by Author Quinn
“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called. When did you arrive?”
“Half an hour ago? I’m not sure.” I sit up, attempting to look like a human in front of the man I adore.
“I’ve been trying to call you.”
“My phone was off, and Eminem was shouting in my ears.”
“What?” He chuckles a little and peers at me like I’ve gone mad.
I have. I’m crazy in love with this man. “You said you needed me. I couldn’t…I’m sorry I didn’t go right away.”
He rubs the side of my arm. “You’re here now. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I’d kiss you but my mouth tastes like shit.”
He laughs again. “Yum. Let’s get you home. You can shower and eat, then you can meet Mom.” He stands first, picking up my bag and helping me up on my feet.
“How’s she doing?”
“She’s resting. They sent her home last night.” Something clouded over him, his lips pressing into a thin line as he reaches for my hand and leads me out of the airport. “She’s taken a lover.”
I stop abruptly. “What did you just say?” Then continue walking beside him. “Taken a lover?”
“Yeah,” he spits out and shakes his head incredulously.
“You mean she has a boyfriend?”
“She’s almost sixty-five. We’re over here.” He nods toward the right, to, I’m assuming, where he parked his car.
“Your Dad’s been gone how long? Ten years? She’s been alone that long. Don’t you think she deserves…”
He doesn’t let me finish. “She’s not alone. Paris and I are here.”
“You’re both in Chicago.”
“Well, that’s gonna change.” After pressing a button to unlock his car, he opens the door for me and helps me settle inside.
That’s gonna change. I mull this over while he deposits my luggage in the trunk and makes his way around the driver’s side. That’s gonna change. What does it mean? Is he moving back to Austin? The flight isn’t long, but he’s going to be busy keeping his mother away from her lover, and I have my life, my career in Chicago. Long distance relationships never work. I could barely make ours work and we see each other every day.
After all this, am I still going to lose him?
“Ingrid?”
It takes me a second to realize he’s said something and needs me to respond. “I’m sorry. I think I’m still in a haze from the flight. I took a couple of pills and had wine.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I…” It’s time I tell him. “I’m afraid of flying ever since…” I peer at him briefly then lower my head.
“Ah…of course.” His hand moves from the stick shift to my hand and he squeezes. “I should have known. I didn’t realize that could be a problem.”
“Well, it is or it isn’t. I’ll know next time I jump on the plane. You might be stuck with me here for a while.”
“I don’t mind that, but I was going to go back home in a couple of days.” He keeps his attention on the road, but he smiles at me briefly. “I’ve missed you.”
“Oh.” Right. Oh. And I didn’t miss the fact he said home. Home…to Chicago. Home…to me. Or am I jumping the gun here?
“Mom’s fine here. I’m being petty about the whole lover, boyfriend thing. But she seems happy. He’s the one who brought her to the hospital when she had the heart attack. He never left her side.”
“Have you two bonded?”
Henrik tilts his head. “As much as I could bond with a man doing my Mom.”
For the first time in a while, a laugh bubbles out of me. My stomach squeezes and despite the soreness from throwing up earlier, I love the feeling of it.
“You’re laughing now. Wait till you meet Mom.”
Right. The laughter dies right away and I feel my eyes widening. I’ve never had to meet anyone’s parents before. Dating older men had its perks. Most of their parents are dead or dying. It’s a morbid thought, but I’m nervous as hell. More nervous than when I climbed onto the plane to get here.
Turns out there’s nothing to be nervous about. His mom and her boyfriend, a handsome silver fox named Grayson, greet me as soon as we get to their house. It’s the same house Henrik grew up in. A Tuscan style home with a manicured lawn, complete with a fountain surrounded by mature trees, and a grand sweeping staircase inside. The designer in me is thrilled to tour this house. My own childhood home was more on the contemporary side—all white and minimalistic.
They welcome me with open arms and I wish I’d had the mind to clean myself up at the airport before coming here. I keep my lips pressed when his Mom pulls me down for a hug. She’s a slight woman, a little on the short side, but I can see why both her children are so beautiful.
“We’re just dropping by quickly,” Henrik says beside me. I just notice now that he didn’t take my luggage out. “I’ll take her to my place, let her clean up and rest first, then we’ll come back here for dinner.” We’re not staying here? I shoot him a curious glance and he gives me a half shrug.
“You both can stay here. You’ll be going back to Chicago anyway,” his mother says.
“I know Mom, but she’s tired and the doctor said you should be resting all day too. We’ll get out of your way for now and be back before you know it.” He leans down to place a peck on his mother’s cheek.
Not long after, we pull up to a multi-level contemporary white building, a contrast to the setting sunset in the background. It’s a different kind of beauty, and I don’t expect less from an award-winning architect. I’m quite thankful he’s given me this chance to spend alone with him and make myself more presentable before seeing his family again. When I got back in the car, I spotted a stain on my blouse, which I suspect was vomit.
I wait for him by the side of the car until he’s got my bag. He holds his hand out and I take it as we walk to his house. We stop in the foyer and I’m in awe of the design inside as much as I was outside. But all of that’s forgotten when he stands behind me and sneaks his hands around my waist, and up my chest, cupping my breasts. He burrows his face into my hair. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
I can tell. The long shape of erection is a massive sign.
“Give me twenty minutes to shower and I’m all yours,” I beg him, but my eyes close and my body rocks to him.
“Five minutes,” he counters.
“Fifteen. I have to wash my hair. I need to get the airplane gunk and puke smell off me.”
His hips roll forward, rubbing his cock against my ass, and he grunts. “Fifteen.” Then without warning, he turns me around and carries me over one shoulder like I weigh nothing more than a five-pound bag of flour. I giggle all the way up the glass staircase and all the way to his en-suite. He eases me back on the floor beside the bag he’d also carried with him.
“Fifteen minutes and this ass is mine.” He smacks my butt for emphasis. I push him out and don’t waste any time getting in the shower and brushing my teeth. I imagine it’s exactly fifteen minutes when he barges in the bathroom, naked, while I’m running my fingers through my wet hair.
I catch his piercing eyes in the mirror. My heart leaps into my throat. All those times I’ve seen him naked and I still feel the flutter of butterflies in my belly.
“Time’s up.” I twist around, my ass pressing on the edge of the counter. He doesn’t waste a second to lift me off the ground, have me perched on the marble slab, pulling my legs wide open.
His hair has grown quite a bit and I’m guessing he hasn’t shaved since he got the phone call last week. He’s starting more to resemble the man who rocked my world after he’d saved me from going insane.
I don’t mind his clean-cut exterior when he’s at work, in his suit, or when he’s in his jeans while we hang out in my living room, or this guy who’s seen the world, experienced life. He’s Henrik. And he’s all mine.
He drops to his knees and buries his head between my thighs. I reach for his hair and p
ull and tug. The more I do, the deeper he gets, the more he licks, tastes, eats my pussy. Until my legs are shaking and I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
With a final, long lick, he stands and whispers against my lips, “I love it when you ride my face, love it when you come in my mouth.” He then carries me to the bed.
His eyes are fervent, and on me. I’m the prey to this predator. Because I know he’s watching, I run my hands up and down my body, squeezing my tits, creating tiny points with my nipples, and with the other hand, I slip it down past my navel until I find my clit.
His breathing is almost spastic while he strokes his cock a foot away from me. I spread my legs more and tease his thigh with my toes. He catches one foot and lifts it to his face, kissing my instep.
“I’m going to fuck you first, hard, really hard.” He drops my foot on his shoulder and hovers over me for a second, enough to finish his words. “Then I’ll make sweet fucking love to you,” he promises.
I nod, and he straightens and pulls me down, until my ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. Then he’s inside me. His intrusion unforgiving, making me gasp out loud and shouting his name.
He fucks me so hard I don’t even care about the marks his fingers will leave on my thighs, nor if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow. I writhe, half on the bed, half off it. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, not even when I come all over his cock, and he goes on until he’s throbbing, spurting in my pussy.
We both fall on the floor, spent, letting oxygen back into our lungs and the blood rushing back to our brains. My legs straddle him and my arms are wrapped around his torso. His arms rest on the bed behind me, and he hasn’t stopped kissing me, my lips, my hair, my cheeks.
“I’ll get the strength back in my legs soon.”
“I’m in no rush.”
A few pants more and he peels us both off the floor, carefully stretching my spent body on the bed. With a hand on the mattress, he reaches for the glass of water on the night table. “Drink.” Like a good girl, I obey and he finishes the rest of it off. He collapses beside me, and I nestle closer to him, into the curve he’s formed with his body.
“I’d like to see more of this place. It’s gorgeous from what I’ve seen so far.”
“You will.” A kiss on my shoulder, a nuzzle on my neck. “But don’t get attached to it. I’m putting it up for sale soon.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Why?”
He inhales deeply and breathes warm breath on my skin. “Well, I figure things are going well in Chicago, I won’t need this anymore.”
I don’t say anything, but I keep a secret smile on my face.
“Things are going well, aren’t they?” Again, I don’t reply. I’m so giddy. He snakes a hand over my abdomen and up, cupping one of my breasts. “Between us. We’re good.”
“I’d say so,” I finally say, or squeak out more like it. “I thought…I was worried earlier when you said things are about to change that you’ll be moving back here.”
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d convince Mom to move to Chicago.”
“Do you think she will?”
“I don’t know. Probably not since she’s so infatuated with Grayson.”
I laugh a little. “Are you a mama’s boy, Henrik?”
“No. It’s not easy seeing my mother with another man in her life. After Dad it’s been her and us. Paris said she’s been seeing Grayson even before we both moved.”
“Sneaky. Sounds like someone I know.” I let out a fuller laugh to tease him. When I settle down, I address his earlier concern. “We are good. More than good. I think we’re great.”
“We’ve managed to stray away from being work gossip.”
“True. So you’re selling this house.”
He nods against my neck. “I’ll find a new place in Chicago, leave Paris on her own. She’s ready.”
“Or you can move in with me.”
This time, he’s the one who takes a while to answer. “I’d love that.”
“Me too.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
“I think…” I prop a leg over his and tilt my head again to give him a kiss. “I think I love falling asleep in your arms. I love waking up beside you…with your cock against my back.” I smile wide. “And I think I love you.”
He smiles with me, against my lips. “I love you, too.” After that, there’s not much more to say. But Henrik is a man of promise and since he promised to make sweet fucking love to me, he does just that.
I pace on the terracotta kitchen floor, my phone pressed hard to my ear. “What did you do?”
“What makes you think it’s my fault?” Theo sounds defensive, which means he thinks he needs to defend himself. Which means I’m right.
“What did you do, Theo? She wouldn’t quit for no reason at all.” Silence, for a bit until I hear him gritting his teeth on the other line. “I’m going to have to find out myself, aren’t I?”
Theo doesn’t say a thing. Wuss. “Just make sure she’s okay.”
“Yeah. I’ll make sure of that. Let me call her now.”
I hear him adjust on his chair. “Can you let me know what she says?”
“Seriously? When did you become such a pussy, Theo?”
“I’m not…I wasn’t.” He expels a frustrated sigh. “Just call me back.”
My smile widens when I hang up. I guess things are working out after all. But it’s not without its problems.
“Everything okay?” Henrik asks when he enters the kitchen, capturing me in his arms.
“Nothing that can’t be fixed. Talia quit when I left.”
“No way! She’s so good.”
“That’s what I said. Anyway, I have to call her and convince her to come back.” I tap a finger on my lips. “Is it okay if I tell her about us?”
“I’m fine with it if you are. She seems trustworthy…and has one hell of an ass.”
I slap his chest playfully. “Her boobs are better.”
He kisses my lips and tightens his hold on me. When he finally lets me go, I sit on one of the stools along the island and dial Talia’s number.
It doesn’t take me long to get her to come back to work, promising her a better position, better pay, which I’d intended to do anyway as soon as I return. Theo won’t say no. He can’t.
I get off the stool and walk to the sink, pouring my cold coffee out of my cup. I watch Paris and Henrik chatting animatedly with their mother and Grayson. We’ve had a pleasant brunch, like a real family. Until now, I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed my parents. Mom would’ve adored Henrik, and they would’ve had a blast comparing modernistic and twenty-first-century art to the Renaissance period. And Dad would’ve liked him too and invited him to all his golf games.
I wash the cup and let it dry on the side. Henrik returns and he stops by the door, staring at me. Just watching.
“I think it’s time we go home.”
I nod. “I think so too.”
He slides by my side and I face him. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When I open up to Talia about me and Henrik, it’s like an anvil has lifted off of me. It feels great to talk about it, about us to someone else other than Theo, who’s not always as receptive. I may have lied a little about Henrik being the one to want to keep us a secret, but Talia didn’t say much about it. Maybe she understands what I’m going through.
I watch out of the clear windows and hum to myself, while people down on the streets hurry out of the rain. It’s good to be home, to be back to the office, and see my friends and colleagues again.
The door behind me opens, letting a whoosh of noise in from the rest of the floor. Even before I feel his arms around me, I know it’s Henrik. His scent has been marked in my mind.
“Someone might see us,” I warn him.
“Then we’ll give them a great show,” he says in my hair. I smile to myself. “How was lunch with Talia?”
“Good. Great.
Something’s still bugging her but she’ll figure it out.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“Then I’ll kick Theo’s ass.”
He laughs low in my ear. “You’re such a bad ass. You really think they’ll work out?”
I turn around, swinging my arms around his neck. “You best believe it. I’ve known even before they met each other. Have faith.”
“With you, always.”
And for the first time since we’ve been together, since I met him as my new competitor, since I knew I could never forget the man who’d helped me on the plane, Henrik kisses me despite us being at work. Office romances don’t always work. Henrik and I will have many issues to sort out, problems to solve, arguments, fights. But I think we’ll make it. After all, we survived a near plane crash. Any trouble from here on out won’t hold a candle to the first time we met.
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Like a F*cking Boss - Excerpt
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Blurb:
He’s the boss. I'm the booty call…
I gave my last relationship everything I had and got shafted in return. Now I'm all about proving I have what it takes to work amongst talented designers and architects of ARC Industries, and building a better future for myself.
Then my new boss arrives, and I just know trouble will follow.
How will I prove I'm more than a smart mouth and sexy curves when I'm distracted by daydreams of the company's sexy CEO, Theo Solomon?
To make matters worse, my daydreams turn into reality, and I become Theo's booty call.
Due to my past, I'm hesitant to accept that I want more than secret rendezvous. But is Theo worth the risk?
Chapter 1
