Confessions of a Bad Boy CEO

by Cathryn Fox

  “You don’t need one.”

  “What if someone comes by?”

  “This is private property, and I’m an ogre, so no one will bother us.”

  I laugh at that. But then I think of my boss and my job, and worry gnaws at me. Absent on your first day of work in unacceptable, but hopefully Will is right, and he’ll understand. I’m sure half the province has no power. We reach the end of the small lake and Will strips off.

  “I’m going to freak out if any fish touch me, or nibble on my toes,” I say as I unbutton my shirt.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

  He gives me a grin and it somehow reminds me of the cartoon shark in the Saturday funnies. “Maybe you’re the one I need protection from,” I say as I remove my shirt and unbutton my pants.

  “Come on in and find out.” He jumps into the water, disappears for a moment, then resurfaces. “Damn, that’s refreshing.”

  “Is that another term for freezing?” I ask once I’m completely naked, but I’m not sure Will has heard me, because his jaw has gone slack and he’s staring at my curvy body like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

  “You’re right, Holly,” he says, his voice low and tortured. “You are going to need protection from me, because as soon as you get in here, I’m going to eat you alive.”

  My heart crashes against my chest and a thrill goes through me. A car accident is never a good thing, but I have to say, it just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He crooks his finger. “Get in here. Now.”

  I step up to the edge and dip my feet in. “It’s freezing,” I say, but Will is coming toward me, his eyes locked on mine. He wraps his arms around me and scoops me up.

  “Will,” I warn. “Don’t you dare throw me in.”

  “I won’t,” he says and hold me to him as he takes me out deeper. He lets me get used to the cold for a second. “You good?”

  My heart gives an extra thump at his thoughtfulness and when I nod, he lets me slide from his arms. My nipples go hard enough to cut glass, and Will’s gaze dips, black pupils bleeding into blue.

  “Why is it I never get to spend enough time here,” he says and dips his head to take one hard bud into his warm mouth. My hands go around his neck and I throw my head back as pleasure zings through my body. His massages my other breast, and my body grows warm, hot even. Needing to touch him as much as he needs to touch me, I reach down, capture his magnificent cock. He growls around my nipple and it vibrates through me. He grows thicker in my hand and in that instant, I realize how much I like this guy. How much I enjoy being with him.

  Soon enough, however, this is all going to come to an end. But until then, I plan to enjoy every second with this incredible guy.

  “Will,” I whisper, and his lips go to mine, kiss me with a hunger that turns me on even more. He cups my cheeks, and deepens the kiss. His breathing is insanely ragged, and his hunger reaches out to me, curls around me and drags me into a vortex of need and passion.

  “I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he murmurs, and slides one hand between my legs. “Tell me it’s the same for you.”

  “It is,” I say, and then chuckle. “Must be the fresh country air.”

  “Must be,” he says, and pushes a finger inside me. He groans. “You’re always so wet and ready for me, Holly.” He shakes his head, and swallows hard.

  “Have you seen yourself,” I say, and he laughs.

  Yes, he’s incredibly handsome, but there is more to this man that draws me in. I haven’t known him long, but long enough to know he has depth of character, and cares about others. It’s a shame he’s jaded when it comes to women, because he’s so much more than a bank account and a penis.

  Careful, Holly. Don’t go falling for this guy.

  “I need my cock inside you.”

  “Yes, please,” I say, and he scoops me back up. He takes us to where we left our clothes and lays them out for me. Once again his thoughtfulness touches me deeply. I make myself comfortable on the bed of clothes and he falls over me. He brushes my hair from my face, and his lips find mine again.

  He kisses me for a good long time, then takes my nipples back into his mouth, one at a time as he pushes a finger inside me. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs as he peppers my skin with hot open mouthed kisses.

  I grip his hair, and hang on as my first orgasm approaches. Honest to God, the man sure knows his way around a woman’s body. “Will,” I cry out, and come around his finger.

  “That’s it, get all nice and wet for my cock,” he says, and another tremor hits. Damn, I love it when he talks like that to me. I tug at his hair as I ride out the waves and when I’m done, he grips my thighs and spreads me even more. “Ready for my cock?”

  “Yes,” I say as he puts his crown against my opening. I take a deep breath and close my eyes waiting for the thrill of being filled by this man, but when nothing happens I open my eyes again and find him staring at me, distress all over his face.

  “Will?”

  He looks off toward the cottage, then back at me. “Condom,” he says.

  OMG, I’ve never forgotten protection before. What the hell is happening to me? “I don’t want to stop,” he says. “I don’t want to move.”

  “Then don’t.”

  He rakes a shaky hand through his wet hair. “Holly…” He swallows. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

  “Me neither.”

  “I’ve seen too many guys get trapped,” he says.

  I touch his face. “I’m clean and I’m on the pill,” I say. “I promise, Will.”

  “I believe you,” he says and my heart beats faster. This is a man with trust issues, yet he’s not doubting me, not for one second. I don’t take that lightly.

  “I’m clean, too.”

  “Of course you are,” I say in an attempt to lighten things before my emotions get the best of me. “You never have sex without a condom.”

  He laughs, and brushes my hair from my face. “You sure about this? You don’t really know me.”

  “I know enough.”

  “Me too,” he says and in one quick thrust he’s inside me. Filling my body and heart in a way it’s never been filled before. I wrap my arms around him and hold on, because after this, it’s not going to be so easy to walk away.

  “That feels so good,” I murmur as he buries his face in the hollow of my throat and kisses me. I run my hands over his body, pulling and tugging, not able to get close enough. He pulls out of me, and drives back in again, creating heat and friction in my body that takes me higher and higher. My breathing changes, becomes faster as he glides in and out, hard steady strokes that make this lovemaking that much more intimate.

  Lovemaking?

  Oh, God, I’m in real trouble here.

  “Holly,” he murmurs, his mouth back on mine. “You feel fucking incredible. We’re never having sex with a condom again.” He pushes high inside me, seating himself there for a second, and my tight walls clamp around him. My God, sex with this man is insane.

  “Never,” I say and run my nails along his back as my body gives in to the pleasure.

  He kisses my mouth, my cheek, and moves to my neck. “I might just tie you to my bed and keep you here.”

  “I might just like that,” I say and he chuckle against my throat.

  He shifts his body, going impossibly deeper, and I lose all ability to talk. “Will,” is all I can say as my muscles clench hard.

  “Holy fuck,” he growls as I come around his cock. “You cum is so damn hot, it’s burning my balls.”

  I squeeze my pussy, and he pulls out, slams back in, and finds my mouth. His cock spurts and jerks inside me as he fills me with his cum. “I feel you,” I murmur. I’ve never had any man’s seed inside me before, not even my ex’s. He was terrified of me getting pregnant, and even used a condom despite me being on the pill. Once he stops spasming, he falls over me, and his labored breath hot on my neck.

  “I ca
me so much, I’m going to be dripping out of you for days,” he says.

  “I just might like that, too,” I say and he lifts my head. His dark eyes search mine, and he gives a slow shake of his head.

  Something passes between us, something warm, intimate…profound. “What if I told you I didn’t want—”

  Before he could finish, his cell phone starts ringing, and he curses.

  “Shit. I’m sorry. I have to get that.”

  I nod. “It’s okay,” I say as he rolls and scoops up his jeans. He grabs the phone, slides his finger across the screen, and says, “Hey Cara, what’s up?”

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  Will

  Holly averts her gaze, and climbs back in to her clothes, but I’m sure she’s wondering who the woman is I’m talking to, especially after the two of us just make love. Things weren’t supposed to get personal with her, but how could I keep this about sex only with a girl as sweet and open as her, a girl who likes me for me, not what I have? That thought makes me grunt. She doesn’t even know who I am outside this cabin. Should I change that? Will it change how she feels about me?

  “Last I heard the road wouldn’t be cleared until tomorrow,” I say answering my sister’s question.

  Holly picks my clothes up, brushes off the debris, and lays them on a rock beside me. She makes a turn to leave, likely to give me privacy, but trips on a tree root. She lets out a little yelp and I’m on my feet in seconds to help her.

  “You okay?” I ask, and she smiles tentatively at me.

  “Yeah, thanks. I’ll meet you back at the cottage.”

  “Who’s with you?” Cara asks, and I roll my eyes.

  “None of your business,” I say.

  “Come on, you have a girl there, don’t you?”

  “Cara…”

  “But you never bring women to the cottage.”

  “She was in a car accident, and I’m giving her a place to stay until the roads are cleared.” My gaze drops to Holly’s ass as she walks away, and I think back to what I was going to say to her before the phone call.

  What if I told you I didn’t want this to end.

  Was I really going to say that? Were those words on my lips simply because of my post-orgasm bliss? I barely know the woman, for Christ’s sake, but what I do know I’m crazy about.

  “Will, are you still there?”

  “Yeah, I’m here,” I respond and pinch the bridge of my nose.

  “Is she pretty?”

  “That’s enough,” I say in my best authoritative voice that never works with my sisters.

  “Ohmigod, you’re sleeping her. I’m calling Randi.”

  “You do that,” I say. “Did you call for a reason or just to annoy me?” I ask, but I’m secretly smiling. I love my sisters.

  “I called to check in on you, but obviously, you’re doing just fine.”

  “I’ll talk to you later, Cara,” I say and power down my phone. I hurry in to my clothes, and trek back to the cottage and find Holly inside, rooting through the fridge. The radio is back on, so I’m not sure she heard me come in.

  “Hey, sorry about that. I had to take the call.”

  She stands and looks at me. “No worries,” she says but there is a hitch to her voice.

  I sit down at the island for a second and she goes back to rooting around in my fridge. “That was my sister, checking in to see if I was okay.”

  Her head lifts. “Oh, I didn’t realize you had a sister.”

  “I have two, actually.” She pulls a bag of chocolate chips from the fridge. I have no idea how long they’ve been there. “They mean the world to me.”

  She places the chocolate chips and a jug of milk on the counter. Her smile is warm when it meets mine. “That’s so nice,” she says a wistfulness in her voice. “I always wanted sisters.”

  “No siblings?” I ask.

  “Nope. Only child.” Catching me by surprise, her hand snakes out and touches mine. “These are the sisters you cooked for?” she asks quietly. I think back to our earlier conversation when I said I cooked out of necessity. Leave it to Holly to put it all together.

  I meet her gaze, and there is warmth in her eyes. “Yes. They’re both younger. Cara is a doctor and Randi is an architect.”

  “Ah, that explains so much.” She glances around the room. “The architect helped you with this. She does great work. And the doctor taught you how to check for concussions.”

  I tap my head. “I had a lot of them when I was young.”

  “I bet you did. That’s probably why your sister went into medicine.”

  I smile at that. “They’re great. I think they’d totally love you.”

  At the word love, she casts a fast glance my way, then averts her eyes. “You three were tight growing up?” she asks, and grabs a bowl and dumps some flour into it.

  “What are you making?”

  “Chocolate chip cookies.”

  I nod and then answer her question. “Dad left when we were young, and my mother gave zero shits about us.”

  She touches my hand again and gives I a little squeeze. “I’m so sorry.”

  “I was the oldest,” I say like that explains everything.

  “You’re amazing, Will,” she says. “You raised your sisters and now one is a doctor and one is an architect. That’s something to be proud of.”

  “I vowed to make something of myself, and give them everything they deserved. I love my sisters. I’d give them the world if I could and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them.”

  Dark lashes fall slowly over blue eyes as her beautiful lips turn up at the corners. “You’re very protective of those you care about.”

  “Overbearing too, apparently, and I never take no for an answer,” I say. “At least that’s what they always tell me.”

  “You just want them to be happy. You’re an amazing big brother.”

  I shake my head. “And do how do they pay me back for being so amazing?” I say.

  She adds a few more ingredients to the bowl and begins to stir. “How?”

  I climb from my seat, and go about making us some coffee. “They hound me to death about getting married.”

  She laughs at that. “That’s what kid sisters do. It’s their job to hound their older brothers. Growing up, my best friend and I drove her brother crazy. Are they married?” She asks.

  “No, and that’s the thing. I mean I could see if they were happily married, and it was so great that they wanted that for me too. But they’re not.”

  I turn and find her swaying her hips to the music. Unable to help myself, I step up behind her, push her hair from her forehead and press my lips to her neck. She makes a soft sexy sound, and I tug a leaf from her hair and as I toss it aside my mind goes to our lovemaking by the lake. My dick thickens, and she chuckles.

  “Keep that up and I’ll never get these cookies baked.”

  I nuzzle her neck. “But I want you again.”

  “I want you too, Will.” She turns in my arms, and lifts a wooden spoon. “Let me get these cookies in the oven and I’ll show you how much.”

  Loving the sound of that, I give her a slow, easy kiss, until she’s practically melted at my feet. I break it and she sucks in a tight breath. “You don’t play fair.”

  “I play to win,” I say, and she reaches around me and whacks my ass with the spoon.

  I laugh and take it from her. “Careful, Holly. I still own you, remember, and if I want, I can use this spoon on your ass.”

  A fine shiver goes through her, and I grin. Oh yeah, she likes the idea of that. I walk back around the counter and sit, enjoying the hot flush on Holly’s face.

  “Tell me more about your parents,” I say.

  “I miss them. I’m probably not going to see them before I head back to the city.”

  “When we head back,” I say.

  “Yes, when we head back. You gave me no choice in the matter.” She waves her wooden spoon at me. “Your sisters are right. You are overbearing and never take no
for an answer.”

  “Isn’t that what you like about me?”

  She laughs, but it falls off and she goes serious again. “It must have been hard for you growing up with all that responsibility.”

  I shrug. “It wasn’t so bad. What about you? What was it like growing up an only child in the middle of nowhere?”

  She smiles at that. “It wasn’t so bad. My parents were great, actually. I think you would all get along.”

  “I do seem to be your mother’s type,” I say and we both laugh.

  “You’re every woman’s type, Will,” she says and that’s when it really hits that I only want to be Holly’s type. As need for her bursts inside me, it’s clear I can’t let this end when the roads are free of debris and we’re back in the city. I need to talk to her, to see what she wants. I open my mouth, about to do just that when she speaks first.

  “They paid for me to go to Toronto to university, where I met the douche bag. But at least I got a degree in accounting.”

  Little alarm bells jangle in the back of my head. “Accounting?”

  “Yeah, I was a junior accountant at Ernst and Smith. Have you heard of it?”

  Those bells get louder.

  “Yeah, great firm.” We get a lot of their employees who want a change of scenery.

  “Big company,” she says, and my mind races, goes over the names of the latest round of hires we did a few weeks ago. I leave the hiring to human resources, but my business is my baby, so every candidate is run by me before an offer is made.

  “Now I’m back here going to work for an ogre at WSC Associates in the city.”

  My heart jumps into my throat, and I nearly fall off the fucking stool.

  “Are you okay?” Holly asks.

  “Yeah, ah…WSC Associates, you say?” I ask, just to make sure I hadn’t been hearing things.

  “The one and only. The ogre that owns is like some kind of prodigy.”

  My brain stalls as I try to wrap my head around this turn of events. I swallow and scrub my chin. “You’re going to work there as a junior accountant?” I ask and try to keep my voice level.

  “Yeah. I just pray you’re right and my new boss will understand my absence tomorrow. Not a great first impression, that’s for sure.”