Holy mother of god, I think as I turn away from my boss to grab some stuff from the new coolers. I was a few seconds away from jumping into his arms. If his stomach hadn't rumbled just now, I probably would have just peeled myself out of my workout clothes and spread myself open here on the counter.

Shit, he looks even hotter in jeans and a hockey jersey than he does in his designer suits. He's still pretty stiff in his weekend getup. His posture. Maybe his dick, too? I put my ...