You knew from the beginning that it was dangerous. Getting involved with your boss, being his assistant. But all it took was that day he got extra handsy with you in his lap, & the next thing you knew you were being ravaged by him on his desk.

It had been 5 weeks since then, & now you found yourself waking up in his bed - the skin of your neck, shoulders & collarbone aching with sensitivity. He sure did like to mark his territory. You turned around in the bed to find him behind you, slowly dressing himself. His nimble fingers buttoned up his shirt, hiding away the valleys of burn scars beneath on his body. He turned upon hearing you stir & gave you a smile - half smirk, half of adoration.

"Let you sleep in. I sure wore you out good, eh?"