I Hate, I Bake, and I Don’t Date! by Alina Jacobs

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Tess

“Ah!” Vera stepped into the elevator with us. “Did you come back for the afternoon yoga session?”

“You guys do yoga here?” I asked.

“It’s not that kind of yoga,” Beck said to me.

“What kind is it? Bikram yoga? Hot yoga?”

“It’s naked yoga,” Vera said. “Done outdoors in the elements. Don’t worry, it’s easy to get confused. The HOA president said we had to wear clothes traveling to and from yoga, but that really harshens my chakras after yoga. I need to let my elements be balanced and breathe.”

She turned to Beck. “For your brother’s campaign platform, I want him to explicitly list out that he’s going to remove the yoga clothing ban.”

“I will inform him,” Beck said carefully.

“Good man!” Vera patted his arm and stepped off at the amenity level.

“Is Greg really going to be the HOA president?” I asked Beck. “It seems like it’s a bit below Greg’s pay grade.”

“My brother is…” He sighed. “My brother.”

And my stepsisterwas my stepsister, that was to say she was a manipulative, spoiled sociopath who only existed to make the lives of everyone around her miserable.

She was at the Sparrow and Thyme when Beck and I returned. She was sipping a latte and talking to Beck’s little sisters.

Oh hell no.

I marched over to them, Beck trailing me in confusion.

“You need to leave,” I told her, furious.

Shannyn looked down her nose at me.

“I have as much right to be here as you do. Besides—” She smiled down at the girls. “These two entrepreneurs were telling me all about that app that they’re making.”

“We wanted Holly’s opinion since she runs a restaurant,” Enola said excitedly.

“It’s a nice app,” Holly said, scrolling through her phone.

“And is this your nice-looking older brother?” my stepsister asked Enola, all but licking her lips as her eyes slowly crawled down Beck’s body.

“Beck, don’t forget you have a meeting,” I said more sharply than I had intended.

“Right,” he said. “I need my tea.”

“I’ll bring it up.”

“Possessive much?” my stepsister said when he’d left and the girls were back to grilling Holly about her opinions on the app. “It’s pathetic, really. You and I both know he doesn’t want Humpty-Dumpty’s ex-girlfriend. He’s just using you for sex.”

“And it’s amazing,” I replied.

She glared at me. “You don’t deserve him.”

“And you do?” I scoffed. “Your little bestie Cressida is next in line, and I can’t wait to see the fallout when you two go toe-to-toe over him.”

“Ha!” Shannyn tossed her hair. “As if Cressida’s any real competition. I don’t even like her. We just went to summer camp together. She’s some dumb HR director. I have a job at a high-end gallery, dealing with other rich men just like Beck. Trust me, he’s going to get tired of you. Because everyone gets tired of you.”

I clenched my phone so hard I was afraid I was going to crack the screen. “Beck cares about me,” I insisted.

But even as I said it, I wondered, was that really true, or was that what I wanted to believe?

Shannyn gave me a mean smile. “You’ll see,” she said. “You’re a loser, and you’ll always be a loser. You might as well just pack your bags and quit now.”

Beck was in his office on the phone when I went back upstairs.

Holly had packed me an emergency container of mac ‘n’ cheese. I set it on my desk. I didn’t dare put it in the fridge since apparently Cressida was out there throwing all my food away.

I chanced a glance over my shoulder.

Beck caught my eye and smiled at me.

Maybe he did like me after all?

I couldn’t talk to him because he was on calls all afternoon and into the evening.

Between the stress eating, watching the girls, and my usual assistant tasks, I was behind on the presentation for AstraDrone. We needed to send over the submission soon. Along with my super-special surprise that I was still working with Holly to develop, I was also making a full-on book about blockchain and how the company could help Mark’s business. It was some of my best work.

I looked up when the door to Beck’s office opened. It was dark outside. Walker had taken the girls back to the condo so Beck and I could finish working. No one else was around.

“I’m sending you a draft of the presentation,” I told Beck. “Just waiting for the pdf to finish processing.”

“You’re going to have to walk me through it,” he said as I checked to make sure the pdf opened.

“Sure,” I said, jumping up and going into his office.

I squeaked in surprise when, the moment the office door was closed, he turned around and kissed me hard. I felt my body melting into the kiss.

“You know,” he said casually, allowing me a moment to catch a breath of air, “I have always fantasized about fucking you in this office.”

I bit my lip.

He kissed me again. “Right there on that desk.”

Oh shit.

He grabbed my ass. “You okay with fucking your boss as part of your job description?”

I whispered, “I thought that was one of the perks of the job.”

Beck picked me up and set me down on top of his desk. Then, knocking my legs apart, he stepped between them and kissed me again.

I thanked my foresight for wearing a nice skirt today. It gave him all the access he needed to slip his fingers to where we both wanted them to be.

I let out a soft little sound as the tips of his fingers brushed against my nether lips. “You’re already wet for me,” he commented.

I had been wet for him for a while now, but I didn’t want to tell him that. Instead, I grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him down for another kiss. His fingers pushed under my panties, and I shivered in pleasure as he stroked his fingers up and down over my clit.

“You’re definitely a big job perk.” I moaned as he teased me.

“How about I give you a big bonus.” He kissed me once more then sank to his knees.

“Oh my God,” I murmured, my hands falling to his hair. Then, “Yes,” as he pushed his face in between my legs.

My panties were still there, soaked by now, but he simply pushed the fabric aside.

The first swipe of his tongue over my clit made my toes curl. I moaned again, clenching his hair in my fingers and pushing him in deeper, harder, needing more.

My pussy muscles clenched. This was good—really good, but not perfect. I felt a little empty inside…

“Beck,” I murmured and then louder, more desperate as his tongue increased a rapid pressure over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me… “Beck!”

His fingers found my opening and thrust in, adding just a little bit more sensation. I moaned, loud and long, and did not care if anybody heard me.

His fingers curled up slightly to nudge my G-spot as his tongue lapped over my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore. The twin pleasures were overwhelming. I came, loudly.

I had barely had time to catch my breath before Beck rose to his feet. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a condom from his pocket, rolling it on his thick cock. I reached down to run my hand over the thick length, satisfied when he shuddered.

Yeah, I needed that big bonus.

Then, kissing me again, he pushed me down. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I let out a long cry of satisfaction as he entered me, right there on the desk.

It was like I had not come at all. Instantly, I was hot all over, clenching around him, needing everything that his thick cock would give me.

He fucked me hard and rough and fast. No finesse, only pure animal need. I loved every second of it, clawing at his suit jacket as I clung on for dear life.

A second orgasm crashed over me at the same moment that Beck growled something out. We peaked simultaneously and came down together, me still embracing him, and him still buried in me, breathing hard.

You know, fucking your boss in his office is probably a new low for you.

What if Shannyn was right? Maybe Beck only wanted me because I was an easy lay?