Confessions of a Bad Boy CEO

by Cathryn Fox

  “I do,” she says. “I want all of you inside me.”

  I press my crown into her and she whimpers and squirms, but I hold her still, and control the pace and depth.

  “More…please,” she begs.

  I offer her another inch, and her body opens for me, a beautiful flower in bloom. Christ, did I really just think that? I’m going to have to cash in my man card for that one. Nevertheless, every instinct I possessed forewarned that her body was made for mine.

  “Look at you,” I say. “Taking all I have to give.”

  “It feels so tight…so good.” She gasps, and digs her fingers into my arms. “I’m so close, but I don’t think…no one’s ever…”

  Her words fall off again, and I touch her face, my protective instincts coming out full force. I have no idea what it is about this girl—I don’t even know her—but her pleasure is suddenly more paramount than anything, and there is a part of me that wants nothing more than to protect her. Insane really, considering we’d only just met.

  “I’m going to take care of you in so many goddamn ways, that after this weekend you’ll never be able to say, no one’s ever. I’m going to do all the things to you Holly. Take you to places you never dreamed of going.” I push a little deeper, and her walls clench around me.

  “Will,” she cries out as I bury my cock inside her. I lift her up, pulling myself almost all the way out then pull her down on me, until I’m buried balls-fucking-deep and we’re both struggling for our next breaths. Eyes rolling in her head, she arches her back, takes her breasts into her hands and runs her fingers over her nipples. I’ve never seen a sexier sight.

  I lift her again, and hold her over my cock as I lift my hips and power into her like a jackhammer. “Yes,” she murmurs, and I glance between our bodies to watch the way her sweet cunt takes me in. “Just like that.”

  I keep up the same rhythm and pace, but then I shift things up, power into her harder, impossibly deeper. Her eyes meet mine, and her mouth opens but no sound comes. A second later she’s coming all over my cock, and it’s fucking hot as it drips down my balls. Jesus Christ, how the hell am I supposed to hang on? I’m not sure, but I plan to because no way is this ending until she’s come a few more times.

  I sit up, wrap my arms around her and turn us both until she’s underneath me. “Legs around my back,” I say in a soft command, and her body quivers from the direct order. Such an obedient little girl. The kind of girl who’d be an asset in my company and not balk at all my rules. They’re in place for a reason. But I couldn’t have a girl like Holly working for me, not with the no-fraternizing policy I enforce. I’d have her bent over my desk before she ever got the office tour.

  “Deeper,” she cries out. “Harder.”

  With need gripping my balls, moisture breaks out on my skin, and I plunge inside, hard, blunt strokes that steal my breath and shut down my brain. I want to tear off my condom, fill her with my cum, and watch it drip out of her later. Not thinking clearly, I’m about to do just that when some small working brain cell warns against it. I swallow, hard, and pull myself together the best I can. What the fuck is the matter with me? I don’t lose control. Ever.

  “Will,” Holly cries and it pulls me back. “I’m…”

  I push her damp hair back and swallow her cries of ecstasy as I kiss her. “I’m there too,” I say, and as her muscles clench, and her hot juice singes, I throw my head back and spill my seed inside her.

  “Motherfucker,” I curse out loud, shocked at the intensity of my orgasm. I come and come and come, sure my condom is about to burst from the pressure. I finally stop and collapse on top of her. Her nails lightly scratch my back as she presses soft kisses to my shoulder.

  “I can’t…” she begins.

  “Can’t what?” I life my head, and my gaze roams her face to take in the mixture of bliss and surprise.

  “Can’t believe that I came so many times.”

  I chuckle, and press my lips to hers. “Many more to cum,” I tease, as her stomach takes that moment to grumble, a reminder that she’s probably starving. “About that chowder,” I say and shake my head. “Sorry, I never bring people here. Probably a good thing since I’m a not a very good host.”

  I make a move to get up, discard the condom and get the poor girl some food, when she wraps her arms around my neck and brings me back for a kiss. “I’m glad you brought me here, and just for the record, you’re very good. At a lot of things.”

  “Yeah?” I say, my chest swelling as I take in the sated woman beneath me. I’m not sure why, but hearing her compliment me like that fills me with pride. Clearly she needed the sexual attention, heck so did I, and I wanted to be the guy who could do right by her and bring her to climax.

  She lifts her arm and it falls with a thud back onto the bed. “Every muscle in my body is spent, completely exhausted.”

  I grin at her, and run my finger along her chin. “Then we’d better fuel up. We’ll need the energy, because we’re just getting started.”

  5

  Holly

  Will climbs from the bed, and I admire his magnificent body as he removes and discards the condom. He turns back to me, a frown on his forehead.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You okay?”

  I give a lazy cat like stretch. “I’d say I’m better than okay.”

  The mattress dips as he sits beside me, and pulls the blankets over my naked body to keep me warm. “The accident, though. You probably should have been relaxing.”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed.” When he looks down, I touch his face, bring his eyes back to me.

  He blinks. “I probably shouldn’t have seduced you so soon. I mean, I figured it would happen at some point during your stay,” he says, laughing quietly. “I just should have given you more time.”

  I touch his nose. “Aren’t you cute.”

  He angles his head and I laugh. “Cute?”

  “For thinking you seduced me. Pretty sure it was the other way around.”

  He leans in and gives me a soft kiss, and my heart trips up. “No matter how it happened, I’m just glad it did.”

  I smile at him, glad it happened too. Yeah, I don’t do things like this…ever. But now that I have, I can’t help but want to step out of my comfort zone a little more often. Then again, how could the next guy ever compare with this mountain man who fucks like a God.

  “I’ll bring you some chowder.”

  I push off my blankets. “Let me help.” He opens his mouth like he’s about to protest, but I say, “I’d love to eat it by the fire, actually. It’s so cozy in this place.”

  He holds his hand out to me, and I accept it. “You like the cabin?”

  “I love it.” He smiles, like he’s pleased by that.

  “Thanks. I love it too. I designed it, actually.” He pulls a big sweater from his closet and hands it to me. I breathe in the fresh scent and shrug into it. It drops to just above my knees and the wool tickles my thighs.

  “Wow, impressive. Are you an architect?” I ask, and take a closer look at the cabin, admiring the dark wood logs.

  “No, I had a bit of help,” he says, but doesn’t elaborate as he climbs into a pair of jeans and tugs on a T-shirt. I resist the urge to ask who helped. An ex-wife, ex-girlfriend. But then I remember he said he never brought anyone here before. That really shouldn’t thrill me as much as it does, or make me feel special. I was in an accident and he helped me. Now we’re playing games and having sex. This is not the start of something great. I’m in the middle of starting over, and don’t need the complications of a man. Hello, Holly, Prince Charming doesn’t exist in your world, remember? Besides, he’s given no indication of wanting anything past this weekend.

  I wave my hand around. “Why build here in the middle of nowhere, though?”

  “Didn’t you grow up in the area?”

  I plant my hand on my hip. “Which is why I know it’s in the middle of nowhere,” I say and he laughs.


  “It’s close enough to the city for a weekend getaway, and…” We both descend the stairs and at the bottom he guides me to the window. His body is close to mine, his chest on my back, as he puts his mouth near my ear. “There is a private lake back there. You can’t see it right now in the dark, but it’s stocked with fish, and it’s crystal clear, great for swimming. We can jump in when the storm dies down.”

  “I’m not swimming with the fishes,” I say so adamantly he laughs. His chest rumbles against my back, the vibrations going right through me. A flying branch hits the window and I jump back.

  “It’s just a branch,” he says softly, and rubs his hands up and down my arm in a soothing manner.

  A shiver goes through me, despite the heat of his body. “Thank God you found me in that ditch, Will. I don’t know what would have happened.”

  “You would have been swimming with the fishes,” he teases.

  “Ha. Ha. Aren’t you funny.”

  “I try.” He steps back and captures my hand to guide me across the room. We stop in front of the fire and he throws another log in.

  “You’ve been in a lake before, right?” he asks.

  “Of course. Numerous times.”

  “Then you’ve swam with fishes.”

  He puts his big hands on my hips, and walks behind me and ushers me into the kitchen. “Those lakes weren’t stocked.”

  “Sit,” he says and points to the chair at the island.

  He goes to the fridge to pull out a plastic container. Grabbing a ladle from the drawer, he scoops the chowder into a pot and sets it on the stove.

  I lift a bit to see into the pot. “Did you make that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wait, does it have fish from your lake?”

  “No, it has scallops, haddock and lobster from the grocery store.” He angles his head and eyes me. “Does that somehow make it better?”

  “Yes.”

  “You know if we’re stuck here for days, and run out of food, we might have to live off the land.”

  “I doubt it will come to that,” I say, but the idea of being with him here for days does sound appealing. I let my lids fall shut and gift myself with a moment to envision that. No one but us two, doing what feels right, what comes natural. My eyes open and that fantasy bursts around me, popping like a stretched balloon. Fairy tales like that don’t really exist, and I have to get to work sooner rather than later. I need this new job.

  “Drink?” he asks, and produces a decanter full of some amber liquid that could possibly be scotch. “Might help warm you up.”

  “I’ve already been warmed up,” I say in my best seductive voice. “But yes, I’ll have a drink. It might actually help me sleep. All the noise is going to keep me awake.”

  “That’s not what’s going to keep you awake,” he teases as he wags his brows at me. He pours a generous amount of amber liquid into two tumblers. “I take it you’ve never gone fishing before.”

  “Nope.”

  “It’s a good pastime. Relaxing.”

  “That’s your hobby then? When you’re not lumberjacking?” That brings a smile to his face.

  “Yes, when I’m not lumberjacking. What about you? What’s your hobby?”

  “I actually like being in the kitchen.” Sad thing is, baking will never be classified as anything more than my hobby now.

  “Then we should trade spots. I mean, you are supposed to be serving me, and all.”

  I laugh at that. “Baking is my specialty.” I search his counters. “Do you have any supplies?”

  “Possibly. I don’t stock the place myself.”

  “No, who does?”

  “My first ass…ah, just someone I hired.”

  “You hired an ass to stock your place, and from the sounds of it you have more than one.”

  Grinning, he shakes his head at me. “Speaking of smart asses.” He pushes the crystal across the counter. “Drink.”

  “You’re a little bossy, you know.”

  “Just a little?”

  “Okay, a lot.”

  Taking me by surprise, he leans across the counter, and his mouth is right there, so close to mine all I have to do is inch up to kiss him. “Tell me you don’t like it,” he dares, his voice a low, deep timber that fills me with a new kind of need. Crazy, since I just had three mind-blowing orgasms. That should keep me going for a good year.

  The pot on the stove bubbles. “Ah, I think the chowder is ready,” I say, and yeah, he’s right. I do like his bossiness. It’s nice letting someone else call the shots, and take care of things for a change. He turns and removes the pot from the burner. “Need some help?”

  “Why don’t you grab us a couple rolls from the bag,” he says and points to the brown paper bag at the end of the counter. I push myself off my stool and saunter around the island. It’s weird being here with him like this. Funny thing is, I don’t know him, never stepped foot in this place before, never even knew it existed, but somehow it’s like I’ve always been here, like I belong in this space with him. Good Lord, maybe I hit my head harder than I realized, because that’s some pretty weird shit I’m thinking.

  “How many would you like?” I ask.

  “Just one. Butter is in the fridge.”

  I search through his cupboards for plates and take note of his supplies. I might just be able to bake something after all. Then again, I’ll likely be gone first thing come morning. Sadly. Wait, what? I need to get out of here to get to work on time. The idea of leaving shouldn’t sit in my stomach like a cold stone. In the fridge, I spot blueberries as I pull the butter out. Whoever the ass was that stocked his place did a fine job.

  Will scoops out the chowder and sets our bowls on the island, and I settle in beside him and place our rolls between us.

  “Do you really think it will be days before the roads are cleared?”

  “Could be.”

  I frown. “I hope there isn’t too much damage done to my car. I can’t really—” I stop talking and take a mouthful of chowder.

  He gives me the side-eye and I get he knows what I was about to admit, but I like that he’s kind enough not to push the subject. He seems sweet like that.

  “It looked like a busted window, and a dented hood.”

  “That’s not so bad, as long as it didn’t get carried away in the ditch from all the water.”

  He swallows a spoonful of chowder, and nods. “True. Either way, I’m going to drive you back to the city when the storm clears.”

  I give a fast shake of my head. “No, no. You’ve done enough already. I can get myself back to the city. My parents can drive me if my car has to stay in the shop for any length of time.”

  He sets his spoon down, and looks at me. “Now why would you ask them to take you when I’m going that way myself? Driving with me is the logical thing to do. We can get your belongings from your car. Everything will fit in my Jeep.”

  Damn, he saw all my belongings. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice that everything I owned was in the back seat and trunk, probably all ruined by now. It’s going to take all my meager savings just to get the car fixed. I’ll have to scrub my clothes clean, otherwise, I’ll be wearing Will’s flannel shirt to the office, if he doesn’t mind lending it to me. Now how would my ogre boss look upon that? Fired at first sight probably.

  “You work in the city?” I ask.

  “Yes,” is all he says before he bites into his roll.

  “What do you do?” I press, even though it’s none of my business and he doesn’t seem to want to give anything up. Probably best not to get to know each other. But still, I can’t help but be curious.

  “Office job. Wouldn’t want to bore you with the details.”

  All righty then. His life is off limits to me. That’s fine. I scoop up more chowder, hungrier than I realized. “This is delicious. Where did you ever learn to cook like this?” I ask, and realize I’ve once again veered into the personal.

  “Betty Crocker,” he says, and my jaw falls ope
n.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Sure, why are you so surprised?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know, it just seems strange.”

  “My mom had this old, old book at home, and the recipes were pretty easy. The ingredients were simple and inexpensive.”

  I set my spoon down and go quiet, sensing he’s telling me something very personal. “My mom loved Betty Crocker cookbooks, too. She has quite a few.”

  “Then I discovered Pinterest. I actually have a whole board with recipes.” He puts his finger to his kissable lips. “But if that gets out, I’ll have to give up my man card.”

  I laugh at that, hard, and he joins in. “So you like to cook when you were young?”

  His smile fades fast and he swallows another scoop of chowder, and fiddles with his roll. His brow furrows as he looks into his bowl like it holds all the answers to the universe, and I get that I touched on a sensitive topic.

  “It was more out of necessity,” he finally says, breaking the quiet, and I don’t miss the turmoil in his eyes when they flash my way for a second.

  I touch his arm, and his muscles bunch. “I’m sorry,” I say. There is so much more to this mountain man, and damned if I don’t want to know it all.

  “More chowder?” he asks.

  “No, I’m full. Thanks.” He stands, and I stand with him, and carry my bowl to the sink.

  Shit,” he says and spins to see me.

  “What?”

  “You wanted to eat by the fire.”

  “That’s okay, I didn’t mind eating at the island.” Feeling bold around this man—and wanting him again despite just having him—I go up on my toes, and press my lips to his. “Besides, I think there are other things we can do in front of the fire.”

  6

  Will

  I glance at the sleeping woman beside me, her hair a mess on her pillow. I can’t help but smile as last night’s memories come back to me. Jesus, when we stripped down in front of the fire, and she gave herself to me so openly, and honestly, it blew my fucking mind. By rights my dick should be soft this morning, instead it’s hard steel, raring to go again. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t get enough. Which is insane, really. I rarely sleep with the same woman twice, but after one taste of her, she’s become an addiction I’m not quite ready to give up.