Unprofessional Bad Boys - Boxed Set (Contemporary Romance)

by Clarissa Wild

  But I can’t.

  And neither can he.

  Because before I know it, he’s spun on his heels, grabbed my face, and kissed me hard and wild.

  Chapter 11

  TJ

  I can’t stop.

  I should.

  But I can’t.

  No matter how many times I tried tonight, I couldn’t turn away.

  Not when I went to the Lagoon to meet her.

  Not when I got into that cab with her.

  Not when I walked her upstairs to her apartment.

  And not now.

  I’ve wanted her since day one.

  Since those fierce feet set foot in my office and demanded a job.

  Since those fiery eyes commanded attention.

  Since I found out who she truly was.

  That girl … I want that girl.

  The unapologetic, spicy, never-afraid-to-back-down girl.

  She riles me up to no end, and tonight, I’ll finally have her.

  I can’t say no anymore. Not to myself. Not to her.

  I know she’s been longing. From the moment I saw her looking at me with those bold eyes, I knew she wanted me. I could taste her needs, lingering in the air she left behind. She lured me in with her scent and caught me in her sweet, delicious trap.

  And I can’t … fucking … stop … kissing her.

  She tastes so good. So wrong. So fucking sinful.

  I feel so bad for doing this, but I do it anyway. Some things you just can’t deny yourself.

  Or her, for that matter, because she’s kissing me back just as hard.

  Our lips can’t let go of each other as her arms wrap around my neck and my arms fold around her back. I want her close, so close I can feel her body against mine, so I can feel her nipples tighten against my chest … so she can feel my cock growing with anticipation.

  And I can’t fucking stop.

  My mouth only unlatches to take a breath, and then it’s on again, devouring her mouth with every stroke of the tongue. With every kiss, the need to take her grows, and I can’t ignore it anymore. I want, no, need to have her.

  Screw the consequences. Damn whoever says we can’t do this.

  I want it. And now I’m grabbing what’s mine. End of story.

  She pulls me inside, her lips unable to let go of mine. My tongue dips out to lick the seam of her lips, begging her to open them. When she does, I claim her mouth with fervor, wanting to taste every last inch of her.

  With my foot, I slam the door shut and let my fingers crawl under her top. I can’t help myself from immediately tearing it off her and throwing it on the floor. We stumble inside, ripping clothes off each other like we want to make most of every passing second.

  She tastes so delicious, and I can’t wait to put my mouth all over her. My lips draw a line down her neck, eager to kiss her entire body. I unhook her bra and fling it away, finally able to suckle her nipples. And fuck me, they get hard almost instantly.

  Her moan makes my cock tent in my pants, especially when she starts fiddling with the button and zipper while I kick off my shoes.

  “Wait,” she suddenly says, interrupting herself. “What about your dog? Who will take care of Dozer?”

  She’s just making up excuses as to why we shouldn’t do this, but it’s not working. “I’ve got … someone.”

  “Who?” She narrows her eyes, probably thinking it’s another girl or something. As if I’d cheat on her. That’s not my thing. Even though I may look like a douche, I’m not one when it comes to feelings.

  “I have a dog sitter.”

  “Oh … nice,” she replies, so I guess the conversation has ended. Good. I don’t like to talk when I want to fuck.

  I pluck her off the floor, making her squeal. With my hands firmly gripping her ass, I plant my lips between her tits. “Fuck, yes. I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”

  She snickers. “How long?”

  “Since we first met,” I say, kissing them. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”

  “Thanks,” she says, snorting.

  “C’mere,” I growl, and she leans down to kiss me.

  Our mouths don’t unlatch until we reach her bed, where I place her down and then take off my socks and shirt, leaving the tie for last.

  “You made it so difficult for me to ignore you,” I say. “Always flaunting your body right in front of me.”

  “I did not,” she exclaims, leaning back on the sheets, pushing her boobs up at me … taunting me yet again.

  I loosen my tie while staring at her beautiful tits. “Case in point.”

  “Like you said … I’m a sassy vixen,” she murmurs, licking her lips. “Punish me.”

  Is she serious? If she is, I’m not going to refuse that offer. It’s almost too good to be true.

  “Oh, I’ll punish you all right. For all the times you’ve vexed me.” I step closer, my cock inching dangerously close to her almost naked body. “For all the days you made me so damn hard.”

  “When?” she asks.

  “Every damn day,” I murmur, and it makes her grin.

  “Did you do something about it?”

  Just the thought of it makes my cock twitch again. “Whenever I could.” I groan.

  “Tell me what you’d do.” With her foot, she seductively rubs her other leg.

  “I’d take out my cock and play with it … rub myself until I came while thinking of you.” My cock bounces up and down from the memory.

  She licks her top lip. “Even at work?”

  “Nothing’s off-limits,” I say.

  “I like what I’m hearing,” she purrs, gently stroking my legs with her feet.

  Her hungry eyes stare down at my dick, still hidden behind my boxer shorts. Biting her bottom lip, her hands tentatively reach for it, but I grasp her wrists and pull them together.

  “What are your limits, Lesley?” I slowly slide my tie off and hold it underneath her wrists. “Do you have any?”

  “Not as far as I know.”

  “You asked me to punish you. How far are you willing to take that statement?” I ask, making a knot with the tie to bind her wrists together.

  “That depends on what you’re going to make me do,” she murmurs.

  I pull the tie, raising her hands, and I press my lips to hers. When our mouths unlock, I whisper, “I’m going to make you come hard, and you’re going to love it.”

  “Yes, please,” she mutters, her voice fluctuating in pitch.

  A devious grin spreads on my lips. “But I’m also going to come … hard … and you’re going to take it all.” My grip on the leash around her wrists tightens as I force her to lift her head so she can receive a kiss.

  “Fuck me,” she begs.

  “Oh, I will,” I whisper, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “But first, you’re going to do anything and everything I want you to.”

  “Fuck, yes,” she moans, making me go insanely wild with lust.

  I bring her hands to my dick and say, “Take out my cock.”

  She eagerly pulls down my boxer shorts, and her eyes widen at the sight of my length. “Holy shit.”

  I laugh. “What?”

  “You’re fucking huge!”

  I already knew she’d be excited, considering the fact she was practically drooling over me when I changed clothes in her bathroom the other day.

  “And it’s all yours too,” I add.

  She snorts, shaking her head. “You arrogant son of a bitch.”

  “You already knew I was big. Don’t deny it.”

  “Fine. I peeked. Sue me.”

  “No, I’d rather fuck you.” I bite my lip, thinking of those hungry eyes looking at me the way she did when she first saw me undress.

  God, how much I wanted to fuck her brains out when she eye-fucked me.

  I swear, I could’ve done it right there and then in her home. Against the bathroom door, under the shower. I would’ve licked her body from top to bottom and made her suck my cock until I
came in her mouth.

  Too bad that little voice in the back of my head told me not to do it. Told me it was wrong.

  But I’m tired of listening to it now. I want her badly, and when I want something, I’m going to get it, no matter the cost.

  Her hands rub my dick, up and down, and I raise my eyes to the ceiling and moan with delight. How long have I waited to finally feel these hands jerk me off? Too long.

  She bends over, and her tongue dips out to give it a lick. My cock bobs up and down with excitement, and I pull her closer with my tie, making sure she gets the message. She starts licking it, spreading delicious wetness all over. With her hands, she massages my balls, her tongue stroking along my length until she brings it into her mouth and sucks.

  And fuck me, it’s the best fucking suck I’ve ever had.

  All my senses are on overload, and I’m so eager to come. But not yet. I want to savor this a little longer.

  “Wait,” I say, pushing her back. “I want to do something else … something naughty.”

  She licks her lips and grins. “All right.”

  “Turn around,” I say.

  Frowning, she ponders it for a moment, but then does what I say anyway.

  She’s now facing the pillow, and I sit down on the bed in front of her and lie down. “Lift your ass,” I say. And when she does, I prop my head just underneath her. “Sit down.”

  “What, on your face?”

  I grab her by the waist and pull her down myself until her panties are right above my mouth. I take in her scent and revel in the excitement. “Fuck, yeah …”

  With one finger, I pull aside the fabric and dip in my tongue.

  She moans with arousal as I suck on her clit and twirl around it, gently playing with her to get her to relax. With one hand, I squeeze her tits and pull her nipples, and soon the wetness begins to drip into my mouth. Fucking hell, she tastes so good. Like sweet sin on a platter … and it’s all mine.

  My cock bounces up and down, so I push her toward it and command, “Take it deep.”

  She leans over and opens her mouth so my length can slide into her mouth. I never stop licking her, and her moans make me wanna thrust into her mouth. Fuck, this is so hot.

  Who’d have thought she’d be open to 69-ing on our first date?

  Not me, but I’ll take her gladly.

  I bury my face in her pussy and eat her out while she gorges on my dick. Her tongue wraps so sweetly around my shaft that I find it hard to concentrate, but I want her to come. I keep twisting around her nub, alternating speeds to make her quiver with need. She returns the deliciousness ten times over, making me wanna squirt down her throat. I wonder if she’ll let me.

  She’s so damn wet, and I love her taste, so I smack her ass and growl, “Come all over my mouth.”

  “Fuck,” she murmurs, my hard-on still stuck in her mouth.

  I gyrate up and down so I can fuck her face, sending delicious shocks through my body. She does the same, practically riding my face as if she owns it, and I love it.

  “Fuck, I’m coming!” she mewls.

  I stick my tongue inside and feel her lose control. It’s toe-curling and so fucking arousing that I push her head down over my dick and come too.

  “Fuck!” I howl, tasting her sweetness in my mouth while I come hard inside hers.

  She gulps as I coat her throat with my cum, and hot damn, she even swallows it all. But I’m not done yet. Now that I’ve got my first taste of her pussy, I want my cock to enjoy it too.

  No pause—I just roll her off me and plant her on the bed. She squeals a little and laughs.

  Meanwhile, I tear off her panties, bring them to my nose, and take a whiff.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “I just had a taste … and now I wanna remember your scent.”

  “That’s …”

  “Weird?” I raise a brow, lowering the panties.

  “Hot,” she muses, surprising me.

  A lopsided smile appears on my face as I throw the panties on the nightstand. “I’m not done with your pussy yet.” I pull one of her legs up as I position myself near her entrance. “You ready for me?”

  “Again? How? You just came.” Her tongue dips out to lick up some of the cum that was still on her lips. “And Jesus, that was a mother lode.”

  I grin. “There’s more where that came from. Now c’mere.” I tug the tie around her wrists and make her touch herself. “Spread those lips for me.”

  She fondles herself, spreading her wetness all over, and I take the opportunity to ram in without warning. I love the o shape her mouth makes when she feels my full length inside her, a moan following suit.

  “Holy sh—”

  I place a finger on her lips. I don’t want her to swear when I’m trying to make her feel good. But when she starts sucking on my finger, I really lose myself in her, and it feels like I’m unable to control my lust.

  I grab her leg and thrust in her hard and fast, not giving a shit about the consequences.

  “Oh god … fuck me,” she begs, biting her lip.

  I respond with more thrusts, and I grasp her tits for good measures too, twisting her nipples while I’m at it. Her soft squeals and groans fill me with a desire to the point of just hammering her. I can’t help that I’m a dirty bastard, but dirty bastards have needs too, and I’m so damn glad she can ease them.

  With one hand around her leg and one hand holding the tie that binds her wrists, I plow into her with all I’ve got. She keeps rubbing herself, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head from all the pounding. I know she’s close again. I can feel it, inside her … her walls tightening around me.

  “Come for me,” I growl. “Make me feel it.”

  Her breath hitches in her throat as she mewls, “I’m so close.”

  “Fuck yes, do it,” I groan, going in deep.

  Her face scrunches up, and the most delicious shockwaves flow through her and into me. I can feel it … all the way through my dick and further. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world. It’s so damn good that I come too.

  Plunging into her one final time, I jet my seed deep inside her.

  “Fuck …” she hisses, our wetness mingling.

  “Yes,” I say, smiling as I slowly pull out after we’re both sated.

  Panting, I undo the tie around her wrists and throw it off the bed. Then I lean away and let her lie down on her pillow as I join her by her side. For a while, it’s quiet as we both catch our breath. However, I can’t help but stare at her. She’s beautiful. Sexy. Loves kinky shit. And she has a thing for coffee. I mean, what’s not to love?

  There’s just one thing causing an issue here, which I think is exactly what she’s thinking about right now as she stares at the ceiling, refusing to even look at me.

  She’s my intern, and I’m her boss.

  We’re not supposed to sleep together.

  Guess what? Too late.

  Chapter 12

  Lesley

  As soon as I hear the familiar noise of my neighbors throwing shit down the hallway during a fight, I sit up straight in bed. My eyelids slowly part, still crusty from a terrible half-drunken sleep. I fight through the zombie state like it’s a life or death situation.

  Why?

  Because when I shifted in my spot after drooling in the middle of the night, I clearly, clearly spotted a man lying next to me.

  And when I turn my head, he’s still there.

  Naked.

  I throw the blanket off me and jump out of bed, but when I realize I’m naked too, I cover my pussy with whatever I can find, which in this case is his tie.

  “Shit,” I whisper to myself.

  He groans, and I pray to god he doesn’t wake up.

  Tiptoeing to my closet, I quickly grab a pair of panties, some pants, and a shirt, and I get the hell out of the bedroom.

  Panting, I stare at him, still snoring on in my bed.

  My fucking bed.

  We had sex
there.

  It’s tainted now.

  Fuck, I had sex with TJ Morrows.

  I slept with my boss.

  I’m insane. This is so wrong. Why did I do this? I should know better than this. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought I’d dreamed it, yet there he is. In the naked, gorgeous flesh.

  Pepper suddenly leaves the doggy bed I bought for her and jumps on my legs, almost making me fall. “Pepper, no! Down!” I whisper-yell at her.

  I have to actually walk her to the kitchen and give her food before she’ll stop humping my leg for attention.

  I really have to mentally prepare myself for what’s in that bedroom, though. After taking a deep breath, I walk back and take a peek. Oh god … I can’t believe he’s really there. That he kissed me and that I kissed him back. My boss. Fuck.

  Well, here I am, having a meltdown over what was, I gotta admit, a damn great fuck.

  Because that’s just the thing. I know exactly what I did. I can still feel every single thing he did to me. Every single inch of him inside me.

  My pussy clenches from the thought of having him there again, and I whisper, “Stop it!” Like that’s going to help.

  I wanted him so badly, and now look at what happened. I actually fucked him.

  What’s wrong with you, Lesley? You know men can’t be trusted, and he’s your fucking boss. This isn’t going to end well.

  Still …

  I cock my head.

  He does have one giant schlong.

  I shake my head, forcing myself to stop looking by turning away and grabbing my own head.

  “No, you’re not going to let this happen. No matter how great it was or how good it felt, you’re not doing it again. You’re going to forget about it. Pretend it never happened. So you can keep your job and not get hurt,” I whisper to myself, and I nod.

  Then I put on my clothes, grab a pen and paper, and jot down a note for TJ.

  I mean, I could kick him out, but that wouldn’t be nice. We had an amazing time last night, and I should let him sleep it off. So I’ll leave a note here and disappear.

  I know it’s weird, but I can’t just stay and face him. That’d be more awkward than seeing your dog shit on someone else’s doorstep (Thank you, Pepper).