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The Boss Vol. 1: a Billionaire Serial

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by Quinn, Cari


  No hesitation.

  This was happening.

  Fifteen

  He supported me with one arm and braced his other on the window as he wedged me into the corner. His fitted shirt pulled, and I yanked at the cuff until the button popped and I got to more skin. My eyes widened at the sleeve of ink.

  It was too dark to get much more than a glimpse of it, but the theme came through. A map and compass in intricate detail.

  Detail I’d need to study later.

  When my brain worked again. When I wasn’t ready to kill to get him inside me. When the ache went away.

  “Blake.”

  His eyes went hot.

  “Now.”

  I locked my ankles at his lower back and reached between us. I wished for no condom. I knew the feel of him, the texture and the heat. I wanted to rip off the condom, but I didn’t. Reckless was one thing, stupid was another.

  The purring groan that rumbled out of his chest made every nerve ending fire. I hissed as the flared head slipped inside. I was ready for him. Maybe too ready. My body already wanted to vise around him.

  I couldn’t look away. He barely communicated with me, but here I could read a part of him. I saw the bliss and the calm wash over his face like water. His lids lowered as he sank into me. His eyes were mere slits as he slowly slid out and worked his way back in again.

  Substantial wasn’t even the word.

  I wanted to climb up the glass and get away from the overwhelming invasion.

  Too much.

  Not enough.

  I hung on to his shoulder with one hand and drove the other into his hair as he rocked inside me again and again. I didn’t want it to end, but I needed more. Something…I didn’t understand. This was more than I’d ever imagined sex could be and still, I couldn’t tamp down the ache.

  “Blake,” I said on a hiccupping moan.

  Was that me?

  God.

  My nails dug into his shoulder. “Please. I…” I arched, and his dress shirt scraped my nipples. I turned to look at his ink-encased arm, then outside into Boston. The city going on as if it was any other Thursday night.

  His hips snapped forward, and my attention centered on him again.

  On the swirling desire I couldn’t manage to get past.

  Disappointment started to eat at the pleasure. Was this all there was? The build, but the payoff would remain elusive? Was it just greed talking? I’d certainly had more orgasms with him than anyone, but…

  Frustration leaked into my chest and out in a growl.

  He leaned into me until there was nothing between us, not even air. Full. God, he was everywhere. I tightened my thighs to drag him even closer. The friction from his clothing abraded and bunched. His fingers dug into my hip as he loomed over me.

  That intensity lit his eyes again, and the freefall caught me off-guard. From an outlying frustration to unending, overwhelming release. Every nerve ending tingled, and my skin sizzled. I couldn’t look away from him, and all the rioting emotions slammed into pleasure until there was nothing but Blake.

  Nothing but a steamroller leaving me completely shattered.

  Nothing but him.

  When my current world came back into focus, I pressed my forehead to his and tried to remember how to breathe. Luckily, my lungs still knew how to do their job, because I didn’t. The sharp thrusts of his hips were my only clue that he was as lost as I was.

  Jaw locked, he made a sound that I’d carry for a long damn time.

  Part moan, part sigh, and all delicious. And for the first time since I’d met him, his shoulders eased.

  I was in so much trouble.

  Because I wanted to hear that sound again.

  Every day.

  Did I mention trouble? So much trouble.

  His chest heaved, and his arm shook. I was too heavy. I was petite, but hello, one hundred and eighteen pounds was still a lot to hold for…however long we’d been at it.

  I couldn’t tell. Since we were already into October, the sun didn’t show its face until well past six.

  I unlocked one leg and he slowly lowered me until I could touch the floor. When he slid from me, I had to close my eyes against the sudden loss. The emptiness I’d been living with returned with a vengeance.

  He turned away from me. I assumed to take care of the condom, but he walked across the vestibule to the other window and braced his arm against the glass. Naked and alone, I shivered as the pleasure seeped out and dispersed in the chasm between us.

  I quickly moved to my clothes and stepped into my skirt. His tie slid across my skin. I should take it off, but I couldn’t make my fingers work. My underwear and bra were beyond redemption, so I pulled on my twin-set. I gathered the edges of my cardigan and closed them tight, crossing my arms over my chest.

  Holding that one piece of him against me.

  Pathetic.

  I didn’t know what to say.

  How did you come back from something like this? I’d never shared myself like that—not even with a long-time boyfriend. I’d known him less than a week.

  He was the closest thing to an enemy I’d ever had.

  I leaned against the glass across from him, but still, he didn’t say a word. For God’s sake, he wouldn’t even turn around to face me.

  Silence stretched.

  My skin cooled as I curled into myself, sliding down the wall to hug my knees. I could still feel him inside me. As if my insides didn’t know how to shrink back to normal. I was still swollen, and the air felt too heavy.

  He finally moved, but instead of speaking to me, he simply picked up his suit jacket and folded it over his arm. He tucked one hand into his pocket. His cuffs were back down, and his vest was straight.

  Everything was as it was.

  Except I still had his tie on.

  He lifted his head finally and met my gaze. “Grace…”

  Shock left me mute.

  Suddenly, the snick of the bolts opening cracked the stillness. His face went blank and closed off. He reached next to him for the door. “I’ll expect you back by one, Ms. Copeland.”

  He opened the door, and he was gone.

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  I grew up as the bastard son on the wrong side of the tracks. Until an angel I could never repay helped me climb to the top.

  My new assistant, Grace Copeland, is determined to bring me down. She thinks I don't know about her lies and the risks she's taking, but I've been watching all this time.

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  The Boss Vol. 2

  Walking away from her was the hardest thing I’d ever done. That I’d done it before didn’t make it any easier.

  I crossed the tile floor of the lobby, barely aware of the sleeping building lumbering to life in the early morning. Carson Covenant Inc. never fully slept, but in the darkest part of the night, only a few sentinels remained in the glass fortress I’d built.

  Last night, my new assistant Grace and I had been there as well.

  And the fucking cameras.

  Cameras I’d forgotten about until our bodies were cooling in the vestibule that bore my name. Just as my skin now bore the imprint of her scent. Even as I walked, I could smell her all over me.

  Another kind
of hell.

  I bypassed the fleet of elevators to go down the maze of halls that led deeper into the labyrinth of the building. I knew every one, had sketched them in my first shitty basement apartment back when I hadn’t had a credit card to my name. But by then, I’d begun to dream.

  Dreaming was dangerous. Once you started, it was hard to stop.

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  USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn likes music and men, so she figured why not write about both? When she’s not writing, she's screaming at men’s college basketball games on TV, playing her music too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.

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