Fighting for Her

by Amy Brent

  “Fine by me,” I said. I set the rubber ball on the table in front of Henry. “Here, you might need that.” I held out a hand to the feds. “Officers, take him away.”

  “We’ll need you to come down and speak with us as well, Mr. Wright,” the SEC woman said, handing me her card. “We have no reason to suspect that you were involved in anything inappropriate, but you’ll probably want to bring an attorney along just in case.”

  “I’ll have my attorney set an appointment for Monday,” I said, slipping the card into the back pocket of my ratty jeans. “I have something extremely important to take care of first.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY: Candice

  After getting unceremoniously fired and escorted from the building on Monday morning, I immediately tried to call Tanner, but found that he had blocked my number from calling his phone.

  I immediately knew that something was wrong.

  Tanner might have put on the bad boy billionaire persona to everyone else, but to me, he was just Tanner, the amazing man that I couldn’t stop thinking about. The man that made passionate, sweet love to me and in whose arms, I fell asleep every night.

  There was no way I was just a fling.

  I knew it in my heart.

  There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind that Tanner cared deeply for me.

  And I cared just as deeply – if not more -- for him.

  I could feel it in my bones.

  I flagged down a cab and climbed into the back and gave the driver my home address. I tried Tanner’s phone again with the same result.

  The little electronic voice told me to fuck off, my number had been blocked.

  The voice was wrong.

  Tanner would not block my calls.

  Something else was going on.

  My suspicious mind went into overdrive. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Henry Costas was the one keeping us apart. He had blocked me from calling Tanner’s phone. He had ordered Stan to fire me.

  But why?

  How was I a threat to him?

  You’re not a threat to him, the little voice said.

  It’s your relationship with Tanner that’s the threat.

  Henry Costas, you slimy douchebag cocksucker.

  I’d had red flags waving in my mind since the moment I met him…

  Little red flags waving in the air…

  Little numbers flying by…

  I slid open the contact for Ruth Bennett and called her office. “Ruth Bennett, please. Yes, it’s Candice Carlson.” Happy hold music filled my ear for a moment, then Ruth’s cheerful voice came on the line.

  “Candice? Hi, what’s up?”

  “Ruth, I may have a problem” I said. “And I need your help.

  CHAPTER TWENTY: Candice

  “Yes, mom. No, mom. I know mom. No, I haven’t found a job. Because I haven’t looked. Mom, it’s only been four days since they fired me. I know. I should sue. I know. You warned me about men. I know. You told me so. Yes, you did.”

  My phone was on the bathroom counter and I had the Bluetooth thingamabob in my ear. It was Friday night in one of the biggest cities on the planet, and there I was in my bra and panties, shaving my legs in the bathroom sink.

  I know, it was sad, the things you did when you were an unemployed, unattached, single girl in the big city.

  You shave your fucking legs in the bathroom sink, you eat a gallon of Haagen-Dazs chocolate chip ice cream, and you cry yourself to sleep watching a rerun of Bridget Jones Diary on cable.

  I tapped the soap off the razor and picked up a towel to dry my leg. The call waiting tone pinged in my ear. Thank god, a reason to get off the phone with my mother.

  “Mom, that’s someone calling. No, I don’t know who it is. Mom, if you’ll let me hang up I’ll find out who it is. Okay, love you to. Kisses to daddy.”

  I tapped the little button on the Bluetooth without looking at the caller ID on my phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi,” Tanner’s voice breezed softly in my ear.

  “Hi yourself,” I said with a sigh. I put a hand over my heart to keep it from pounding through my chest. I lowered myself onto the toilet. My legs were shaking. I didn’t think I could stand.

  I asked, “How are you?”

  “I’m fine. How are you?”

  I struggled to keep the tears at bay. “I’m okay. I heard about Costas being arrested. I’m sorry if I killed your deal. I had to protect you. I hope you understand that.”

  “I can forgive you if you can forgive me,” he said. “I was a fool to listen to Henry. I was a fool to let him keep you from me. I won’t ever let anyone keep me from you again.”

  The tears began to flow despite my best efforts to keep them locked away.

  He asked, “Can I see you?”

  I asked, “Yes, where are you.”

  He said, “In the hallway outside your door.”

  EPILOG: Candice

  Six months later…

  I stood at the bathroom sink, wiping steam off the mirror with the back of my hand. My long hair was wrapped in a towel. My naked body was covered with little beads of water that ran down between my breasts and sluiced through my short pubic hair to my clit.

  Tanner appeared behind me, naked, wet, hard and ready. He wrapped his arms around me and cupped my breasts in his palms. He began to gently massage my breasts. He brushed his fingers over my nipples. They never failed to snap to attention at the touch of his fingers or lips.

  His hot mouth was on my neck. I leaned my head to the side and moaned as he nibbled his way to my ear. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back as he pulled me against him.

  He moved his hips to slide the shaft up and down against the wet crack of my ass. I could feel his balls mashing into me. I could feel the hot juices pooling in my pussy in anticipation of his cock impaling me. I could feel the juice running down the inside of my thigh and thought, what a waste.

  Tanner’s hands slid down my body and found my clit hard and ready beneath the hood. He rolled my clit between his thumbs and slid his fingers into my folds, working his fingers back and forth, soaking them with my juices.

  I reached around and took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. I gently massaged his balls and tugged on his cock. He moaned in my ear.

  “I love you,” he sighed.

  I opened my eyes to find him staring at me in the mirror.

  “I love you, too,” I said.

  “You do?” he said.

  “I do.”

  “Show me.”

  I turned to face him. He pressed his lips to mine as my hand slowly stroked his cocked. Our tongues dueled like angry snakes. I rubbed the underside of the head of his cock on my belly, leaving a trail of his salty juice on my skin.

  Tanner put his hands under my arms and lifted me onto the sink. With my ass on the edge of the counter, I spread my legs for him and he moved in closer. He hooked his arms under my knees to support my legs and ass. I took his cock in my hand and guided him into me. The head slid inside me and we both smiled.

  I braced my palms on the counter top. With his arms under my legs, he lifted my ass off the counter and slid fully into me in one thrust. It pushed the breath from my lungs and made me gasp in the most glorious way.

  Tanner slid his cock in and out of me, slowly at first, then a little faster, then a little faster still. His cock and balls were quickly covered in glistening juice that filled the air with the tangy aroma of sex.

  We both looked down to watch ourselves fuck. I loved to see his cock sliding in and out of me. He loved to watch my pussy lips grab and hold onto his cock as it slid past them.

  This was our favorite position because it gave both of us an amazing view of our carnal connection. It was almost like watching your own porno, only better.

  Tanner thrust into me and a shudder quaked through my body.

  He was pounding into me faster now, harder.

  The slap of our flesh joined the sound of our heavy breath
ing.

  I glanced up at Tanner. Every muscle in his body was flexing.

  His head was back.

  His teeth were clenched.

  His eyes were closed.

  He breathed through his nostrils like an angry bull.

  “I’m… cumming…” he moaned. “Come… with me…”

  I closed my eyes and joined him for the ride.

  A few more deep thrusts and Tanner pushed his cock into me as far as it would go and growled as he came.

  As he filled me with his hot cum, my own orgasm hit.

  I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut and felt my entire body shake as the orgasm overtook me and sent me over the moon.

  When I was over, we opened our eyes and looked down.

  We were a hot mess.

  And we wouldn’t have had it any other way.

  Boss Me Please

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  There isn’t a single part of her that belongs to my world. Still, every single part of me wants her.

  Money and image. Those are the two guiding principles of a billionaire’s life and the cornerstones of the amazing life I built for myself.

  After twenty years working my ass off, I had everything I had ever wanted. The billion-dollar empire, a gorgeous heiress at my back and call, and every luxury my heart desired. The only problem is that I found something I want more.

  Grace Taylor.

  Between drunken mistakes, broken promises and a lot of heartbreak, two questions remain. Could I give everything up for love? And, will she accept me if I do?

  I guess we’re about to find out.

  Grace

  At night, the office was a ghost town. During the day, however, it was a colorful ecosystem filled with inside jokes, efficiency and the delicious scent of coffee. As much as I liked being a part of that environment, I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed the darkness and silence a lot more. The office after hours was my domain, one I was happy to share with only one other person.

  I looked at the other size of the hall where the door to Fletcher’s office was. I wasn’t sure if it was because he loved what he did or because he hated going home, but either way, Fletcher Cox loved working late.

  The idea of spending a million dollars in an apartment you only ever used for sleep was one I couldn’t fully comprehend—probably because I wasn’t filthy rich like Fletcher—but that was my boss’s reality. He had the dream home, the sizable staff and every luxury in the world, and still, he spent every waking moment of every day sitting at his office desk chair. What a waste.

  “Grace.” His voice was muffled through the closed door, but it still made little butterflies flutter inside my stomach.

  Quickly, I got up and made my way to his office. Even though I knew he wanted me in there, I knocked before I opened the door and popped my head in.

  “What can I do for you, Mr. Cox?”

  Fletcher stood next to the dark bookcase at the corner with a tumbler containing his usual three fingers of whiskey in his hand. It was that kind of night and, because I was weak and stupid, my lips curled into a happy smile.

  As per usual, he waved a hand at me. “Fletcher. Please. We’re not working anymore, are we?”

  He wasn’t working. I still was. As his personal assistant, I wouldn’t stop working until he left the office. I thought about reminding him of that, but my lust made me decide against it. Although I knew it was wrong and pointless, in late nights like these, when Fletcher was drinking and asked me to call him by his given name, I wanted him to forget that I was his employee. Things always got fun and exciting when he did.

  “I guess we’re not,” I said in an agreeable tone that made him smirk.

  He smiled back at me. “Good, Gracie.”

  The pet name made me pull in a sharp breath. I glanced down at the glass he was holding and knew it wasn’t his first of the night. Although he could hold his liquor better than most people I knew, his words were just a little t.oo sloppy around the edges and he was sweet to me. That only ever happened when he was hammered.

  Even though I knew it was the booze talking, I couldn’t help but swoon just a little. In all my twenty-six years, I had never met a man as ridiculously gorgeous as Fletcher Cox.

  His messy, light hair had recently started graying at the sides, but it looked good on him; like highlights from too much time in the sun. His square jaw was lightly dusted with a carefully manicured stubble that called your attention to his straight nose and those perfectly kissable lips. His fit body was draped in a navy, tailor-made suit that matched his eyes. He was everything I had always wanted but knew would never have—at least not when he was sober.

  “Why are you here so late?” he asked as he approached me.

  The smell of his cologne mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol made my head swim in the best possible way.

  “I’m here in case you needed something, sir.”

  His eyes slid down my body, and I could feel every part of it like he was touching me with his stare. The hungry intensity of his glance would have made any other employee turn around, run away and file a sexual harassment suit against him. However, I was no ordinary employee.

  I was the pathetic kind who had a crush on her boss and would do just about anything for even a second of his drunken attention. I literally hated myself for it, but I could never hate him.

  “In case I need something.” The words tumbled out of his mouth as an afterthought. He pulled a deep breath through his open lips and said, “This dress looks great on you.”

  Suddenly very aware of what I was wearing, I looked down at my royal blue dress. It was a simple wrap number that emphasized my curves, cleavage, and the dark chocolate hue of my skin. Although I had had it for years, this was the first time I actually appreciated how I looked in it.

  When I looked back up at Fletcher, I saw that his eyes were lingering in my cleavage. Without even thinking, I inflated my chest, pushing my boobs out in his direction. His lips curled up in appreciation.

  These were the nights I lived for. The ones when reality fell away, and it was just him and me. It was like everything was colored in a different light, and the possibilities were endless.

  Fletcher stepped even closer to me, and the smell of his cologne made me dizzy. There was something dark that lurked underneath his scent, something sexy and dangerous that only came out when he drank. Deep down, I knew I should have stepped away. It was the appropriate thing to do, after all. However, I didn’t. I wanted the inappropriate, the dangerous, the forbidden. But above all, I wanted him.

  Slowly and sexy as usual, Fletcher lifted his hand and ran a finger down my cheek. It was a seemingly innocent gesture, but we both knew it was anything but. His eyes and the touch itself were so full of lust it left a trail of fire in its wake.

  With my heart violently pounding in my chest, I closed my eyes and imagined that our circumstances were different. I pretended that he wasn’t twenty years my senior, a billionaire, the owner of the company I worked for, and completely out of my reach. No, in my mind he was an Adonis sent from the heavens to rescue me, and holy shit was I a woman in distress.

  As my eyes opened again, Fletcher’s face was so close to mine I could see the light freckles on his nose—the ones that only appeared after he went on a holiday to the Caribbean last year. His breath smelled like whiskey and something that reminded me of despair. The fingers of the hand he had on my cheek stroked my skin lightly, as our eyes locked in a heated gaze.

  Like so many times before, I closed my eyes and waited as his face inched closer and closer to mine. Immediately, I was sucked back into the bubble that we created whenever it was just the two of us alone in the office.

  Kissing Fletcher was like waking up when I’d been asleep for so long. Whenever our mouths connected, everything felt different, looked different, smelled different. It was as if life and all the heartbreak it entitles was finally worth it.

  As I waited for his lips to touch mi
ne as I knew they eventually would, my mind bounced around, going to all the fantasies I’d created around him. In that short moment when everything seemed possible, I pictured Fletcher pushing me onto the desk. In my mind, I saw the stationary falling to the ground as he pushed my skirt up and kissed me like he meant it. I imagined the grit of his beard scratching the soft skin of my face as his hands explored my body. I ached for his touch so much that my back arched and my breath caught at that simple fantasy.

  Wetness pooled between my legs as I felt the warmth of his skin approaching my face. Then, just as his mouth grazed mine, the phone rang, and everything stopped. My delicious fantasy died, and Fletcher stepped away from me like he was flammable and I was fire.

  “I think you should get that,” he said, filling my body with dread.

  I swallowed hard as my body refused to return to the real world. Tears threatened to fill my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. Regardless of what had just happened, I was at work and had to professional.

  Ignoring the wetness between my legs and the bulge on Fletcher’s pants, I walked to his desk and picked up the phone. To my revolt, it was a wrong number, and I couldn’t help but curse silently as I put the receiver back in its cradle.