.

Put the files straight on Richard’s desk, and attach this note.

An irritated huff escaped Jolie. It blew an errant strand of hair into her eyes. No matter how she attempted to confine her unruly red hair—today it was in a bun—it always escaped.

Richard,

I thought you’d want them first thing, so I stayed late for you. Have a great evening tonight.

Steph

Stayed late, indeed.

Jolie grumbled under her breath, but dutifully pinned the note to the top of her files, and shouldered open the slightly ajar door to Richard’s office. The sight that greeted her made her almost drop the damn papers, because, not only was Richard Tomlin still very much in the office, he was half naked.

Oh, good God.

She must have disturbed him mid changing of his shirt, because he stood, looking out of the window, deeply in thought.

Oh, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… Jolie knew she was babbling and making a complete fool of herself, but she couldn’t help staring.

It was one thing imagining what her sex-on-legs boss looked like under his clothes, but the reality… Yes, that was something else entirely. Rock hard abs rippled in movement, as

Richard Tomlin smiled and turned his attention fully toward her.

Was there something you needed me for, Jolie?

No, sir. She grimaced at her squeak of an answer, and reluctantly tore her gaze away from his muscled torso. Faint amusement showed in Richard’s blue eyes, and Jolie barely resisted the urge to fan her hot cheeks.

Damn her inherent propensity to blush at the drop of a hat. It made her such a cliché. The redhead with the pumpkin cheeks and freckles to match—if only she had also inherited the quick temper redheads were so famous for.

Sadly, that seemed to elude her. While Jolie was an expert at simmering inside, she hated making a scene, and rarely said what she thought, until now, it seemed.

Richard checked his watch and frowned.

It’s late. You should be home already.

So should you.

What possessed her to say those words she would never know, and she wanted the ground to swallow her whole, but her boss simply smiled. It deepened the blue of his eyes, and made the laughter lines around those spheres more pronounced. He really had the nicest smile, and Jolie grabbed the files to herself harder in an effort not to swoon.

Nothing to go home for? he asked,