Grumpaholic: A Grumpy Boss Romance
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“Life is not black and white, Ella,” I growl. “Not with you in it.”
She chews on her lip. They start to curl into a small, hidden smile.
“You lied,” she says softly. Her cheeks burn with heat.
I frown. “Did I?”
Ella nods. Her hands slide up to lie flat on my chest. Her green eyes captivate mine. “You promised not to fall in love with me,” she whispers.
I grin. I lean down. It wouldn’t matter if the building was on fire. Nothing in the world would stop me from kissing her right now. My lips press to hers. My hands hold her tight, and she sinks into my arms.
“You lied too, you know,” I grunt.
She pulls back. Her brow arches curiously. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” I glare up at the mural and smirk. “You promised not to paint a dick on the wall.”
Ella laughs, loudly. And it’s music to my damn ears. I pull her into my arms again, I kiss her, and I hold her tight.
The world isn’t black and white. It’s just dying for a paint brush. Somehow, I found mine. And now, I’m never going to let her go.
Epilogue
Ella
“How the fuck did I let you talk me into this?”
I giggle and roll my eyes. “Oh please, I didn’t talk you into shit.”
“I was a good boy until you got ahold of me.”
I roll my eyes again, harder. “Oh, right. Such a nice, sweet guy.”
Cormac grins. He grabs me and pulls me close. My heart races. The thrill of getting caught tied with the thrill he always gives me is like a drug. He growls and leans close, I sink into him. I moan when I feel the thickness of his cock surging into me.
“My, my, Mr. Heath,” I whisper. “Excited, are we?”
“What can I say?” He shrugs.
“Crime is thrilling?”
“It’s more like it’s impossible to not be hard around you,” he groans.
I kiss him slowly. I rock my hips against his thick bulge.
“We’re on a time crunch,” I whisper.
He chuckles and pulls back. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
We break apart. I let my eyes slide over him. He looks good in all black. He rolls the ski-mask down, and I do the same with mine. I reach into the bag and toss him a can of neon pink spray paint.
“Ready?”
“Hell yeah,” he says eagerly. We turn to look at the big rooftop sign of the midtown building. I grin. Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.
We’re killing two birds with one stone tonight. The building, and the sign, belong to Kristen Peters, Cormac’s godawful ex who tried to sabotage everything. She could be a saint, and I’d still have no trouble vandalizing the fuck out of her building. But she’s definitely no angel. Cormac’s since told me all about the shit she pulled years ago—poaching clients, stealing contracts, and basically stabbing him in the back.
She’s a distant second now, though she’s still second to Cormac in New York City developers. But that’s changing tonight. It’s taken some digging, but we finally found the proof we needed. A team of forensic computer investigators, which is a nice way of saying hackers, has uncovered the proof of all of her shady deals. But even better, they got proof of her bribes, payoffs, and the blackmail she’s been using to rise up through the ranks. Tonight, this bitch is going down.
All the information is up on a new website I put up myself. By tomorrow, that website will be in the headlines of every paper and blog in New York.
Cormac shakes his can and approaches the wall. He sprays a few tentative strokes of the paint. I giggle.
“Be bolder!” I laugh. “Big, hard strokes.”
“Big hard strokes, huh?” he grins.
I blush. “Yeah. Here, like this. Lemme show you.” I start to spray the “www” of the web address to show him. “It’s gotta be visible.”
“Damn right,” he chuckles. He adds a few more letters, and I grin.
“Perfect!”
“How’s that for big and hard?”
I grin salaciously. “Yes please.”
We both finish the lettering for the website that’ll bring Kristen down. When we’re done, we stand back. The rooftop lights are off right now—Cormac’s assistant Alan phoned the building security ahead of time to say they were doing some maintenance fixes. But when it lights back up? Ooooh baby.
“You know you want to,” he grunts.
I giggle. “What?”
“Add some. It’s okay, I think it’s warranted.”
“Not too much?”
“Uh-uh.”
I chuckle. “Well, okay, then!” I rub my hands together and grab some spray cans. Then I go to work on the huge image of Kristen’s bitchy face. Cormac’s laughing by the time I finish and pull away. Her big dumb face now has four big floppy dongs hanging in front of it.
“Christ, I fell in love with the Monet of dick,” he murmurs. “Who knew?”
“Oh, please. Don’t try and tell me that’s not the biggest reason you did fall in love with me.”
He laughs. His hands grab me, and I shriek as he pulls me into him. I fall against his chest. I look up as he yanks the ski-mask up over his mouth. I do the same to mine, trembling. My heart races. It’s the adrenaline of the vandalism. But it’s mostly him.
I press my hips into him. I whimper when I feel the hard, thick bulge of his big cock surge into me.
“It’s thrilling, isn’t it?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he growls. “But this is all you.”
He lowers his mouth and kisses me hard. I moan into his lips. My hands slide over him, gripping his shirt. His find my waist. His fingers slip between the hem of my black yoga pants and my black hoodie. The run over bare skin, making me moan.
“We’re not making it home, are we?” I gasp.
“Fuck no,” he growls against my mouth.
His cock pulses so hard against me. And I’m so wet for him. My thighs clench, and I can feel my wetness soaking my panties. Cormac snarls. His hands move to the small of my back. He grips my yoga pants and yanks them down over my ass. I gasp when his hands slide over my bare skin.
He pushes me back, and then spins me around. I moan, and my hands go flat against the brick wall. Cormac shoves my yoga pants down more. He drops to his knees behind me and hooks his fingers into my thong. He tugs it down my thighs too. I gasp when the cool night air hits my bare, slick pussy.
His face presses between my thighs. His tongue drags hot and wet over my lips. I moan loudly and grip the wall. I push back, eager for more. His tongue pushes between my lips, plunging into me. I tremble for him and arch my back. He plunges his tongue in and out of me, fucking me with it. Then he’s teasing back to my clit and sucking it between his lips.
“Cormac!” I moan. His palm slaps my ass, making me whimper. He sucks on my clit and spanks me again. My eyes close and my mouth hangs open. My hands grip the wall, and my body shudders in pleasure.
I’m so close. His mouth is going to make me come any freaking second now. But then suddenly, he pulls away. I whine in protest. But I feel him stand behind me. I hear his pants unzip, and then moan when I feel his thick, hot cock head push against my wet lips. He grips my hips and growls. He thrusts, and his huge cock plunges into me.
The pleasure is instant. The feeling of being utterly filled and taken is too much. I bury my mouth in the crook of my arm, and I scream as I start to come for him. The waves of pleasure wash over me. My pussy grips his cock tightly as I quiver all over him.
Cormac’s hands grip my waist. He slides out and then thrusts back in. My orgasm is still crashing through me. But suddenly I’m just riding a wave right into another one. He thrusts into me, fucking me hard against the wall. His hand delves between my legs. He rubs my clit and rocks into me, making me writhe and moan in pleasure.
His rock-hard abs slap my ass. He snarls like an animal and slides a hand up my back. His fingers tangle in my hair, grabbing a fist of it. His lips snarl into my ear. His fat dick plunges into me as he rubs my c
lit.
“Oh my God, baby!” I moan. “I—Cormac, I’m coming!”
I can’t help it. I moan deeply as the climax explodes deep inside of me. Cormac groans and pounds into me. His heavy balls slap my clit, and his teeth rake down my neck. His thick cock swells and surges deep inside. And then suddenly he’s coming with me.
“Ella…” he groans. He sinks deep. His cock throbs, and his hot sticky cum spills into me. He holds himself as deep as he can get, holding me tight in his arms. I’m trembling from my orgasm, my legs shaking. Slowly, he pulls out of me. He turns me in his arms and presses me to the wall as he kisses me deeply.
“Okay, I seriously needed that,” I giggle.
“Needed, huh?” He chuckles.
I glance down at his still hard, slick, huge dick and blush. “Uh, yeah?”
Cormac laughs and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me slowly. “I love you,” he growls.
“I love you so much,” I whisper back.
“Ready to light this fuse?”
“Oh hell yes.”
He grins and pulls his phone out. It’s on speaker as he dials Alan’s number.
“Mr. Heath?” Alan says quickly. He sounds out of breath. Cormac and I glance at each other quizzically.
“Alan, we’re ready. Can you tell the building to turn the lights on…”
We both pause when we hear the sounds of cats meowing in the background. Lots of cats. I start to laugh, but I cover my mouth.
“I knew it!” I hiss at Cormac, giggling.
“You think?” He grunts back, covering the phone.
Two weeks ago, I was back at my old apartment packing some of my stuff up. When I left, I bumped into Cormac’s assistant Alan in the hallway. He was a nervous wreck and blurted out some excuse about coming to help me. But he was also covered in cat hair, and hickeys all over his neck.
Cormac didn’t believe me then. But the look on his face says he’s a believer now.
“Your neighbor?” He chuckles. “The cat lady?”
“Hey, you know what? Good for her. And good for Alan. He seriously needed to get laid.”
Cormac grins. “I doubt he was expecting that much pussy though.”
I groan. “Gross! Eww!”
He chuckles and pulls his hand away from the phone. “Alan?”
“Yeah, boss?”
“Congrats. I’m glad you’re having fun.”
“Thanks, boss,” Alan laughs quietly.
“Let’s light it up, shall we?”
“I’ll call them now, Mr. Heath.”
Alan hangs up. Cormac and I fix our clothes, and he pulls me into his arms. We look up at the dark sign with Kirstin’s dumb face. A second later, the full floodlights come on, illuminating the damning website, along with the bevy of dicks hanging around her face.
“The Post is going to have a fucking field day with this,” I giggle.
“You’re an evil genius,” he laughs.
“And you’re my partner in crime?”
“Always,” he growls.
I grip his shirt and look up into his eyes. “My trusty sidekick.”
Cormac frowns. “Let’s go with partner.”
“I like sidekick more.”
“How about we agree to disagree, and you shut up and kiss me.”
“So demanding,” I tease.
“Oh you have no idea,” he growls back. He’s hard again, and I blush. But then, I’m still wet…
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I whisper. “But I could always use a refresher.”
He grins. He leans down to kiss me, and my arms go around his neck. Graffiti dicks are fun and all. But I’ve got my masterpiece right here, holding me tight and kissing me like he’ll never let me go.
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