Bad Boys Under the Mistletoe: A Begging for Bad Boys Collection

by Anthology

  He spread my legs wide and pressed his mouth against my pussy. He wasn’t wasting any time. We nearly died down there in that cave, and there was so much pent-up energy between us. I felt it exploding between us now as he sucked and licked my pussy, sliding two fingers deep inside of me as he nibbled my clit.

  I gripped my sheets and arched my back as he licked and sucked and fucked me. I was losing myself just as I lost myself down in the cave, but this time I was lost in the incredible intensity of life. It was the intensity of being alive with Langdon, of feeling his body against mine.

  I rolled him over and helped him undress. I ran my fingers down his muscular chest and stomach, lingering on his cut abs with my tongue before pushing him down onto the bed. I straddled him, feeling his thick, hard cock against my pussy, before slowly sliding down his length.

  I gasped, pain mingling with pleasure, and began to slide back up. I took him, his every inch. Langdon took my hips as I rode him, sliding in circles, working my hips. Pleasure burst through me.

  I never thought I’d do this. I never imagined I’d fuck Langdon like this, riding his cock however I wanted to, but I also never imagined I’d risk my life with him, or that he’d protect me above all else. My hands pressed against his chest as I rode him faster and faster, pleasure building and cresting through me.

  This was what I needed all along. After the flight, the cave, the fear and the horror, feeling Langdon deep inside of me was what I really needed. It brought me closer to him, closer than I ever could have imagined. He was what I needed, he gave my life purpose and meaning in a way I never envisioned or guessed.

  I rode him harder, slamming down against him, and I felt my orgasm beginning to build inside of me. Sweat dripped down our bodies as he pulled me against him, his hips thrusting up inside of me.

  “Come for me,” he whispered in my ear, and I had to obey.

  The orgasm ripped through me. My whole body shook as he fucked me, relentlessly and mercilessly. I came hard on his thick cock, moaning loud, releasing every ounce of pent-up energy and frustration onto him.

  He groaned and I felt him fill me, his own orgasm mingling with mine. It was the most intense moment of my life as pleasure blanked out my mind and took over my body.

  Finally, it slowly subsided.

  I collapsed onto the bed next to him and we laid there, our limbs entwined, enjoying the pleasure ringing through our bodies.

  “What’s next?” I finally asked him, breaking the silence.

  “Well, we’ll contact my people at ICE and they’ll send a team here. I’ll finish translating the manuscript and you can go home if you want.”

  I sat up. “Go home?”

  “Only if you want.” He sat up and looked at me. “Anna, I want you to stay with me. I can show you things you never dreamed of. We can win this war against the Syndicate together. You can finish your mother’s work.”

  I stared at him, not sure what to say. I could return to my old life and continue being the person I had always been. I could return to my friends, my life, the place that I thought I belonged.

  Or I could enter into this new world fully. I could become closer to my mother than I ever thought was possible.

  And I could have this man. I could let myself be happy. I could let my life have meaning.

  “Yes,” I said softly, without hesitation. “I’ll come with you.”

  “Good.” He kissed me full and deep. “We’ll do this together.”

  “Together,” I whispered, and I knew that I meant it.

  We’d do this together for as long as we could.

  Santa Boss

  Jay S. Wilder

  Chapter 1

  Raven

  I wrap my fingers more tightly around the champagne flute, eyeing the occupants of the room. The music switches from Jingle Bells to Santa Baby, and my office’s Christmas party in full swing. Everyone is more lighthearted than a few hours ago. Faces that were competitive and cutthroat are now mellow and cheery.

  Except for me.

  The new girl.

  I take a hearty swig of champagne, go for a second one, then think better of it and stop myself. It’s hard to imagine anything looking worse than getting trashed your very first day on a job.

  “Hey there.”

  I start and turn to take in a tall, thin woman with black hair. I spotted her a few times earlier today, either walking in the hall or talking in small groups. This is the first time I’ve seen her smile though.

  “Fran DeWitt.” She holds out her hand. I transfer my drink to my left so I can accept the shake.

  “Raven Ford.”

  A little surprised look crosses her face. “Beautiful name. Did your parents expect you to have dark hair?”

  I lightly touch my strawberry blonde locks, the ones I spent twenty minutes perfectly pinning up this morning, and laugh. “It was the name of a nurse in the hospital I was born. When my mom went into labor they still didn’t have a name picked out for me.”

  “Well we’re glad to have you here,” Fran warmly smiles. “How do you like Edwards and DeLisle so far?”

  “It’s good.” I bite my bottom lip, not sure how much to reveal. I’m naturally shy, and always working against my constant misanthropic inclinations. I don’t want Fran thinking I’m antisocial or anything.

  “I notice you haven’t been talking to anyone.”

  I guiltily shrug. “Darn. I kind of hoped no one even saw me.”

  “Ah, everyone’s noticed you by now. Sorry.”

  I look down into my bubbly drink. “Is it weird they hired me right before the Christmas break?”

  “Not too weird, no. And ‘break’ is a loose term around here. You’re doing…?”

  “I’m the new secretary.”

  “Ah. That’s right. You’re taking over Margot’s old job. Don’t worry. You’ll get your full holiday break. I just meant work never stops for the executives.” She places her hand on my shoulder. “I’ll tell you what. I have to go talk to Jeff in accounting about something which, unfortunately, can’t wait till Monday. When I come back I’ll introduce you around. Sound good?”

  I smile gratefully at her. “Yes, please.”

  “If you get bored till then you can always go and sit on Santa’s lap.” She winks at me then slips into the crowd, the many bracelets on her slim wrists clinking together as she moves.

  I turn to watch the Santa Claus in mention. He stands over by the windows, dressed in the full jolly man garb. A crowd surrounds him, leaving just enough space for him to still be visible. I laugh lightly to myself.

  “You can always go and sit on Santa’s lap.”

  Yeah, right… The one and only time I helped myself to a stranger’s lap it was my twenty-first birthday, I was one shot away from alcohol poisoning, and riding the subway at midnight.

  I shake my head, trying to dislodge the unpleasant memory. Six months and, unfortunately, the moment still haunts me.

  When I look back over at Santa’s crowd the man himself is staring at me. I freeze, my breathing grinding to a halt. There, wedged between the red hat and the snowy beard, are the deepest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re magnetic, pulling me in and locking my gaze. I can’t even think about looking away.

  In my skirt pocket my phone buzzes, breaking the spell. I jump and pull it out. It’s Heather, my roommate.

  If she’s calling instead of texting, it’s probably important. Setting my champagne down on the end of the buffet table, I leave the staff break room.

  Edwards and DeLisle Media Consulting demands an entire floor, the shiny elevator opening onto an even shinier hallway. The place glimmers like it gets hand polished every morning, and for all I know maybe it does. It is, after all, my very first day.

  “What’s up?” I ask Heather, going to stand against the empty front desk.

  She sighs in exasperation. “The power got turned off.”

  “Shit,” I breathe. An instant headache hits me. I rub at the spot between my eyes
. “You have my card number, right? There should be just enough left in my account to pay it.”

  “Okay, cool. Hey, how’s the party?”

  “It’s, um, all right.”

  “And the first day?”

  “Good. Really good. It turns out being a secretary here isn’t too bad.”

  “Even if it was...”

  “Yeah, trust me. I’d still keep the job. It beats serving barbecue any day.”

  “Text me when you’re on your way home?”

  “Will do. Bye.”

  I hang up and stuff the phone back in my pocket. Thank God my new job pays weekly. I’d be screwed if not. Everything in New York is expensive, even when you’re splitting the cost of a studio apartment with your best friend and having cheap dumplings from the corner market twice a day.

  Heather’s waitressing tips from the comedy club she works at are pretty decent, but without this new secretarial job we would be officially screwed.

  “Everything all right?” a deep male voice asks.

  I spin around and come face to face with Santa Claus himself.

  “Yeah,” I tell him. “Just taking a phone call.”

  A long moment passes. Santa just looks at me, his hands in his red pants pockets. I clear my throat and shift my weight, not quite sure what’s going on. Is he waiting for me to tell him what I want for Christmas, or to offer him some cookies and milk?

  “Oh!” he suddenly says. “My apologies.” He pulls off the hat and beard. Thick brown hair followed by a strong, stubble dotted jaw, appears. Now it’s my turn to stare.

  Santa is hot. Really, really hot.

  He keeps going, undoing his whole outfit. Unfortunately, there are clothes underneath the costume, a button-up and black slacks. He takes the Santa costume and deposits the whole thing on the front desk’s tall counter.

  “It’s hot in there,” he says, then steps forward with an extended hand. “Gareth. I work here.”

  I wrap my fingers around his. The second we touch electricity shoots up my arm. His eyes widen slightly.

  Is he feeling the same thing I am?

  “Raven. I’m new. I’m a secretary in HR.”

  He nods. “Yeah, I know who you are.”

  It makes me blush. “Sorry, I didn’t see you today. It’s just, there are so many people here, and I haven’t gotten to meet everyone yet...”

  He waves my excuses away. “I wasn’t in the office today. You wouldn’t have noticed me anyway.”

  “Oh.”

  I wonder, then, how he knows about me.

  Perhaps the company is smaller than it seems, and news gets around fast.

  I search for something else to say, but my brain’s not working right. This guy is so hot, his touch so swoon inducing, I think I’ve turned into a pile of mush.

  Gareth hooks an elbow against the counter and leans into it. His head cocks and he studies me. “Are you just out of school?”

  “Columbia.”

  “Congrats.”

  I almost tell him this is my first job not in a restaurant but decide to keep the little tidbit to myself.

  “I saw you in there,” he says. “Watching me.”

  My jaw falls open. “I… I...”

  Gareth chuckles, showing teeth straight and white. “It’s all right.”

  I gulp.

  “You looked uncomfortable.”

  I could deny it, but for some reason I don’t want to. Something about this guy makes me want to be honest with him. “I was. I don’t do parties very well.”

  “Neither do I.”

  I look at him in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

  “You don’t believe me? Why not?”

  “Because you’re...” Amazingly hot.

  I can’t finish the sentence. Gareth straightens up and nods his head at the end of the hall away from the party. “I have an idea. Since you don’t like parties and I don’t like parties how about we not go back in? I’ll give you a grand tour of the offices instead.”

  I hesitate, not sure if it’s all right to be sneaking around the company after hours. I haven’t met the two heads of the company yet, but surely it’s something they would frown down on.

  Then again, I’d be an idiot to reject alone time with a man like Gareth. Even if I already got a tour from the head of HR this morning.

  “Sounds nice,” I smile at him.

  He smiles again, this one lighting up his brown eyes. Pressing his hand so lightly against my back I can barely feel the touch, he guides me down the hallway.

  We pass the main offices and meeting rooms, going to the one door I actually haven’t been through.

  “What’s this?” I ask.

  Gareth grins and opens the door. “The best spot in here.”

  He hits a switch and soft lighting fills the room. We’re in a conference room, but one better than any I’ve ever seen. One wall is all windows, and the one adjacent to it a floor to ceiling fish tank.

  “Holy shit,” I gasp, spotting an octopus climbing up the tank wall.

  I don’t know why I wasn’t shown this room before… Unless it’s totally off limits to most employees.

  Which means we really shouldn’t be here.

  I take a step back and bump into Gareth.

  “Sorry.” I turn around. He doesn’t budge. We’re so close our hips are brushing.

  Gareth gazes down at me, his eyes searching mine.

  I’m sealed to the spot, all thoughts of leaving the room gone.

  He ducks his head a little bit and I raise my face. His lips hit mine, soft and strong. The kiss is perfect, the kind I’ve dreamed of but never had.

  His arms slip around my waist. He pulls me closer to him.

  I’m a goner.

  Chapter 2

  Gareth

  There’s something about this girl.

  Something so big and enticing I can’t quite put my finger on it.

  Kissing her in the executive board room should be wrong, but it feels anything but.

  It feels fucking perfect.

  I press my fingers into the back of Raven’s dress. She moans against my mouth and I nearly explode from desire. I’m delirious, soon to be out of control.

  I wrap my arms tighter around her and pick her up. Her heels leave the floor and coil around my waist. We kiss feverishly, our tongues competitively running over each other.

  I back her up until we’re at the table. Without breaking the kiss, I set her down onto the hard, smooth surface. Her hands are on my shoulders, in my hair, her kiss becoming hungrier by the second. Who would have thought such an innocuous looking woman had a tiger hidden in her?

  I kiss across her cheek, along her jawline, down her neck. She tastes like cotton candy, like forbidden fruit. Like something I never knew existed, but now that I do know, I’ll never be able to live without it again.

  I have to have her. In every way possible.

  Her hands rake down my back and clutch at my belt. I suck the base of her neck.

  “This is crazy,” she gasps, the last word turning into a moan.

  “We can stop,” I murmur into her skin. “Just tell me.”

  But please don’t.

  My fingers burn to feel the skin beneath her dress.

  “Keep going,” she gasps. “Keep going.”

  I nearly groan at her begging. Gripping the hem of her skirt, I push it up all the way to her thighs. She has no stockings on and it’s perfect. She’s ready for me.

  Heat flows from between her legs, drawing me in. My fingers snake up the inside of her thighs. She kisses me harder, gripping my shoulders and pulling me closer to her. My dick strains against my pants, eager and pained.

  I brush a finger across the top of her underwear. Raven shakes against me. Her clit pulsates, asking for more. I push against it, using the friction of her panties to tease her.

  Gasps and moans leave her lips and enter my throat. I swallow them down, just like I’m going to swallow her taste.

  My fingers find th
eir way along the edge of her panties. Beneath the thin fabric they go. Raven’s walls are slick and engorged. I push a finger in, then another one.

  Her walls clench around me and her nails dig into my shoulder. I bite her bottom lip and tug gently at it.

  Deeper into her I push, feeling for the ridged spot. When I hit it, she groans so loudly the noise sends tremors through me.

  I slowly pull my fingers out of her and back away. Planting a hand on each thigh, I start to push them apart. My mouth salivates in anticipation.

  First I’ll lick her dry. Then I’ll part those walls with my dick. I’ll ram into her on the cold table, make her beg for more.

  “Wait.”

  The word sends ice through my veins. I freeze and look up at Raven. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips red and raw. A bit of her hair is unpinned. She looks even better than when we walked into the room.

  “I don’t know about this,” she breathlessly says.

  I open my mouth to respond, then simply drop my head. Shit.

  I have to get my hands off of her. I have to back away.

  It’s the hardest thing in the world, but I do it. Raven jumps down from the table, her heels clinking against the lacquered floor. She straightens her skirt and eyes me.

  I swallow and look back. I’m an idiot. A damn fool.

  I’ve hooked up with girls before. I’ve hooked up with girls in this very work space.

  But not five minutes after meeting them.

  I read Raven wrong. Now she probably hates me. We’re going to have to work together every day. I’ll see her in the hall. It’ll drive me crazy, having to look at those tight curves and full lips and know they’re off limits.

  “I need to go,” she murmurs, not looking at me.

  “Raven...”

  I might as well have said nothing. She rips the door open and runs out into the hall.

  Chapter 3

  Raven