Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  “Boss!”

  I lay on top of her, sliding my hands over her whole body and kissing the places I’d previously touched. When she started trembling and begging me to fuck her, I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep into her.

  “Yes. Oh shit, Alexandra. I needed this. I needed you.”

  My rhythm was wild from the beginning, and I got lost in her completely. She was screaming after each thrust, her soaking wet pussy enabling me to slide in easily. I brought her legs on my shoulders and entered even deeper, sending her over the edge immediately. Her pussy milked and squeezed my cock as I rammed into her again and again. She was so sexy tied up like this to the bed, unable to move and fully under my control.

  The second time she came on my dick we orgasmed together, our juices mixing as I leaned in and slammed my lips against hers.

  She was mine. “You are so beautiful, angel.”

  She smiled to me, looking completely spent. “You too, Oliver. I love you.”

  For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her right. Then my breathing hitched and my heart went into overdrive. She loved me.

  Alexandra Harris loved me.

  Hell yeah!

  This was all I ever needed. I smiled, feeling like the happiest man alive. “I love you too, Alexandra. I don’t ever want to get separated from you again.”

  She kissed me again. “You won’t.”

  I grinned wildly at her and showered her face with kisses. This had just turned into a best day of my life.

  Epilogue

  A year later

  Alexandra

  Today was the grand opening of the hotel. I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed, and here I was, cutting the ribbon with Oliver.

  Oliver.

  I looked at the man standing next to me as we faced the guests, and my heart expanded with happiness. It had been a year since I started dating Oliver, and since then we’d worked hard on renovating the hotel and bringing its old glory. I’d been able to make my designs come true and along with them—my dreams.

  We were in the middle of a cocktail reception, but suddenly Oliver pulled me to the side and said, “It’s getting a bit boring here. Let’s sneak away to our bridal suite.”

  I grinned, my pussy throbbing in response immediately. Our bridal suite was the suite we’d used that day when we admitted that we loved each other. I felt something warm filling me as I remembered that day. It was truly special, and it marked the start of our beautiful relationship.

  Each day with Oliver was more exciting than the previous one. Our sex was simply amazing, and I loved the way he controlled me in our bedroom. I’d gotten to know him better and discovered we were more similar that I’d initially thought. We had the same passion for turning old into new and we continued working together on other projects too.

  We went upstairs and entered the bridal suite, which was now completely different from then. It was beautiful—it looked exactly like I’d always envisioned it.

  Suddenly, I felt too emotional. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.

  Oliver looked at me in worry. “What is wrong?”

  “Oliver, you have no idea what you’ve done for me. This...” I motioned with my hand at the room, looking over its new furniture and restored walls and windows. Turning something that had been so old and ruined into such a pretty, breathtaking space was equal to a miracle for me, and it was all thanks to Oliver. “This is amazing. This is all I ever dreamed of... Until you. Now I have you and this hotel is just the way I wanted it to be... You made my dreams come true. Thank you.”

  He approached me and kissed me, holding onto me tightly.

  “No. I have to thank you. You are the one who made my dreams come true. I have you and there is nothing else that matters to me.”

  He took a step backward and reached into the pocket of his jacket. The next moment he took a small jewelry box out of it, and my heart just stopped. He opened it and revealed a huge diamond ring that took my breath away. I looked at him, unable to think properly for a moment.

  Was this...? Was this really...?

  “Alexandra Harris, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?”

  Oh my God.

  Oh my God! Yes! “Yes,” I breathed out, feeling so happy. I couldn’t believe this!

  I grinned like crazy when he took the ring out and brought it to my ring finger. I couldn’t believe he’d just proposed. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I was already lost in our passion.

  I was already lost in him.

  Oliver Talon, the man who I thought would be my enemy, would now be my partner for life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  OMG! Did you love Alexandra and Oliver? Because I LOVED writing about them for you.

  Want to know what happened next in the bridal suite?

  Go to the very end of this book for a little more!

  Also turn the page to read Grant and Madison’s story, I promise, it’s just as hot!

  Her Filthy Boss

  Her Filthy Boss

  A Bad Boy Office Romance

  By Nicole Elliot

  Copyright

  Filthy Boss

  Copyright © 2017 Nicole Elliot

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places or events are entirely the work of the author. Any resemblance to actual persons, events, or places is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Please purchase only authorized editions and do not participate in piracy of copyrighted materials.

  Warning: This book is wildly dirty. It’s super filthy and features a ton of sex scenes. Also I made some changes to it, and it’s only available in this book!

  I hope you love it!

  Nicole

  1

  Grant

  “No. I don’t want to babysit underlings,” Colten Quinn, one of my partners in our development firm, whined in an annoying tone.

  We were in the middle of a meeting in the conference room, discussing a new piece of land we’d just bought.

  “You have to,” I answered him seriously. “We can’t screw this up.”

  “My point exactly. I need to focus on more important things than babysitting.”

  “Well, we can’t let those associates roam freely without any supervision. You have to do it.”

  Colten tapped his fingers nervously on the construction hat he’d placed next to him. I grinned, wondering when he was going to get rid of that thing. He was always walking around the office in his suit and construction hat, and Oliver and I couldn’t help but make fun of him for it.

  “Leave that poor hat alone. It doesn’t need to suffer just because you’re pouting like a kid,” Oliver Talon, my other partner said.

  “Keep talking and I will use it to knock some sense into your head. Literally.” Colten swung his hat in the air, acting like he was going to lunge at Oliver. It was always a shit show when the three of us got together for our weekly meetings.

  I snorted. “Seriously, man, that hat doesn’t bring you any points with the women around here. You look like an idiot!”

  “You would know,” Colten murmured.

  “Anyway, Colten, just do the job. We promise to send you on a vacation when the project is done,” Oliver remarked jokingly.

  My lips twisted into a smirk. “Yes. It’s a promise. We’ll even find you some chick with a nice pair of tits, and you can bang her all you want.”

  Colten ran his hand through his sandy blonde hair, something he did whenever he was annoyed, along with tapping his fingers on his beloved hat. “Yeah, right. She better be a good one.”

  “Only the best for you, Colten.” I winked at him, remember
ing all those times Oliver, Colten, and I visited the exotic places together, finding some local girls to play with. Fuck, those were the good times.

  We were friends since our days in the military, but each of us had a different personality and a different taste in women. Colten was all for redheads, Oliver didn’t care as long as they were shy and sweet, and I was damn attracted to blondes. Even though we could argue a lot, we were practically inseparable best friends.

  The three of us were partners. We owned a large contracting business, and we spent most of our time building huge commercial projects, hospitals and rental properties. Our business was very successful, and it brought us millions each month. Colten was in charge of all the onsite duties. Oliver handled all the purchasing of old buildings to renovate. And I ran the office. We were competent, success driven, and filthy rich. We knew how to enjoy life and get the most out of it.

  “You can get even tanner,” I added. “Not that you aren’t tan enough already.” He was darker than Oliver and me from all his time on the sites. And the girls fucking loved him, along with his blue eyes. God damn him and those eyes. I’d had girls at the bar practically fall into my lap until he walked in.

  Colten rolled his eyes. “You make it sound like I spend all my time in tanning bed.”

  I burst into laughter. “I wouldn’t be surprised to see you there one day, buddy.”

  “As long as I can lie there with some hot redhead, I wouldn’t mind.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “You’re missing out on the blondes my friend.”

  “You say that now, but wait until the redhead gives you a fucktastic blowjob. You’ll change your tastes.”

  “Okay, guys. As much as I love a good blowjob, we’re digressing. Let’s focus on business, shall we?” Oliver, always the downer, said in a bored tone.

  I nodded. “You’re right. After all, we’re talking about how I’m going to fill a pool with my money and swim in it.”

  Our next project was going to be a hospital for a local health network. This project was huge, and we were sending some of our lower level associates to watch the project with Colten. So I was in charge of interviews for extra help around the office. As soon as I finished this meeting with Colten and Oliver, I was going to conduct those interviews and find a suitable person. This hospital was going to make us big money and it represented a huge step forward for this company. It would allow us to expand and go into an international market. We needed people on our team who could handle it.

  An hour later we finally managed to finish our meeting, having discussed all important points of this project. I was getting more excited, enjoying the rush I felt each time we began some new construction. I loved new opportunities and the adventure. The bigger business was, the better, and I was already creating all the great possibilities in my mind. Oliver and Colten shared my enthusiasm, and I needed their heads in the game in order for us to succeed.

  2

  Grant

  I returned to my office to meet with some of the potential help. It was located on the top floor of the large building complex we fully owned, which reflected the fundamental concepts of our firm—it was modern, innovative, and expensive. All partners’ offices were made of floor-to-ceiling windows, providing us a great view of the nearby park, and had a lounge and a full bathroom. They were equipped with the high quality furniture and hardware. My office was separated from the rest of the floor by a glass wall, so I could see what my employees were up to anytime. I liked the control.

  I sat at my desk, skimming briefly through the applications before I started the interviews. There were several candidates, so I prepared myself mentally for the long afternoon. That meant coffee with a splash of scotch.

  I notified my secretary to let the first person in. After a few moments, she entered with one short, chubby guy in his thirties. He was wearing a brown tweed suit and a pair of very thick eyeglasses.

  I stood up and shook hands with him, dismissing my secretary. “Good afternoon,” I said, raising my eyebrow when he gave me a limp handshake. A weak handshake always left a bad impression on me. It indicated a lack of confidence or enthusiasm, both of which were bad for the business.

  “Good afternoon,” he responded.

  “Please, take a seat.” I motioned toward the seat across from me and waited for him to sit down before I did the same. I skimmed through his application again. “So, Mr. Jenner, can you tell me more about yourself?”

  He began elaborating about his education and experience, mentioning so many things at once that I got lost after his third sentence. I nodded several times, pretending I was paying attention, but the way this man spoke bored me to death. His voice was monotone, and he talked about the most irrelevant things. I was on the verge of yawning.

  “Okay,” I interrupted him, not willing to listen about the “excellent recommendations” he’d received from several firms he’d been working for so far. “I noticed that this would be your first time working in the construction field. What made you decide change your field?”

  “Well, I thought it was the right time for a change.” He didn’t elaborate any further telling me more than he realized. He probably got fired. Great, just what I needed. I asked him one more question, but his answer was also meek. Overall, he didn’t seem eager to me, so I decided to end this interview early. He wasn’t the right person for us.

  “Alright, Mr. Jenner. Thank you for your time. We’ll notify you about the status of the position as soon as possible.”

  He got up and scurried out of my office. I shook my head. These days there were so many people like him—incompetent and uncertain of what they wanted in life. How could they jump into something they didn’t know anything about just because?

  I told my secretary to bring the next candidate in. The glass door opened, and I raised my eyes from the papers in front of me. My secretary entered the office, followed by a hot petite blonde. I froze, forgetting for a moment that she was my next interviewee. I was totally surprised to see such an attractive woman in my office. Most of the associates were young men, recent college grads looking to do office work to get a start in a big firm like ours. I didn’t even realize the name on the top of the resume was a woman.

  Fuck. My eyes immediately slid over her thin body, stopping for a moment on her slightly bigger breasts that stretched the thin material of her white collared shirt. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that revealed her perfectly shaped legs in black high heels. My hands itched to touch those legs, curious to know if her skin was as smooth as it looked.

  My gaze stopped on her brown eyes that were now eating me alive, confirming that the attraction was mutual. She became a bit flushed, which is exactly what I would have expected.

  Pull yourself together, Grant.

  I smirked, regaining my composure. “Good afternoon, Ms. Layne.”

  I watched her walk confidently, captivated by the sight of her slender hips swaying. She offered her hand for a handshake, which I gladly accepted, more than eager to touch her. Her small, warm hand fit perfectly in mine, her fingers grasping my hand tightly, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have those fingers around my dick.

  Focus, Lawson. Focus.

  “Good afternoon. I am Madison Layne, but you already know that.” Damn, even her voice sounded cute. It was feminine, and I tried to imagine what it could sound like when she had an orgasm. Was it high-pitched? Was it raspy?

  Fuck, my cock swelled just thinking about it. “Grant Lawson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” It was a pleasure indeed.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

  Oh, hopefully we could have much more pleasure.

  Fuck. Where did that thought come from?

  I lowered myself back into my seat, trying to cover my growing boner.

  “You may take a seat.”

  “Thank you.”

  I didn’t take my eyes off her as she sat down and clasped her hands together on her lap. I noticed the dark red nail polish
on her perfectly manicured nails, and my cock throbbed in approval.

  Now that she was closer to me, I could clearly see the dark specks in her brown eyes, making them even more seductive and alluring. Her plump lips were simply made for pleasuring men, and I almost groaned imagining them around my cock.

  “Thank you for coming here today. Now, can you tell me more about yourself?”

  “Once again, my name is Madison Layne. I graduated from NYU and...”

  She started talking about her experience and education, just like the previous applicant, but this time my thoughts went into a completely different direction.

  Fuck, she was hot. I glanced at her plump breasts, almost groaning at the sight. She was so sexy, with her breasts spilling out of her white collared shirt. She hadn’t buttoned it fully, and I was sure it was on purpose. No, I knew it. They were inviting me to touch them, lick them, and cum all over them.

  She stopped talking, and I realized it was time for another question. My face was still neutral, right? If she only knew I was having some fucking dirty thoughts about her...

  “That sounds impressive. Now, what made you decide to come to our company?”

  She licked her lips, and my eyes zeroed in on them. She also did that on purpose. I was sure of that.

  “Well, I heard so much about your LQT. You started several years ago, but you grew quickly and...”

  Yes, my dick grew quickly next to her. I could get lost in her voice so easily.

  How would she react if I were to push her against my desk and go down on her? Fuck, I wanted to screw her all over my desk while she moaned my name in ecstasy. I wanted to eat her alive as she soaked my whole face...