ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary)

by Susan Fleming

  Despite how delicious he looks, she was no longer in the mood so she stopped him and told him to leave. He was surprised by her instant request and tried to convince her to let him stay but she just wanted him to leave. With his huge erection and in all of his frustrations, he picked up his things and left. She was relieved by his absence. He had to go.

  She decided to keep working on the case. She could not understand why she was no longer in the mood but was still frustrated. Suddenly, it occurred to her that she was sick and tired of being in the same location as her life had become a dull routine.

  Sex no longer excited her. Maybe she should take up that job in Los Angeles. Pensively pacing up and down the room, she thought about the opportunity carefully. A change of environment would do her good and perhaps she could go somewhere a bit quieter. She could hear the cars outside and the blaring horns from her apartment. Enough was enough she thought as she looked on the dresser and saw the letter. She then paused, picked up the phone call and began to pack up her things. The city was tiring and it was time to leave.

  Chapter 2

  Marks, Goldberg and Stein

  Two weeks had passed since she moved to the new city and this…. place still made her uncomfortable. Yet, it had a certain “charm”. This part of Los Angeles was different. The architecture was amazing and the buildings seemed to create an ambiance of sophistication and class; a complete juxtaposition from the concrete jungle that she had been exposed to all of her life.

  She was all business and was a career woman and wasn’t sure that she could get used to this. She really wasn’t here for the comfort. Her new employer agitated her. For a successful lawyer, he seemed so laidback and carefree. She appreciated that he gave her time to adjust and to finish her last case before she came to the office but she was ready to work.

  Constantly fidgeting around in her new apartment, she remembered how powerful she was in her old city. Here she felt like an outcast. Lonely would not leave her alone. Despite the fact that she kept into contact with her old friends and memorized about her past lovers which kept her company throughout the nights, something was still missing.

  She then remembered that she worked in the morning and decided to sleep because she needed to make an excellent first impression. Her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

  Awakened by her alarm clock, she glanced at it and shrieked, jumping out of bed. It was very late but she managed to get ready in less than five minutes. Although this was not New York, she still had trouble getting a taxi and just decided to take the train quickly making her way to the subway only to find out that the trains left already. She sat down on the bench waiting for the next train.

  Thirty minutes later, the train arrived at the station. She boarded the train and made her way to her new office. She walked up the flight of stairs and made her way to glass doors of Marks, Goldberg and Stein; one of the best legal firms in the country. Opening the door, she saw the receptionist, Cynthia. She rushed to the front desk and told her that she had a meeting with Goldberg. The receptionist checked the itinerary and then made a phone call.

  “Mr. Goldberg will see you in 15 minutes.” She then put the phone back on the receiver as asked her to take a seat until he was ready.

  The building was beautifully decorated. She saw the glass staircase leading to the main office. Italian furniture adorned the waiting room. The receptionist’s counter was made out of genuine marble. Expensive paintings hung on the wall. The ceilings were exquisitely painted and almost to resemble the works of the Sistine Chapel. The ambiance of the office created an air of sophistication and class yet produced a sense of professionalism. She had some second thoughts about moving here but somehow this felt right.

  “Mr. Goldberg will see you now,” Cynthia guided Chantal to his office.

  Chantal sat on the chair and waited on Mr. Goldberg. His office had a breathtaking view of the city. One could see the entire city from his windows. His office chairs were very comfortable. Slowly, she began daydreaming about her name being on the door one day until she was interrupted by the opening of the door.

  She stopped and stared at Mr. Goldberg who was strikingly handsome and confident. He was clean-cut and well-shaved and his muscles were covered by a well-tailored three piece Armani suit. His beautiful brown eyes and his boyish grin made her feel weak and powerless.

  “Hi, my name is Brian Goldberg and you must be Chantal Thomas. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook her hand and she felt something… strange. She felt the electricity course through her body. His handshake was strong and firm and she was just drawn to this man feeling that magnetism from just one touch. He was so laidback but so confident and powerful. The things she would do to this man. She wanted to own this man and make him her own.

  He made his way to his desk, sat down and crossed his legs. Chantal began undressing him with her eyes wanting to grab and to touch. She then remembered that this was her employer.

  “Mr. Goldberg, I am so sorry for being late. I was trying to be on time. I know you aren’t a man who appreciates mistakes but…”

  “Ms. Thomas, please no need to apologize. It’s fine. I understand. You’re still getting new to the city. We at Marks, Goldberg and Stein take the time to truly understand our clients and employees.”

  He fixed his tie and leaned back in his chair wondering if she had ever been with a white guy before. All he wanted to was to spank her big brown ass and spread her across his desk but he maintained his composure.

  Chantal loved powerful men and he was a powerhouse. Trying not to squirm around in her seat, she realized that she was so wet but she was used to working under pressure so she smiled and continued to listen to him.

  “I like you Ms. Thomas. You are the type of lawyer that we want at this firm. You graduated at the top of your class and won every case that you worked on. Also, you are competitive, confident, and ambitious and determined to succeed. Therefore, we are really glad you accepted our offer. We believe that soon enough, your name will be on the door and you will be one of us.”

  He smiled at her secretly wanting to slap that ass but maintained his smile and showed her out the door knowing that one day soon, he would have his way with her. Chantal smiled to herself and thought that she was finally in the right place.

  Chapter 3

  Rejection

  As soon as she reached home, she released a loud sigh. She thought of Mr. Goldberg ripping off her clothes, spreading her legs and taking her from behind and began to touch herself. She had to remove her panty which was completely soaked and stuck onto her. For a woman who loved being in control, this man intrigued her for she felt that he was her equal and she wanted him to dominate her for a change.

  Running her hands through her soft, curly hair, she sat down and tried to focus on the case; a merger between two companies but was too turned on to focus. Thoughts of his manhood inside of her throbbing and pulsating until she drowned him with her juices consumed her. She pushed the papers aside and headed to the bed, opened her nightstand pulled out a vibrator. It buzzed and made humming sound while she inserted it inside of her.

  Imagining that the mushroom shaped vibrator is her boss’s member, she moaned and worked it up and down inside of her made her cum even faster. She moaned as she thought of him pushing her up against the wall and entering her consumed with the thrusts, the sweating and biting. It was so intoxicating that the vibrator was completely soaked. She cleaned the vibrator, put it away and then fell asleep.

  She decided that she would seduce her boss although the consequences would be dire. But for a one man, she would risk it; for one man she was willing to throw it all away. Sexual tension brought her closer and closer to insanity. The need for her to be skin to skin, body to body and soul to soul with this man drove her insane and she knew she had to have him. Looking at herself confidently in the mirror, she knew she was curvy and beautiful.

  Slipping to a red lace bra and matching lace boy-sho
rts made her feel sexier and more powerful. She then put on a tight black pencil skirt and a tight white blouse and left her hair in a bun. She smirked at herself in the mirror knowing that she would have her way with him today.

  The day had passed. It was now 7 o’clock. Work was over but she decided to stay in the office to work on the merger case and analyze contracts. She then heard a slight door on her door.

  “Come in.”

  Mr. Goldberg entered the office. He stared at her clothes. He wanted to tear them off. “Ms. Thomas, what are you still doing here?”

  “I am just looking over these contracts. I could use some help.”

  “Sure, what’s the matter?”

  “I am not sure I understand this line,” she pushed her body against hers and her breasts heaved up and down. She batted her eyelashes at him and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She removed her hair from the bun. He looked up and stared for a moment but cleared his throat and regained his focus.

  “I do not know what you are doing but you should stop this instance,” he demanded. His gaze was fixed on the contracts in front of him.

  Such a ripping and stabbing within her as she never felt such a sting. She excused herself and headed to the bathroom unable to deal with this new feeling of rejection. Trying to look in the mirror, she could not face the shame.

  In that moment, she felt unattractive and humbled. She was too embarrassed to be around her boss. She had to leave so she pretended that she was not feeling well and left the office.

  Mr. Goldberg tried to get her to stay but his efforts were in vain. She packed up her files and left the building with apparent shame and her confidence crushed.

  Chapter 4

  The Building Tension

  Shame seemed to be present in each and every reflection. Hiding under covers currently seemed like a good idea. She then heard a knock on the door. Mr. Goldberg came over because she left in such a hurry that she left some papers at the office. He hugged her and brushed the hair from her face as he noticed she had been crying. His eyes then lowered noticing the black negligee and her unkempt hair. He loved vulnerable women as it made him rock hard. She then pushed him away remembering the state that she was in.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked.

  “I’m fine.” she lied. “I think you should leave. I do not want you to see me like this.” She covered up herself with a robe. She then pushed him out of the door and closed it. She decided to get back on the case and forget the night ever happened.

  After seeing her so vulnerable, Mr. Goldberg thought to himself that maybe he was wrong about her.

  The next day, she headed to work moderately dressed and well-covered from head to toe still ashamed of the last encounter with her boss. There was a knock on her office door.

  “Hi,” Mr. Goldberg came in and handed some files. He seemed concerned about her well-being. “Feeling better?”

  “Yes, it was just a little bug I guess.”

  He processed her answer and was not pleased. “Ms. Thomas, I know you are an excellent lawyer but please remember that I can also tell when someone is lying. I would like to speak with you,” then he checked his watch, “but I have a meeting now. Let’s talk about this later.” Looking down at her feet, she was now ashamed that he caught her in a lie.

  “I need you to work in the office tonight, so fix the face and continue working.” He then stormed out of her office.

  Time seemed to pass by quickly, then it was nighttime. She groaned, knowing not only would she have to work on an annoying case, but that she was going to be around a man who rejected her.

  “Are you ok?” he asked as he entered her office.

  “No, I’m not. Just stressed out by this case. The man is clearly innocent but something doesn’t feel right.”

  He crept up behind her and began to rub her shoulders. He whispered in her ear seductively.

  “Maybe, he seems innocent but the man is actually guilty.” She wasn’t sure why when he said that, she felt herself getting extremely wet.

  He then cleared his throat, “We should work on the case together. Everyone is innocent until proven guilty.” He stroked and nibbled on her ear. She was taken aback. “I thought that you didn’t want me.”

  He closed and locked the door. He walked back to her and faced her.

  “You seem like a woman who always gets what she wants,” He held her face and kissed her lips, “So I had to reject your initial advances. I had to see what you looked like when you were most vulnerable.” He said stroking her hair and propping her up on the table.

  “If you didn’t realize, I am a man who loves being in power and I love things to be that way. If I give you all the power,” he said as he hiked up her skirt, “then it wouldn’t be fun for either of us.” He caressed her thigh.

  “Since I can’t make this easy for you, you are going to learn the hard way.” She could tell from the bulge in his pants that she had a hell of a lesson to learn.

  “But this must be a secret. I like keeping my personal life very quiet. Maybe we can meet at my place tomorrow at this time, that is…. if we both can wait that long.” He stopped caressing her thigh, grabbed her ass and pulled down her skirt before putting her back into the chair. He kissed her cheek and left her office. She smiled and continued working on the case.

  Chapter 5

  The Encounter

  “I need to take you right here. Don’t think I can wait any more.” Tomorrow had finally arrived and it was nighttime and finally they were all alone. He entered her office and locked the door behind him and closed the blinds. He lifted her onto the table and pulled her legs open becoming even harder when he realized that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and her slit was dripping wet.

  He looked up at her moist pussy and said, “It’s so beautiful. I want to kiss it.” He went under her skirt and kissed it. Then he put his tongue on the lips rolling it around and tasting her juices. She moaned begging him to stop. He slapped her ass. “No! You are a big girl. You can handle it.”

  She felt herself submit with each and every lick until she exploded into his mouth and he smacked his lips. He reached up and unbuttoned her shirt and began squeezing and massaging her breasts. Her nipples hardened while he continued to taste her. She squirmed around longing for him to stop which he refused until she released into his mouth once more.

  He put her on the table, took her legs and lifted them off the table wrapping her legs around his neck and continued for the third time. Ripples of pleasure waxed and waned throughout her body. When she had been satisfied, he began to unzip his pants and rubbed himself from tip to the base and was getting harder and harder. He then grabbed her hand and said, “Play with it.”

  She began to handle him and his eyes rolled in the back of his head and he could feel the life within it constantly building up and he felt like he was going to explode as he was impressed and amazed by her skills.

  Before he came, he removed her hand and continued to rub it in his own hand. With the other, he flipped her over and forced her to bend over on the table. He saw her dripping wet slit from behind and wanted to release inside of it but he released on her ass instead and smacked it. He then wiped her ass then entered her from behind.

  His cock was already soaked by her sweet and tight cunt. She moaned loudly. Every cell in her body felt alive. The friction, the constant skin to skin contact drove her to insanity and she felt like she was floating. She was surprised by this man who filled her up like no other man did.

  “Give it to me harder!” she cried out.

  Speeding up, he became more forceful. Her big, round, juicy and irresistible ass jiggled with each and every thrust. He stopped the strokes for a second, opened his mouth and let his teeth gaze on her bottom before he bit her cheeks. She cried out as the bite connected and shot up her nerves and she continued to cry out as he began playing with her nipples and then slowly caressed her figure with one of his fingers.

  He then drew his thumb down to he
r moistened clit and rubbed it while he continued back inside of her getting even harder till her pussy was choking him and his motion was restricted. He then pulled her hair while he was thrusting in and out and up and down.

  “Ohh!You are so tight! Stop choking me with that tight pussy!” He grabbed her hips, intensifying each thrust and really putting himself into her. He always wanted to fuck a black girl so he was going to fuck the shit out of her.

  “You love taking this cock deep inside of your wet cunt, don’t you?”

  “Yes! Fuck me harder please!” She said as she threw herself back into each stroke. There was so much force and passion with each stroke that the ground was soaked with sweat and their juices. She rode him like a wild sex kitten in heat throwing her hips back and forth and in a circular motion grinding on his member.

  Her face was covered in pleasure and she was close to tears of joy and exploding on his member. He made her lie down on the floor on her stomach and spread her legs, pulling her hair and slowly entering her from behind, inch by inch letting her feel him deep within.