Daddy’s Billionaire Boss: Older Man, Younger Woman Instalove Short Romance

by Haley Travis

  “I’m usually up at five-thirty,” I said.

  “Even on weekends?”

  “Yes. It’s helpful for the circadian rhythms to keep the sleep and wake cycle on a consistent schedule.”

  She laughed merrily as I jumped up to fill a coffee mug for her. “Mason, I don’t want to change you, but you might want to consider loosening up a teensy bit on weekends.”

  “I’ll consider it,” I said, arching an eyebrow. Then I burst out laughing so hard that she joined me.

  “What is it?” She giggled as she poured a bit of milk into her coffee and sat at the large black lacquered table.

  “Nobody has told me what to do in years,” I explained, still chuckling. “I have experts who advise me. I have people who send me all sorts of information. But nobody gives me their honest opinion. Except you.”

  Sitting beside her, my hand rested on her knee. “I think I like it,” I said softly. “It’s just – unexpected.”

  She smiled, sipping her coffee slowly, then rolling her eyes. “Good grief, every single coffee is better than the last. How do you do it?”

  “Apparently it’s healthy to have a non-work hobby, to keep your mind engaged in a completely different direction on a regular basis,” I explained. “Most hobbies take an inordinate amount of time and energy, which I don’t have to spare. So I found something I already enjoyed and became a bit of an expert on it, purely for my own entertainment and gratification. With the exception of learning how to pull an espresso shot.”

  Emily’s left eyebrow quirked up. “My boss is super hot when he speaks like a robot,” she laughed.

  “I love that you laugh at me.”

  Leaning in, I tucked her hair behind her ear as I gave her a swift kiss. “I gave my housekeeper the weekend off, but I bet I can rustle up breakfast,” I said. “Can you stay for the whole day?”

  “Sure,” she smiled. “My reading and laundry can wait.”

  Taking her hand, I slipped her fingers between mine. “Will you stay the night again?” I asked softly. “It felt so good sleeping with you in my arms.”

  Realizing that my speech patterns were flipping back and forth between my usual professional demeanor and a lovestruck teenager, I was relieved when Emily grinned.

  “Sure, I can stay over again.”

  “Perfect,” I smiled.

  A buzzing noise made Emily jump. “It’s just the gate,” I explained.

  I hurried to the front door, checked the security camera, then opened the gate to allow a car to drive in. I looked back to see Emily peeking curiously out of the kitchen door frame.

  I gathered the bags from the porch, hauling everything into the foyer.

  “What was that?” Emily asked.

  “Shopping from one of my personal assistants,” I explained, holding a light pink bag out to her.

  “What…for me?”

  “Yes. I was hoping that you’d stay all day. So I checked the sizes of your dress and shoes, and had Tanya pick up some comfortable clothing for you. There should be pajamas, yoga pants, some loose fitting dresses, and a fancier dress if you’d like to go out to dinner tonight.”

  I waved to the other bags. “Lingerie, slippers, shoes, a new toothbrush, and some girly soap things.”

  Emily laughed so hard she snorted. “Girly soap things?”

  “I told her to get whatever you might need for your face and hair and whatever,” I said, waving vaguely at the fancy metallic bag covered in European logos.

  Giving her the lightest bags, I carried the rest up to the bedroom with her. Setting a tiny bag on the bedside table, I brought the rest to the large double doors at the end of the room.

  Guiding her into the walk-in closet, I gestured to the empty wall. “My clothing is pretty minimal, so I’ve had no reason to take up the entire space. The entire left side of the bathroom drawers are empty as well. How about you make yourself at home, and I’ll attempt to make scrambled eggs?”

  Emily set the bags down, walking toward me as she cupped my face in her hands. “Thank you, Mason,” she said softly. “I’ve never had anyone go to such trouble to make me feel comfortable.”

  Taking her hands, I kissed each palm, then her forehead. “Emily, you’re mine. I’m yours. I want you to have absolutely every creature comfort possible.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” she breathed. “Thank you.”

  “Just promise me you’ll come running if you hear me swearing,” I said. “That would be code for, ‘I burned the eggs’.”

  “Always a good idea to test the smoke detectors,” she grinned.

  Kissing the top of her hair, I left her alone so that she could organize her new things. I also wanted her to know that I trusted her completely. If she wanted to go prowling through my dresser drawers, or look for any clues about me, she was welcome to. I had nothing to hide.

  If my heart belonged to her now, so did my home. My cars. My companies. Everything I had.

  It was much too early to start saying such things aloud, but having her take over half of the closet was definitely a first step in telling her she belonged with me permanently.

  13

  _____

  Emily

  After dinner, I realized that I had just experienced the most important Saturday of my entire life. There was no other way to describe it.

  We’d spent the entire day falling in love.

  Mason made space in his home for me, giving me everything I needed to feel comfortable and pampered. Since he cooked pretty good scrambled eggs for breakfast, I made salad and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.

  We spent the day roaming around his enormous house, shooting a terrible round of 8-ball in his games room, and watching an hour of cartoons in his media room.

  Maybe it was because we both had an unbelievable ability to focus, but being so completely tuned into each other for the past couple of days, it felt like we’d been together for weeks, or even months.

  I wore the fancy dress that Mason bought me for an elaborate pizza dinner under the chandelier of his outrageous twenty person dining room table. We both squished in beside each other at the very end.

  We had our very first mini-disagreement when I insisted that coffee did not go with pizza, but after Mason described the incredible espresso he had in Italy, we compromised. I changed my response of “absolutely not” to “it’s probably not for everyone”. Mason decided that was close enough, showering me with kisses.

  After a walk around his back garden in the moonlight, we went up to his bedroom. This time, I was both more and less nervous.

  My slight anxiety was lessened now that I knew how gentle and caring Mason was. But I was a bit more nervous knowing that I was ready for absolutely everything.

  I’d never had a reason to spend much thought on knowing when the right time would be. Now that I was with such a wonderful, sexy, caring man, I knew that Mason was the one – even without Aunt Betsy’s description of my perfect man.

  Suddenly a whisper of fear curled around the back of my mind. Should I tell Mason about the prediction from my sixteenth birthday? Sleeping on it one more night seemed logical.

  Mason picked me up and twirled me around his bedroom. “Emily, my angel, I’ve had the most amazing day.”

  “Me too.”

  His lips skimmed down the side of my cheek as he unzipped me. “May I help you into your new pajamas, or would you like to cuddle mostly naked?”

  “Or…” Slipping off my dress, he inhaled sharply as it hit the floor. “Maybe this time we could both be naked?”

  For a second, I wasn’t sure if he heard me. Those brilliant green eyes stared at my fancy blue silk lingerie. Someday, I would have to thank his personal assistant Tanya for picking it out.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, then suddenly he scooped me into his arms before laying me gently across the bed.

  It felt like I was in a dream, as Mason kissed along every inch of my skin, slowly peeling away the bits of silk and lace until I wa
s completely naked.

  “Damn,” he breathed, his eyes raking across my skin until I could almost feel the weight of his gaze.

  Those incredible lips circled my nipples, sucking and teasing gently until I quivered, clutching at his shoulders. My thighs rubbed together, as I realized I felt empty inside. I needed him. Now.

  He stood up, quickly pulling off his clothing as I gasped. Every muscle, every part of him was sexier than the last. Finally he pulled off his shorts.

  As my gasp became a whimper, Mason sat beside me on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “We can wait longer if you want,” he said quickly.

  How could I not melt at how careful he was with me?

  Staring pointedly at the shaft sticking straight upward in my honor, I shook my head. “I’m ready. I want you. It’s just…” My fingers slid down the deep V of his abdomen to tease along the tip of his length. “You’re so huge.”

  He shuddered from my touch, sending swirls of arousal through my belly. I loved how expressive he was.

  Mason snuggled beside me, nibbling along the edge of my ear. “If you want me, I’ll be so gentle, angel.”

  “I want you,” I said immediately.

  His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, teasing slowly. He stared into my eyes as the first gentle touches of his fingertips traced through my center. Automatically spreading my legs, I felt like a delicate little lamb next to a massive beast.

  He kissed me hungrily, our tongues entwining as he let me feel the desire brewing within. As his hand moved against my skin, my hips began to rock, grinding against him. The pad of his thumb found the spot where I needed him most, as his middle finger slipped in just a bit.

  The wave of bliss was different this time. Maybe it was because I already knew that I was in love with him, and he was definitely falling for me. Maybe it was because it was the second time I was about to come in his arms, and I was more relaxed now.

  Or maybe it was because I knew in just a few minutes, he was going to make me his, and I was going to feel him inside me.

  My climax started low, gathering strength quickly until I screamed against his lips. My back arched, shaking me between Mason’s huge body and the bed. Feeling so helpless and so treasured at the same time made me blink back a tear of joy as I trembled.

  “So sexy,” he murmured, kissing along my cheek to nuzzle my temple.

  Catching my breath, I stared up into those magical eyes, knowing without a doubt that he was the one.

  “Emily, do you want me completely?”

  “Yes,” I murmured, blinking as I still tried to get my bearings.

  Mason rolled to the side, sitting up as he reached for the small shopping bag on the bedside table. Staring in wonder at the way he handled the thick, veiny shaft in his hands, I was overwhelmed with lust. Somehow, seeing the animalistic side of him, completely raw, aroused me even more.

  Just as he was about to roll on a condom, I said, “Wait.”

  Leaning down, I brought my lips to the thick, round head, pulling just an inch inside my mouth. His deep, guttural groan sounded like he was being torn apart.

  “Angel, it’s been so long…if you do that for more than a few seconds, I swear I’ll come in your pretty little mouth.”

  Lightly circling my tongue around the head again, I looked up at him before pulling away. “Another time then,” I winked.

  “You are too sassy for your own good,” he chuckled.

  He slipped on the condom, then reached for a tiny plastic bottle, coating his length in lubricant. “I know this is going to hurt you,” he said, his eyes tight with worry. “But I’m going to try to be as gentle as I can.”

  His thoughtfulness surprised me every time.

  As his giant body settled over mine, my legs spread. His fingertips instantly gravitated to my center, swirling around every sensitive fold until I whimpered under him.

  My curiosity was nothing compared to the deep craving to feel what was coming next. When I finally felt his shaft sliding up and down against my opening, the excitement made me squirm beneath him.

  “Easy, angel,” he said softly. Slipping inside just a tiny bit, his thickness was more than my body was expecting.

  Then Mason kissed me.

  Up till now, our kisses had been sweet, sexy, hot and playful. Nothing like this. He kissed me with his entire body, pouring every ounce of love and fire into every tiny movement.

  Moaning in bliss, my legs wrapped around his waist as I tried to pull him deeper. The pressure built quickly as he barely pressed inside, giving my body plenty of time to adjust around him.

  “Take a breath,” he commanded, running his thumb across my cheek as his other hand gripped my ass gently, tipping my hips toward him. “Relax. Tell me if it’s too much.”

  “I need…more,” I gasped, rocking up to press him deeper inside.

  I already felt so full of him. He was all around me, enveloping me in his warmth. Pulling his lips back to mine, my hips began to buck up against him, drawing him in deeper.

  Choking back a tiny whine, I refused to let him know how much it hurt as my body stretched around him. The pressure was nearly unbearable for a few seconds, then we both worked together to shift his length deeper. The sharp slivers of pain dissolved after a moment, as my body adapted to the pressure.

  “You feel so perfect around me,” Mason murmured against my lips.

  “You’re everywhere,” I gasped, as we began to rock together slowly.

  “I need to be everywhere and everything for you,” he said softly, brushing back my hair to stare into my eyes as he began taking long, slow, deep strokes inside me. “You’re mine, Emily. My girl. Can you feel it?”

  Nodding, I moaned his name desperately as we found a steady, sensual rhythm.

  “God, I love the way you move against me,” he murmured, his eyes glazed.

  Something deep inside me finally relaxed, and his entire length sank inside me. Mason paused, staying completely still as he nipped gently at my bottom lip.

  “So precious, my gorgeous girl.”

  Pleasure began overtaking every nerve, every inch of my entire body. Watching Mason’s rippling muscles as he held himself back, moving cautiously, smashed my heart wide open.

  I loved him so much. This cold, controlling man was now warm and soft, and absolutely tender. For me.

  Each stroke of his incredible thickness felt like it was sinking deeper, touching every single nerve inside me.

  “So sexy, baby,” he murmured. “Let me feel you come all around me.”

  Digging my heels into the back of his thighs, I shifted, crying out loudly as my sensitive clit made contact with the base of his shaft. A deep pool of absolute pleasure began to hover all around me, inviting me to fall in.

  Mason began moving faster, his feather light touches becoming more heated. Urgent. His palm grabbed the side of my thigh, pulling it up higher over his hip, changing the angle until my squeals couldn’t stop.

  “Yes,” I gasped, as my fingers dug into the back of his neck. “Mason…”

  “Just let go, angel,” he growled, staring into my eyes as he began to thrust harder, deeper. “I need to feel you come all over my cock.”

  Feeling how much he truly needed me sent me over the edge, screaming his name as the climax washed over me, pulling me under. My back arched as the orgasm hit me full force, as my hands and legs clenched desperately around him.

  Mason’s dark, low roar rumbled through both of us as I felt his shaft jerk hard inside me. A tingling wave of aftershocks rippled through every inch of me, making me quiver under his massive body.

  Staring up into those strange, intense eyes, I gasped again as I saw straight into his heart.

  Mason was already in love with me.

  14

  _____

  Mason

  The air in my lungs felt both heavier and clearer, as my heart raced from the most savage orgasm of my life.

  Having to hold back and be gentle wit
h Emily had somehow channeled even more force into every subtle movement, making the inner explosion almost too much.

  Kissing her gently, I ran my hand along her side, teasing the edge of her soft breast. Pressing down on my elbows, I lifted myself higher so I could look into those sweet brown eyes.

  “That was the most amazing moment of my life,” I blurted without thinking.