My Boyfriend's Boss: A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  CHAPTER TWO

  Jake

  I glanced around at the raging party in my apartment. It was cool. I’m a 35 year-old tech entrepreneur, worth more than you can possibly imagine. You know that thing called a “unicorn,” a start-up valued at over a billion dollars? Yeah, that’s what Sterling Pharmaceuticals was … until today. My baby went public this morning and now I’m officially a billionaire. One. Billion. Fucking. Dollars. Not a start-up mogul whose wealth is based on some wild and crazy VC estimate, but the real fucking thing.

  It wasn’t easy. I worked like a dog to get where I am today. Sleeping at the office, showering at the office, flaking on all other commitments until I got what I wanted. It was painful, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. My brothers and I had a ball, and besides girls love the flowing testosterone. Like bloodhounds they’re able to sniff out prey from a mile away, and my brothers and I are easy targets. We walk, talk, and bleed our work, and it doesn’t help that we’re handsome motherfuckers, with the characteristic Sterling dark hair and blue eyes.

  Because Sterling Pharma is a family biz. Sure, I’m the CEO, but my brother Matt runs the marketing side, Caleb is the technical whiz, and Cade is the finance guru. Our strategy was to maintain one hundred percent ownership, never ceding control to outsiders.

  And lo and behold, our little experiment worked. We’re now extraordinarily wealthy men, the kind who have all sorts of toys, gadgets, whatever money can buy. In fact, I’m thinking of purchasing a G5 soon. Why not? I travel frequently, and it’s always nicer to fly in on your own private jet.

  But first things first … the past month was a fucking whirlwind of meetings with bankers, lawyers, even those pricks at the SEC. Fuckers all wanted a piece of Sterling but that shit’s over for now and it’s time to party. I’d invited some friends to my place to chill, and could see that they’d invited a bunch of randoms. Now my pad was packed with gyrating partiers, some not a little drunk off their asses.

  I could see a group of super-hot girls shimmying in the living room, a particular blonde glancing my way now and then, giving me that come-hither glance. Hmm, not bad. She was lean and leggy, with good rhythm and a certain sluttiness that always comes through. But my eye was caught by a brunette in the corner, her back turned to me, a juicy derriere pointed my way. She looked decent, like an honest female, so much so that I was almost tempted to leave her alone.

  I said almost. But not quite.

  I strode over, aware that multiple female eyes trailed me. No worries. It’s not that often you meet a newly-minted billionaire.

  The brunette didn’t even sense me coming, she was so engrossed in conversation with a friend. I took the opportunity to look at her close-up. Yeah, exactly my type. Curvy, with ass and a juicy rack too, just the way I liked it. I could see that her skin was a creamy milk, the kind that begs to be devoured, and her hair was a glossy brown, curly and tucked behind her ears. Too bad she was wearing some shapeless thing, a big plaid lumberjack shirt that almost went down to her knees.

  She was murmuring something in a low voice to her friend, but the friend had since stopped paying attention and was looking at me with shock.

  “Um, Tina …,” was all the friend could manage. Tina, huh? Well, Tina finally noticed my shadow and spun around to see who’d barged in.

  Obviously, she had no idea who I was.

  “Can I help you?” she asked frostily. I noticed her eyes were a warm, caramel brown, belying the cool tone of her voice.

  “Hey,” I said with a knowing smile. I knew what would happen next. Girls can’t resist the Sterling charm and I expected the same from her too, the same coy “I want you but I don’t” act.

  But the brunette was steadfastly stubborn. “Is that a reply?” she said archly, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “Because if it was, I’m not sure there was a question.”

  Smart and sassy, huh? I loved her voice. The low tones were soothing to my ears, like a relaxing glass of wine amid the raucous din. I could feel the headache I’d developed melting away just from the sultry melody and the urge to pull her into my arms asap grew even stronger. But obviously, this wasn’t going to be an easy lay. I was going to have to charm her, really lay it on thick.

  “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I drawled. I heard a gasp, but it wasn’t from Tina. It was the friend, who unceremoniously shoved the brunette into my arms, those lush curves tumbling against me as she tripped and fell. The heat between our bodies was electric, the shock immediate. My dick lost its mind and punched out against my fly, painfully reminding me that I hadn’t been laid in months.

  I took the opportunity to sweep the brunette up in my arms, shouldering aside guests as I made my way to the terrace. Once outside, the snap of the San Francisco breeze bit us, almost painfully cold, so I turned her to stand in my lee, shielding the warm, curvy body from the worst of the elements.

  “Let me down!” she sputtered, not too gracefully, indignantly glaring up at me. Laughing, I did as she asked, letting her feel my masculine hardness as she slid against my body. As soon as her toes touched land, she backed away from me, but only a step, bumping into the balcony with her butt.

  “Careful sweetheart,” I murmured, drawing her close again. “It’s a long ways down from the penthouse.”

  She spun around to gaze off the terrace and shuddered, reflexively stepping back into my embrace. Hey, a thousand feet is a lot, and when there’s a strong San Francisco wind blowing at your back, I can see why you’d cling to the closest living thing that appears sturdy and warm.

  “Get me out of here,” she whispered, trembling. So the little girl was afraid of heights, yeah? Perfect way to press my advantage.

  “Before we go …” I said, my voice trailing off as I swooped in for a kiss. More like a mind-blowing assault on the brunette’s lips. Her pout was pink and perfect, like a rosebud waiting to blossom, and I couldn’t help but unwind and unleash. My tongue traced her lips before thrusting roughly into that sweet cavern, her startled reaction instinctive but quickly subdued as she melted in my arms. It was sweet, sensual … and about to get nasty if I had my way.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Tina

  He was domineering. Arrogant. And breathtakingly gorgeous. The man had to be at least six four, solid with muscle, pecs hard as he wrapped his brawny arms around me. I don’t know what exactly happened but somehow he jimmied a door open on the terrace and we were inside a bedroom. Not just any bedroom, but the most massive, opulent space I’d ever seen.

  Inside was a huge bed, upholstered in rich blue linen, the mahogany wood gleaming in the low light. Scattered throughout the room were priceless antiques, arranged on what looked to be equally expensive rugs, but I’m no expert. Besides, I had no time to study the furnishings. Instead, I was gazing at a massive, magnificent male form before me, one that I’d never seen the likes of.

  It’s not that I’m a prude, it’s just that I’m always outshone by my sisters, you know? It’s not just Jenna with the lithe, sinuous body and gleaming blonde hair. I also have two younger sisters, Callie and Karina, who are stunners in training. Even at sixteen I can tell they’re going to be a handful based on the number of breathless comments on their Instagram selfies.

  Plus, I’ve been so focused on my career that I don’t have a life. I’m at law school, but for all the right reasons. I love corporate finance and it sounds boring to most folks, but I’m looking to be a tax lawyer, someone who helps families and corporations best structure their investments to minimize their tax burden. Cayman Island shelters? Check. Reinsurers based in Bermuda? Check. If it’ll help my clients, then I’m on it.

  But it means that I’m up all night, hitting the books. Unfortunately, last night wasn’t an aberration. I really do study around the clock, pulling all nighters as needed, uncaring of the damage it does to my looks, my health, my psychological well-being. I need to get a job stet just to pay back the six figure loans I’ve taken on.

  So I was in shock, being in the
same room with this gorgeous man, given that my constant companions are usually weighty textbooks.

  “Um …” I stuttered. “Umm …”

  Reader, I wish I could say that I’d had the grace of a Cinderella waiting to break free inside, but I was just plain old me.

  The man wasn’t deterred though. With sinuous dexterity, he started unbuttoning his shirt, a massive bronzed chest coming into view. My mouth watered and I felt my knees go weak.

  “Ummm …” I stuttered again. Dammit! Why couldn’t I get my tongue untied? Maybe it was the sheer masculinity of the man before me, the fact that I was practically salivating looking at all that bronzed flesh.

  The man didn’t bother to answer. In a flash, his jeans were off and holy shit, if it wasn’t the biggest dong I’d ever seen. I gasped in reaction. I’ve never had sex before but I admit I’ve watched porn on my laptop and ohmygod, this guy had something that rivaled A-list stars. It punched out from his waist, the pole deep purple and riveting, veined and throbbing so hard it vibrated, heavy and hot, begging for my touch.

  Like a slave, I fell to my knees before the massive tool. My eyes were level with the shaft, and I cupped his balls in my hands before leaning forward to lick the tip of his glans with my tongue.

  The man let out a harsh, guttural moan, grasping the back of my head and winding his fingers through my hair.

  “That’s it little girl, taste my seed,” he growled, his face clenched in anticipation.

  I have to admit, I was already addicted to the slightly salty tang on my lips and watched with fascination as a bead of white formed at the tip of his pole, that sticky pre-cum alluring and 100% male. I leaned forward again, this time fastening my mouth around the head of his penis, sucking on his crown, savoring the taste of man milk as my hands gently massaged his balls.

  “Unnnf,” he groaned, throwing his head back, showing off a muscular, broad neck. God, this guy really was Adonis. I could see the ridges of his abs just inches from my face, and the heavy thighs were those of a man who worked out, not some paper-pushing nerd.

  My cheeks flared and I felt heat course through my body although I’d done nothing but take the smallest sip of his dick. Slowly, I edged my head forward so that I had one, then two inches of his shaft in my mouth, moving my lips up that velvety steel, savoring hardness encased in the softest skin.

  “Oh fuck,” the man growled, his blue eyes snapping open to stare at me. I knew I looked ridiculous, my hair a mess, in my shabbiest clothes as I knelt before him in supplication. Why oh why hadn’t I changed after that exam? I was literally wearing an outfit that I’d slept in.

  But he didn’t seem to care. He angled his hips to get deeper in my throat and I let out a cry of muffled shock as he pushed insistently against my soft palate, three, then four inches, moving down my esophagus. Swallowing madly, I tried to accommodate as best I could, my lips stretched as wide as they could go, a bit of drool forming at the corners of my mouth as I was forced to swallow this piece of man meat.

  Sensing my gag reflex, the man pulled out roughly and instead took his fuckpole in hand, softly rubbing it against my cheek. “Like that, little girl?” he smirked, leaving a trail of saliva and cum on my face.

  It should have been demeaning but it wasn’t. Instead, I nodded wordlessly, my eyes looking up at him, begging him to take me, to show me more of this nastiness.

  He pulled me up and slung me onto the bed where I landed with my legs askew, my boobs and ass bouncing all over the place. My expression was shocked, but he moved forward like a predator, effortlessly stripping me of my jeans, snapping my panties to show off my bare, shaved pussy.

  He paused a moment, his eyes glued to my pink slit.

  “Show it to me,” he growled.

  I paused, unsure what to do. Show my pussy? But clearly he could see it already.

  “Hold yourself open,” he added impatiently.

  Oh okay. Sliding two fingers down, I pulled my labia apart, tilting my knees up so that he could get a clear look into my snatch, the gleaming wetness steaming and liquid at once, a bead running down my slit to drop wetly onto the duvet.

  With a growl, he was between my knees, licking my femaleness, tasting the essence of my core. I literally screamed with pleasure, having never felt a man there before, much less a man’s tongue on my most private place. He lapped a few times before patting my pussy, pushing a thumb deep inside before drawing back in surprise. He’d tested my body and immediately realized my secret.

  “Fuck, you’re a virgin,” he breathed, looking at me with new eyes. “Didn’t know those existed in San Francisco anymore.”

  Yes, I was still untouched at twenty-five, and embarrassed to be, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to pull my knees closed. But the man wouldn’t let me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, just most of the girls I’ve banged have done the whole block and then some,” he muttered disbelievingly, more to himself than me.

  But the realization only added fuel to the fire. “I need to be in you,” he said, streaks of color high on his bronzed cheeks. “The fact that you’re untouched … fuck, it’s unfucking unbelievable,” he growled.

  And with that he was between my knees, ripping my plaid shirt off before seizing my mouth in the deepest, most sensual kiss I’d ever experienced. Like a master, he commanded my body, overwhelming me with his power, his tongue in my mouth as his dick probed my most secret space. With a slight push, the head of his shaft found my hole and entered my steaming cunny, my walls seizing on his fuckpole as if it were the greatest gift to womankind.

  “Uhhhh!” I squealed into his mouth. “Uhhh!”

  “Hold still baby girl,” he breathed in my ear. “It gets better, I promise.”

  With that, he shifted his hips forward, my pussy fucked all the way, his shaft lodged deep inside my cunt. I froze as pain ripped through my body, but it dissipated almost immediately and I began moving sinuously beneath him, enveloping him in my warmth, sheathing the pole of steel in my hot, moist channel.

  “That’s it baby,” he breathed between gritted teeth, trying to hold still as I adjusted beneath him. “Let your pussy feel,” he ground out.

  And slowly, as I began to relax, he moved. Just centimeters at first, letting me get used to the feel of my first dick, letting me savor my first time tasting a penis. And reader, it was amazing. The shaft in me was huge, splitting me in two, pinning me to the bed as his weight pushed up up up. But my cunny felt so good, so womanly, that my female juices ran like a waterfall and I ground against him, telling him silently that I wanted more.

  “You like, yeah?” he grunted appreciatively and picked up the pace, thrusting that steel deeper into my wet snatch. My pink stretched and I cried out, my gasp captured in his mouth, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more demanding as my cunt wrapped around him, the flesh warm and welcoming, accommodating that hot fuckpole.

  He grew rigid in my arms, his breathing hot in my ear. The rhythm of his penetration grew ever more insistent, harder, rougher, faster as he sought release. The man’s body stiffened suddenly, his face harsh and insistent, his biceps bulging and tense.

  “Baby,” he growled, “It’s fucking come … FUCK!” he roared as his dick pulsed, throbbing in my box, spraying my cunt with fertile, white semen. I could feel hot spurts gush against my insides, my pussy contracting in orgasm, sucking that precious juice deeper into my vag, coating my ovaries as I fucked him back, letting my body go, losing myself in the moment.

  It was so wonderful that I allowed myself to relax for a moment, the man’s breath harsh in my ear. I stroked that big back, savoring the heavy, packed muscle and tried not to think about what I’d just done. But reality overcame me because I’d just fucked a stranger … with no protection.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jake

  “Jakey,” the voice shrilled. “Time to go … NOW.” The blonde’s tone was more than a little annoying but I put up with it. After all, Jenna’s hot. She’s in law school, absolutely fucking go
rgeous, and any guy would die to be in bed with her.

  But I’m the guy who got her, the one who swept her off her feet. Or I should say, she swept me off mine. One day, we were sort-of dating and the next we were engaged, with a ring on her finger and the whole shebang. I still have no idea what the fuck happened. I guess I just went with what was easy and convenient, which has left me up shit creek.

  I shook my head again ruefully. My life had been a whirlwind after the IPO party. After that incredible session with Tina, I got up to clean myself off. In the bathroom, I’d slapped some cold water in my face and studied myself in the mirror. Same as always, blue eyes, black hair, muscled chest, but my dick was coated in her female wetness, shiny and glossy with a mix of vag juices and cum.

  Fuck! I thought mentally, staring at my deep purple member like it wasn’t mine. Fuck fuck fuck! I hadn’t used protection – with a virgin, no less. I’ve been careless in the past before but still … fuck this shit, diseases were everywhere.

  I swore out loud again and got out a pack of condoms, slapping them down next to the sink before jumping in the shower. I was pissed but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to go for round two, or three or four, with the brunette. A hot box is a hot box, and she had one of the steamiest cunts I’d ever tasted … not to mention the fact that she was untouched. I couldn’t wait to sample that wet pink again, and I wanted her to drain me to my last drop, leaving me a destitute man.

  But when I stepped back into the bedroom, the bed was empty. The cavernous space was like a giant white jail cell, the walls closing in on me without her warmth, those bouncy brown curls, the way she moaned into my mouth as she came. What the fuck? What woman disappears after a hot lay?