Who's the Boss Now: Billionaire Romance

by Lexy Timms

  "I’d never use you for a booty-call, Jamie." He slid his hands over her thighs, squeezing softly. "Though the way you look in these pants has me lamenting my words last night."

  "I'm using you, baby. Not the other way around." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips, groaning against them as his tongue pressed into her mouth. They could both stick to the illusion that she was in charge, but the truth came calling the minute he touched her. She melted into a puddle, and they were both aware of it.

  He explored her mouth as his hands squeezed her butt in a massaging manner.

  Jamie broke the kiss, breathless, and sat up. "Enjoy your day."

  "What? Where are you going? I thought we—you weren’t finished here."

  "Sorry. I have other things to do. If I was your girlfriend, then I'd move stuff around, but you're just the 'meat,' remember?" She winked and climbed off of him. "Don't forget to take the ball back to Mark. Tell him to call me later if he's hungry, and we'll grab dinner."

  "No the fuck you won't." Alex stood up as his expression darkened.

  "See you tomorrow, boss." She turned and walked toward the house, running her hands over her hips and squeezing her own ass.

  "That's not fair," he yelled behind her.

  Oh, but it is so incredibly fair, sweetie. She waved a hand at him without turning around.

  Chapter 15

  Monday came too quickly.

  Mark went back home, and had already texted to check on her. They didn't get a chance to see each other on Sunday afternoon, but she had a few errands that needed running, and Alex was right about them being friends, but not too close of friends. It would just cause the awkwardness between her and Alex to rear its ugly head again. If he was going to work through the situation with Annette, then she could clean up the extra little things around the edges of their relationship as best she could. Playing the sex card wasn’t exactly fair. He needed a clear head to deal with Annette. She’d give him a few days and try to stay professional. That was the plan… for now.

  Paul glanced up as she walked into the office an hour later. His complexion was a little paler than she was used to seeing, but he was back.

  "Hey, you." She dropped her stuff in a chair beside her desk. "I was starting to worry that the zombies got you."

  He turned and smiled. "Nah. Gotta have brains for that. I only play smart here. Outside of work... I'm no zombie-bait. Let's just put it that way."

  "I see. You feeling better or should I spray you down with disinfectant?"

  "Please don't." He held up his hands in surrender. "I'm good. Just a chest infection, but I seem to have gotten over it with a few shots and loads of sleep. How’re you?"

  "I'm great. I got outside several times this weekend, which always helps. It's so beautiful out right now."

  "I couldn't agree more. Did we just start talking about the weather like two little old men?" He lifted an eyebrow and smirked.

  "My fault," she laughed just before walking out to grab a cup of coffee.

  Alex was in the kitchenette with his back to her, working on a cup for himself, it would seem.

  "Morning, boss." She grabbed a cup and admired the perfect swell of his derrière in his slacks. He was so far beyond sexy.

  "Hi, Jamie. I’ve some errands we need to run this morning. I'll have a car waiting for us in thirty minutes. Meet me at the elevator and move your appointments to after lunch." His tone was professional, but commanding. It sent tendrils of desire through the center of her.

  "Of course." She finished making her coffee and walked past him, brushing her hip against his rear and ignoring his quick intake of breath.

  "Tease," he whispered.

  She did as he asked and moved all of her appointments to the afternoon, bid Paul goodbye, and walked to the elevator a few minutes later. He glanced up from reading an investment portfolio.

  "Where are we going?"

  "Just a few stops around town to look at some buildings I'm considering buying." He held the elevator door open and let his gaze drag across her. "You look good."

  "Good enough to eat?" She walked into the empty elevator, keeping her voice low, but ready to tease the hell out of him. He should definitely suffer like she was.

  What had happened to her plan? Out the window, like everything else when Alex was around.

  "Yeah. That what you want? My mouth pressed to the center of you? The wet sensation of my tongue lapping at you?" He waited until the door closed to crowd her space, pressing himself to the front of her tightly. "I've miss you in my bed. I need to see you naked and squirming beneath me."

  She slid her hands around his waist and squeezed the tight muscles of his ass. "Clean up your shit and I'll make your head spin... both of them."

  Jamie slipped out of his hold as the door slid open. She walked from the elevator like she owned the place. Her pinstriped skirt fit tight around her waist, but flared out at her thighs. The white button-down shirt she wore was snug across her ample breasts, and the heels made the outfit. She wasn't used to being too flashy, but today she'd gone all out in order to grab Alex's attention and remind him of her sensual nature.

  He jogged up beside her and growled. "Fuck, you look good! I think your meat wants you to consider spending some time wrapped around it."

  She laughed and glanced at him. "You're corrupt."

  "No, just fucking needy, and you’re the only woman I’d ever consider taking to my bed." He held the car door open for her.

  Jamie got in, noticing that there was enough room to play around a little if Alex was up to it. The memory of the limo rolled over her, and she realized that wearing underwear around this man was a waste of time. She'd have them off in ten seconds flat if they had a long drive ahead of them. The darkened window between them and the driver caused her heart to flutter.

  Alex got in on the opposite side and glanced over at her. "Did you hear me?"

  "How long is the drive?" She ignored his question.

  "As long as you want it to be." He reached for her, his eyes going a little wide as she turned and slipped into his lap. "Fuck."

  "Shut up." She rolled her hips, rubbing herself against the large bulge in his slacks as she pressed her chest against his. "Tell the driver to take us an hour from here. I'm going to take my time with you. I fucking need it."

  "Anything you want," he whispered, and pressed the button to talk with the driver. Jamie pressed her tongue to the side of his neck, dragging it up slowly as she undulated in a slow, sensual rhythm.

  She pressed her lips to his ear and exhaled a moan, "I need to be fucked. Hard."

  "Yes, you do, bad girl." He squeezed her butt once before sliding his hands under her skirt, rubbing his fingers over her softness. "No panties?"

  "They're there." She rocked against him and sucked his ear into her mouth.

  He groaned and lifted his hips, pressing against her with force. "You smell good. I can almost taste you."

  "So hot," she murmured and sat up, working on his tie.

  He reached up and helped her tug it off of him before unbuttoning his shirt with fervor. "I need you so bad."

  Her fingers spayed across his firm chest as a groan left her. The silkiness of his skin was almost overwhelming and she realized how badly she needed for them to be in a bed. The ability to stretch out and make love to each other was what she craved.

  "Tell him to take us home. We're only fifteen minutes away."

  "Yeah," he muttered against the side of her neck as he pulled her down.

  The driver was informed, and ten minutes later they were home, panting and needy with just having each other's touch and the hungry brush of lips against one another.

  Alex got out, his shirt half hanging from his pants, and tugged her out roughly. Somewhere during the make-out session, she lost control and he assumed it. It was one of the reasons she would be his forever.

  He opened the front door to the house and turned as she closed the door. He wrapped his arms wrapped around her a
nd consumed her mouth. His strong fingers bit into the backs of her thighs as he murmured, “Up.”

  She jumped, a little worried about being too big for him to carry, but he easily caught her, wrapped her legs around him, and seemed to have little trouble moving them to his bedroom. He stopped in the hall and pressed her tightly to the wall, grinding against her as she moaned against his throat.

  "So fucking wet, Jamie. I can feel your heat through my slacks."

  "Get them off. Now." She bit at the side of his neck and tugged the flesh gently.

  He let out a guttural sound that shot right to the center of her. She was close to coming just from the smell of him, in combination with his strong thrusts against the center of her need.

  Letting her slide down the length of him, Alex moved back and worked himself out of his clothes before grabbing her and tearing at her clothes as well. When she stood in nothing but her heels, he stepped up and wrapped himself around her, forcing her to stumble with him into the bedroom.

  Jamie pushed at his chest hard when they reached the bed, forcing him onto his back. He started to protest, but she crawled up the length of his body and spread herself over the top of him. His hands clamped down on her ass painfully, and he jerked her up before pressing back hard - impaling her on his thickness.

  She cried out at the pleasure that burst through her.

  He gripped her hips and smiled cockily. "Sit up and work me. I want to see your body. It's the biggest turn-on I've had in my life."

  Sitting up, she began to rock her hips, not caring about anything but the pleasure he offered. It had been too long, and her body knew it. With fingers digging into the thick muscles of his chest, she lifted up and worked herself right over the edge.

  Her arms shook from the intensity of the orgasm, but he held on tightly, fucking her from underneath. The moment she stilled, he flipped them, forcing her to press her front against the cold sheets. He mounted her from behind and slid back into her, gripping her ass for leverage as he began his assault.

  "How the hell can I live without you? What was I thinking? You're the only warmth in my life, Jamie." He plunged into her in deep, strong strokes.

  She closed her eyes as his words and the feel of him taking her consumed her. There were no words with which to respond. The situation between them was something he was going to have to work out. She would be there as long as she could, without having her heart stomped on.

  "You look so good, baby. So beautiful and sexy." He leaned down and pressed his chest to her back; his angle shifted and she cried out. The spot he rubbed against was almost too much as he continued to fuck her in a steady rhythm.

  "I'm going to come," she whispered roughly against the sheet.

  He stretched her arms above her head with his; the strength he applied as he held her down was over the top.

  Heat spread from her center, and she bucked against him as she came harder than she remembered doing in a long time. The sound of his pleasure prolonged hers. He might not be able to live without her, but she would surely die without him. There could be no other choice but one where they were together. Accepting anything less wasn't a possibility.

  Chapter 16

  As they looked at the building Alex was interested in purchasing, he promised Jamie that he would talk with Annette about taking a pregnancy test. He even spoke of getting his lawyer involved now. It was the only way to see if the bitch was telling the truth, or pulling their strings, which wouldn't have surprised Jamie at all. Something about the situation was off: Namely, the timing.

  The large investor meeting was the next morning, and, after parting ways, Jamie got busy working on her part of the presentation and left Alex alone to work on his. He wouldn't be available that night, but she was sated for the first time in weeks, and was glad to give him the time to pull his last- minute adjustments together. He hadn't told her that he loved her after their love-making session, but she could see it all over his face.

  Things would be okay.

  She woke early the next morning and dressed in a nice black skirt-suit, pulling her hair into a bun and making sure she looked incredibly professional. The handful of investors that would be at the conference was her charge. Lots of people would come for the training that Alex would give out on making wise investments and reading financial markets, but she was to keep their most invested members happy.

  Nicholas would be among them, and the thought made her a little leery. He was such a nice guy, and the type of man who would not only promise her the world, but deliver on it too. There had to be a way to let him down easily; yet the selfish side of her didn't want to. If things didn't work out with Alex, she'd be furious with herself for giving up the opportunity to be with someone like Nicholas.

  You're in love with Alex. It's part of the risk.

  She walked into the office, still thinking through the most prudent way to push the handsome older man back. Paul walked in behind her, toting two cups of coffee.

  "Hey, you. I got you this. I'm looking forward to the conference today. Aren't you speaking?" He handed her one.

  "Thanks. How sweet of you, and, yeah, I'm giving a training on the new Blackberry and Apple applications that have just rolled out; mostly on organization and time management. Just extras that Alex thought would be good additions to the conference."

  She took a tentative sip of her drink before walking into their shared office.

  "Are you nervous?" Paul asked, and dropped his stuff on the floor beside his desk.

  "No. Maybe I should be, but I've been dealing with so much real-life crap that work is almost a break."

  He chuckled. "Man, don't I understand that. I started dating this new girl and she's so high- maintenance. I'm thinking we're just about at the end of this ride."

  "Don't like crazy?" Jamie asked cheekily.

  "Um... no."

  Alex poked his head into the room, his eyes a little wild. "Hey. I need you in the conference room with me stat."

  "Alright; let me grab my stuff, and I'll meet you there." Jamie moved to her desk and started shuffling through the stacks of papers.

  "Better you than me. I'd be a basket case if Mr. Reid was standing over the top of me all the time. Dude's intimidating."

  "Yeah, but it's because he knows his stuff and he's incredibly confident." She walked to the door. "You will be one day too."

  "You think?" He wagged his eyebrows.

  "Maybe not. No." She laughed and walked out, ready to take on the day ahead of them.

  The conference went exceedingly well for the morning session, but Alex not having the time to take anyone to lunch was a little aggravating. Whatever he had to do couldn't wait, which left Jamie with taking a group of stiff old men to lunch.

  Nicholas was with her, which made things better, but still... she was Alex's PA and knew enough to keep the conversation going, but not anything close to what he would have been able to do.

  They got through the last course, and she waited for the bill by the bar. Nicholas moved up beside her and leaned against the bar.

  "Great job today." He smiled warmly.

  "Thanks. I'm not sure what the hell Alex had to do that was so important."

  "I saw him come in a little while back, but I didn't want to disturb the flow of the lunch. He was with a pretty redhead. Guess the old boy had a meeting that was more important than the whole lot of us." He shrugged, looking rather sheepish.

  Sickness rolled through her stomach. "What? He's here?"

  "Yeah. Over there." Nicholas moved to the other side of her, close to her back, and pointed toward him.

  Annette.

  Jamie wasn't sure whether to feel good about the fact that Alex was obviously taking the situation seriously enough to push the wayward bitch to provide proof, or if she should be pissed. The conference was a two-day event that happened once a year. He couldn't have scheduled the lunch later in the week?

  Alex glanced up and looked toward them, as if he knew they were watching hi
m. The look on his face said that he wasn't too thrilled to have them spying on him.

  Jamie jerked around, not realizing how close Nicholas was. She let out a soft yelp as a blush covered her cheeks.

  He reached out and touched her arm, squeezing it and moving back a step or two. "Sorry. I didn't mean to crowd you. You stepped back and I thought you were going to fall."

  She shook her head. "It's—I’m fine. Really."

  "Is he dating that woman? They look awfully cozy." Nicholas glanced over toward Alex again. "I thought you guys were together."

  "No, we're not. I told you that." She let out a shaky breath and turned to pay the bill.

  "Right. He's coming this way. I'm sure this is going to be fun. He's not with you, and yet he's going to be furious with me for being near you. This is why I'm not particularly fond of your boss."

  Jamie turned as Alex stopped in front of her. "A word with you."

  "Yeah, sure. Just let me finish paying for the investor lunch that you should have been at," she bit out at him and turned back to the bartender.

  "We did miss you, old boy." Nicholas touched Jamie's shoulder. "I'll meet you in the car."

  "Sounds good; thanks for helping me today." She glanced over at him as her skin pinpricked with angst. It should have been Alex at the lunch with them. It was his deal, and yet he was more concerned with working through his personal shit than making sure she was comfortable in front of his investors. How she got herself in situations like the one she was facing, she would never know.

  Alex's wrapped his fingers tightly around her arm. "I told you I had an important meeting today. You're more than capable of handling a group of men. I pay you quite well to make sure of that."

  She turned. "Let go of my arm, Mr. Reid."

  He dropped his hand from her and slipped his hands into his pockets as she signed the credit card receipt. "You know I don't like you hanging out with Nick."

  "He's one of your investors. I'm not sure what you want me to do." She glanced back to see Annette smiling in their direction. The saucy witch lifted her hand and waved as if they were friends. "And I hate the fact that, instead of talking with Annette at the office, you have her on a lunch date. Your timing couldn't be worse." She leaned forward. “Why the hell would you come here? Of all places?”