IRRESISTIBLY SINFUL (A compilation of short erotic series)

Craving my boss 4

Winfred's POV

At work, I could barely concentrate. My thoughts kept drifting back to Roxanne, her effortless beauty, the graceful curves of her body, the memory of how she’d felt in my arms. It lingered in my mind, distracting and vivid.

Who would’ve thought my quiet, efficient cook was hiding something so intoxicating beneath that calm exterior?

The realization left me restless, and far more distracted than I cared to admit.

When work finally wrapped up for the day, I slid into my car and drove home, my thoughts fixed on her, and my body craving hers again.

I pulled into the driveway and stepped out, briefcase in one hand while the other loosened my tie out of habit.

The house was unusually quiet when I walked in.

Normally, she’d be there, waiting. She’d greet me the moment I stepped through the door and take my briefcase from my hand.

But now… nothing.

The silence stretched.

Had she gone out?

The stillness of the house confirmed my suspicion. Normally, the air would be thick with the scent of her cooking, warm, familiar, unmistakably hers.

My fingers tightened around the handle of my briefcase. How could she leave without saying a word?

Don’t jump to conclusions, I told myself as I headed up the staircase. She’s probably just embarrassed after what happened this morning.

Even so, the quiet followed me, heavy and unsettling, with every step I took.

When I stepped into my room and flicked on the lights, I froze.

She was already there, stretched out on my bed like she belonged there. She wore a dangerously short red nightdress, the fabric clinging to her curves and riding high enough to show off her long, elegant legs. The material was transparent enough to leave very little to the imagination, and the absence of a bra only heightened the effect.

She looked confident. Irresistible.

Her eyes met mine, sparkling with mischief as she gave me a slow wink, then bit down on her lower lip.

In that moment, the silence of the house finally made sense.

Heat surged through me, sharp and unrelenting.

Under normal circumstances, I would’ve told her to leave. She wouldn’t have dared step into my room like this, wouldn’t have had the nerve to tempt me so boldly.

But this wasn’t normal.

She already knew my weakness. She knew exactly how little resistance I had left when it came to her, and she was counting on it

“You know that gown isn’t hiding anything, right?” I said as I set my briefcase down, my gaze following her as she rose from the bed and began to walk toward me with a slow, deliberate sway.

The fabric shifted with every step, revealing far more than it concealed. The outline of her body was unmistakable, her confidence unmistakable too, and the way she moved made it impossible to look away.

She knew exactly what she was doing. And worse… she knew exactly what it did to me.

Fuck. She really was going to be the death of me.

“Yes, I did,” she murmured, her hand gliding slowly down my chest, igniting every nerve in its path. “Do you like what you see?”

She tilted her head slightly, watching my reaction as her fingers found the first button of my shirt. One by one, she undid them with deliberate slowness, her touch taunting, each movement a quiet promise she knew I was already powerless to refuse

She gave a short seductive laughter.

“I'm ready. Claim me as you please, my Lord.”

Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest which drew a growl from me. I nibbed her ear gently and she gave in, humming a moan.

“That's the sound I wanna hear.” I kissed her cheek down her neck and bit gently there.

“f**k!” She dug her fingers into my hair.

I reached for the robe band and untied it with a single movement. Her t**s spilled free, her n*****s hard peaks catching the dim light.

“You took advantage of the situation,” I said quietly, my voice low and rough. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you.”

I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, erasing the last inch of space between us, my presence unmistakable.

A slow smile curved my lips as I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. “You’re dangerous,” I murmured. “By the time I’m done, you won’t have any strength left to walk.”

“f**k,” I growled, sliding a finger down her belly and beneath the lace of her underwear. She parted her legs for me as my touch found her c**t, warm and inviting.

“You're always ready in advance.” I murmured as I took a n****e in my mouth. My tongue swirled rough over the sensitive bud. Then, I bit down just enough to make her cry out.

“I can’t help it,” she said, throwing her head back as I rubbed her wetness around her p***y.

“Me neither,” I dug my middle finger into her, feeling the warmth of her.

“Winnie…Fuck.” She screamed out in pleasure.

“Yes baby,” My pace quickened, my fingers driving deeper making her wetness drip all over my hand while I sucked her t**s like I was starving.

“You like that?” I asked, my mouth still pressed against her t**s.

“Yes. Your finger. It's f*****g me!” She cried, her back arching as she pressed her p***y into my hand.

I smirked as my thumb slammed into her c**t while my fingers f****d her mercilessly.

Her hands reached for my belt, and she hurriedly unbuckled it. She tugged my trousers down, freeing me from them as desire pulsed through me.

She dropped to her knees with her gaze locked on mine and wrapped her hands around my thick length. I took of my shirt that felt like a burden at that moment as she stuck her tongue into the slit at the top, licking it like it was ice cream before she started taking the whole head into her mouth.

“f**k!” I groaned in pleasure as she took me in deeper until I could feel her throat.

Then slowly, her head moved up and down along my thick shaft, her hand moving in unison

I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her as her head moved faster along my c**k.

“Arrrrr… I’m going to f**k that mouth of yours,” I growled, thrusting against her mouth as my hand held her head in place. Her sounds were muffled, and her lips were wet as I moved, each motion sending a shiver through both of us.

Damn, the feeling was overwhelming. Desire built inside me like a fueled fire, the urge to release rippling through every nerve.

Finally I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva clinging from her lips. With a broken moan, my body tensed and shook, the sensation spilling through me in waves as the liquid pumped out from the tip of my length, trailing down my c**k.

She gauged with her mouth, letting it fall in, and finally swallowed, as if it were a delicious morsel.