My Boyfriend's Boss: A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  “Imagine,” she breathed. “Zelda Fitzgerald might have fixed her hair using this very mirror!”

  I was taken aback. Most gold-diggers weren’t exactly well-read, so her genuine interest in the Fitzgeralds was jarring. But I shook myself again, reminding me that she was a master manipulator, and could feign interest in anything if it meant getting her paws on money.

  But her curvy figure moving so close to the bed tempted me, I have to admit. The four poster was right behind her, and I almost threw her on the mattress right then and there, with an insatiable need to bury myself in her curves, surround myself in her female essence.

  But I clamped down on my raging libido and instead led her to another room. Throwing open the grand oak doors, she walked into a very different suite, this one masculine, with heavy wood furniture.

  “Is this another Fitzgerald room?” she asked playfully. “I know husbands and wives often had their own rooms in the early twentieth century,” she said, trailing her hand over the bureau.

  “No, it’s my bedroom,” I ground out. Trina came to a sudden halt, her eyes flashing at me from across the room.

  “Why am I here?” she asked softly. “Why are you showing me your private space?”

  I was next to her in an instant, my big arms drawing her softness against me.

  “Because Little One, I intend on tasting you tonight,” I rumbled into her ear.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Becca

  Every thought flew out of my mind, leaving it curiously blank. This was a new sensation for me. Usually I was the intellectual sister, thinking things over a million times, ruminating until the issue was just dog-eared scraps. But the big man overwhelmed me. He was so gorgeous, so imposing, that I felt myself melting into his arms, leaning back and letting myself relax.

  He really was the stuff of fantasies. Rich, handsome, with a palatial home, and a body that would look as good in a tux as it would surf shorts. I mentally berated myself. I’d always thought Trina was playing with fire, flirting with patrons on the job. But here I was, doing the exact same thing. I was the hired help, swooning in the client’s arms.

  I let myself pretend for a moment. Pretend that I had a future with Prince Charming, that I wasn’t some one night stand he’d picked up on a whim. That I was the Cinderella whose coach would remain a coach, and not turn into a pumpkin at midnight.

  But I knew it couldn’t be true. I pulled away reluctantly and said, “Hey, thanks so much for showing me around your place, but I really should be getting back.”

  He trailed hot kisses up the column of my throat and I felt my spine melting, seamlessly melding against his massive chest.

  “Why not enjoy yourself a bit?” he said gruffly, his hands skimming up the sides of my waist. “You’re wound so tightly, just let yourself go,” he said persuasively.

  I leaned back again, breathing deep of his masculine scent. God, he smelled so good! It was all spice and musk, one hundred percent man. But I dragged myself back to reality reluctantly.

  “I can’t,” I said. “I don’t mean anything to you. I’m just another girl,” I said softly.

  He stilled for a moment, but then started nibbling my earlobe, persuasively licking that sensitive flesh behind my ear.

  “We don’t really know each other, that’s true,” he said diplomatically. “But just one night,” he coaxed, growling softly in my ear. “What’s the harm of that?”

  The harm was that I might never forget, that my encounter with Prince Charming might stay with me for years to come, ruining me for any real relationship. But at the same time, I was torn. I hadn’t been on a date in a year, much less a serious relationship. My body was singing at the nearness of this man, positively tingling from head to toe, and I felt myself melt again, giving in, turning my head to return his kiss.

  “Okay,” I whispered into his mouth. “Just one night.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Dominic

  As soon as she said “just one night,” I seized her lips, intending to plunder their plush juiciness. But the kiss became softer, deep and meaningful. I lightly skimmed her lips before gently running my tongue over the seam of her mouth, questing, savoring the taste of this woman.

  With a soft moan, she opened for me, letting me taste her fully. She was ambrosia, honey to my body, and I felt myself hardening, stiffening, even as I tried to stay gentle, my mouth on hers subtly asking permission.

  The girl wound her arms around me, deepening the kiss, and I took that as my okay. My hands began a thorough sweep over her body, cupping those luscious breasts, running down her tummy until I felt the hot vee through her ridiculous maid’s outfit. Why they made the girls wear these, I had no idea, unless they were purposefully trying to pimp out their staff.

  My hands traced her thighs, that sleek softness, and she let out a mewl as I trailed closer to her heat. Flipping up the frilly white apron, I let my fingers rest gently against her mound, lightly pressing against the fullness there.

  “All good?” I rumbled roughly into her ear.

  Wordlessly, she nodded, pressing close to me, and I began moving my fingers, teasing her through her satiny panties. She was full and engorged, with a light drop of moisture, and as I rubbed, I could feel that heat building, the moistness becoming humid and steamy. Growling in my throat, I swept her panties to the side and let my fingers trail directly over her soft flesh, massaging the slick folds. She creamed a bit in my hand, gasping softly in my ear, and I thought I was going to come right there. I’d never had a woman so responsive, so natural, clinging sweetly to me as I played with her pussy, her body silently begging for more.

  With a growl, I pulled down the décolletage of the little black dress and fastened my mouth to a nipple. Her mounds were creamy and full, at least Double D’s, and I found myself savoring the lusciousness of this girl. I’d dated my share of anorexic model-types, and Trina’s plushness was a welcome, much-needed change. I loved having flesh to mold and squeeze, enjoying the womanliness of her figure, the way that her breasts trembled and swung as I suckled deeply, rolling her puffy nipples in my mouth.

  “Oh!” she cried above me, her head tipping back to reveal the perfect white column of her throat. The simultaneous stimulation at her breast and pussy was causing her to jerk slightly, and I could tell orgasm was only a few seconds away.

  “Come,” I urged. “Come on my hand, let yourself go, little one.”

  As if on cue, an orgasm rolled through her body, her figure shaking as the waves crested and peaked, causing her to jerk stiffly and cry out before leaving her trembling and soft in my arms. Her cunny was sweetly damp on my fingers, her juices rolling down my wrist, and I lifted my hand to my mouth for a taste.

  Looking her straight in the eye, I licked my digits one by one, savoring her ambrosia. She was pure nectar, her womanly liquids sweet and tangy at once.

  “You’re gorgeous and tasty,” I complimented, whispering in her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Wordlessly, she parted her thighs slightly, as if granting me access. That was all the encouragement I needed. I unzipped my tux pants and my member popped out, hot and full, stiff to the touch. She gasped before reaching forward with her hand, ready to stroke, but I couldn’t wait.

  “Not now, little one,” I rumbled. “Later,” I promised.

  I needed to be in her, stet, and lifted her ass up slightly, my hands under those plush, gorgeous cheeks. I balanced her hole over the tip of my dick and probed a bit, letting my penis rub her slick clit a few times, before slowly lowering her onto my shaft.

  “Ohhh,” she breathed, her warm flesh engulfing me.

  Fuck, she was so hot, so tight, that I could barely contain myself. I grunted, fighting the urge to take her hard because the beautiful girl deserved more. Slowly, I moved her up and down my shaft, cushioning her ass as she adjusted to my massive size. She mewled slightly in my arms, her breasts crushed against my chest as her pussy slid sweetly over my cock.

 
; “Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re so tight and hot. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”

  Immediately, I mentally cursed myself. Of course she wasn’t a virgin! She was a slut who’d been fucking my brother Caleb.

  But Trina flushed beautifully, and whispered in my ear. “No, I’m not a virgin,” she breathed. “I think you’re just really big.”

  If there were ever words to turn a man into a raging beast, those were it, and I began fucking her in earnest. My hands gripped her waist as I held her immobile, my hips pistoning against her sweet flesh, my cock pushing deep into her folds as I moved up and down like a machine.

  “Oh!” she cried sweetly, her juices running hot and heavy.

  Meanwhile, my balls were beginning to tighten and lift, and I knew orgasm was imminent. With a mighty roar, I pumped hard a few more times and the white spurted into her, coating her sweet pussy with semen. I could feel the hot liquid pulsing through my shaft as I came, shooting man juice into that tight, hot cunt.

  “Oh!” she screamed as her pussy began jerking on my cock, her own orgasm rolling over her. I felt her snatch tighten and spasm, pulling my man milk deep into her body, ropes of it squirting hotly into her inner channel. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she briefly lost consciousness, the fucking so good, so true that it put the girl out.

  When she came to a few seconds later, I was nibbling at her lips, holding her body close against mine, my dick still buried in her.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered shyly into my ear. “I’ve never felt so good before.”

  I chuckled. “That’s good, little one, because I intend on keeping you here all night,” I growled, as I lowered her to the bed.

  She gave me a sweet smile, squeezing her cunny on my dick, and kissed me deeply as we fell into a bottomless well of pleasure again.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Becca

  Slowly, I tiptoed around the big room, looking for various parts of my uniform. I couldn’t afford to lose even one piece, as we were hard up for cash. Let me rephrase that – I knew Trina couldn’t afford to lose even one piece, because she was always borrowing money from me.

  As I searched for my panties and that damned maid’s cap, I let myself look once again at the big man slumbering peacefully in the bed. He was gorgeous, his body massive and solid, a veritable wall of flesh pressed against me most of the night.

  Well, most of the night when he wasn’t in me. He’d made me come so many times that I’d lost count, my body limp and lifeless, like a rag doll after my fifth or sixth orgasm.

  “Stop!” I’d breathed when I felt his hand questing near my cunny again. “I can’t!” I’d protested.

  “Oh yes you can, little one,” he’d rumbled into my ear, his hand finding my love button unerringly. “You will,” he promised.

  And he’d been right. We’d made love most of the night, only stopping a few hours before dawn to drop into a deep, dreamless sleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Surprisingly, he’d wanted to hold me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he cuddled me close, wrapping his bulk around my womanly frame.

  With a satisfied grunt, he’d fallen asleep right away, a heavy muscular arm draped over my waist and a thick thigh pressed between my legs.

  This wasn’t the way most one night stands ended, right? Usually someone got kicked out in the wee hours of the morn? I knew it was me, and I wanted to escape before dawn, avoiding any awkward conversation.

  Of course, no such luck.

  “Whatcha doing, little one?” came a deep voice as I peered under the bed. Shit! He’d woken up.

  “Um …” I fumbled as my cheeks reddened. “Looking for my underwear.”

  He gave out a loud snort of laughter, looking absolutely adorable with his mussed hair, his green eyes surprisingly candid and friendly in the light of day.

  “Well, where are you going, Trina?” he asked gently.

  “I, um, have to get to school,” I fibbed.

  “In that outfit?” he asked, an eyebrow arched as he looked over the French maid uniform.

  “I’m going to go home and change first,” I stated. The truth was, I was already late for my job at the TV station, and my pay was going to be docked.

  “A pretty girl like you doesn’t need to go to school,” he said silkily. “You must have plenty of suitors.”

  I paused. The air had shifted subtly. “Um, well I have exams, and like I said last night, I’m not dating anyone,” I repeated. “Not that I’m asking you to date me,” I rushed on. “I’m just really busy that’s all.”

  His eyebrows almost flew off his forehead.

  “Not dating anyone, huh?” he repeated slowly, a cloud descending over his eyes. His face lost any semblance of friendliness, becoming a hard, unyielding mask. “Give it up Trina, I know you’re a liar.”

  Now it was my turn to gape in surprise. “Lying about what?” Okay, I had been lying about a lot of things, including my identity, but I just needed to get out of here asap. “Never mind, I have to go,” I said, dropping the search for my underwear. It was useless. Trina was going to have to buy a new maid’s cap.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” the big man ground out. “I know everything about you.”

  What? This made no sense at all. This was like my worst nightmare come true, Prince Charming changing into an ogre right before my eyes. Quickly gathering my stuff, I didn’t reply and began heading for the door, my head ducked low.

  But not so fast. The big man was like a panther and blocked the exit, his huge, naked body a wall that I had to pass through.

  “I need to leave,” I stated firmly. “Right now.”

  “I need to leave,” he jeered, repeating my words. “Forget it slut! I know you’re a gold-digger, Trina, I just needed to prove it. And now that I have my proof, you can kiss Caleb goodbye,” he growled. “Kiss that diamond ring goodbye too,” he sneered.

  What the? What role did Caleb have in this?

  “Who are you?” I asked slowly. “How do you know Caleb?”

  “Your act is getting old,” he said coldly. “I’m Dominic, Caleb’s older brother. I always knew you were a tramp interested only in his money. You conveniently forgot all about your fiancé last night as soon as a richer man came along.”

  My hand flew to my mouth. This couldn’t be happening. Caleb’s older brother had organized a sting to prove my sister was a gold-digging whore? This mistaken identity thing had gotten out of hand.

  “I’m not Trina,” I said slowly. “Let me explain. I’m her twin sister.”

  “Whatever,” he jeered. “The old twin excuse? You’re not even imaginative. You’re a redhead working Trina’s shift with a badge that says Trina,” he said, nodding at my nameplate. “You are Trina.”

  “No, I’m not,” I said, shaking my head frantically. “My twin couldn’t make her shift, so she asked me to fill in last minute,” I rushed. “I’m Becca, her older sister.”

  “Please, bitch,” he ground out. “You can’t stop lying, can you? You’re a lying, gold-digging whore, who can’t keep her legs closed.”

  I didn’t have to take this. I charged the door, thinking he’d step out of the way, but just ended up running into his massive, naked bulk. His arms encircled me, holding me captive as I struggled furiously.

  “Let me go!” I screamed, my legs kicking out wildly, hitting home on one of his shins.

  “Oof!” he grunted. “Not so fast, bitch. You think I’m going to let you run off to Caleb and make up some sob story? I’m locking you away, and when Caleb realizes his fiancée was nothing but a lying, scheming whore, he’ll drop you like the garbage you are,” he rumbled.

  “This is kidnap!” I screamed, my arms and legs flailing wildly. “You can’t do this!”

  “Oh yeah?” he asked. “And who’s going to stop me? I had my PI check you out and you’re an orphan. No one’s going to even notice that you’re gone!”

  “My sister will notice!” I screeched. “Trina will call the cops
as soon as she realizes I’m missing.”

  “STOP!” he roared. “Stop lying! This twin sister bullshit is getting old. Just shut up, no one’s every going to find you where we’re going.”

  The enormity of the situation overtook me, and I fainted.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Becca

  When I came to, I was strapped into the seat of a private plane. The chair was buttery soft, the leather a luxurious calfskin and Dominic sat across from me, eyeing me warily.

  “Welcome back to earth,” he said dryly.

  I slipped off my seatbelt in a flash and darted down the aisle of the cabin. But there was nowhere to go. We were in a small aircraft, the only passengers on a private plane.

  I glared at Dominic from the aisle, my arms crossed. “You can’t kidnap me,” I said stubbornly.

  “Oh yeah?” he drawled. “I already have, Trina.”

  “And I’m not Trina!” I exclaimed again. “You have the wrong person!”

  He just shook his head this time, looking out the window. “Your excuses are getting old,” he said wearily. “We’ll be there in half an hour.”

  I sat down, refusing to speak to him anymore, figuring I’d make my escape when we got to the island.

  Fortunately, he didn’t try to talk to me either, and we sat in silence. I was acutely aware of his bulk across from me, that imposing frame that seemed to take up so much space, making me tingle even after all that had passed. Cursing myself, I resolutely turned towards the window as we began our descent.

  The view was amazing. We were pulling towards a beach, the sandy shore surrounded by an azure blue sea, so clear that coral reefs were visible even from the height of the plane. The island looked so clean, so pure and white, that I was almost sorry that I’d be leaving so quickly.

  “The island’s name is Koh-i-Noor,” Dominic stated.

  I looked at him with amazement. “You gave the island an Arabic name? Like the diamond?” I asked.