Bad Boss (Unprofessional Bad Boys Book 2)

by Clarissa Wild

  “What are we?” he says, grabbing my pussy as his lips hover dangerously close to mine. “Are you mine?”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  “Say it then.”

  My breath hitches in my throat as his grip on my pussy tightens. “I’m yours.” I can feel it everywhere, in my bones, in my veins … I want him more than anything.

  “Will you stop denying yourself this? Denying me this?” His finger dips inside me, and I gasp for air.

  “Fuck, yes!” I moan, almost wanting to beg him.

  “Good.” He smiles wickedly. “Then I guess that officially makes you my girlfriend.”

  Chapter 25

  Lesley

  “What?” My eyes open wide.

  “You heard me,” he muses, but I have no time to respond. “You can’t deny it anymore.”

  His head immediately dives between my legs, and he starts licking me furiously. And oh my god, it feels so goddamn good. His tongue is everywhere, on all the places that make me wanna scream his name. He’s doing it just the right way, lapping me up like he can’t get enough.

  “Fuck, you taste so good, Lesley,” he murmurs against my skin. “Say it again.”

  “I’m yours,” I moan as his tongue presses against my clit.

  “Fuck … I love hearing those words,” he growls, and he starts sucking like crazy.

  It’s so good; I get to the point where I’m scrambling to hold something. My fingernails dig into the wood as I struggle to breathe while moaning. His tongue works me like magic, and when his fingers join in, I lose it.

  “Fuck me,” I groan.

  “See? If you give in to the pleasure, it’s much easier …”

  “Oh, shut up,” I sneer.

  His free hand finds its way underneath my dress again, and he pinches my nipple so hard I almost scream. “Fuck!”

  “I told you not to deny me,” he says. “That includes back talking.”

  “All right, all right, I get it,” I squeal, and he lets go.

  I can feel him grin against my skin. “Mine …”

  And somehow, that short sentence has me going crazy again.

  It’s so easy. I’m too easy. For him, at least. God, I fell so hard for him, and I’m not sure I wanna stop. It’s just too damn good.

  Especially when he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, making it impossible for me to focus on any of the sensations. It’s so much, too much, and I’m about to explode in bliss.

  “Fuck, I’m coming,” I moan.

  “Yes,” he groans, his fingers digging into my skin as he holds me close to his face. “Do it. I want to taste your cum.”

  His command and the pressure his tongue applies to my pussy makes me let it all go. My body begins to shake, and delicious waves flow through my body as the orgasm rolls through me.

  “Fuck!” I moan again, wishing I could feel this forever.

  He keeps licking me—like he’s desperate for more, like he loves everything about me—and it feels so good.

  “Yes … fuck indeed,” he murmurs. “This was my thank you for being such a great girlfriend,” he muses, getting me fired up by using that word.

  He knows damn well how to get on my nerves. In fact, he likes it there. That spot between love and hate … and I can’t say I don’t love it too. Hating to love him is like a drug to me, and I can’t get enough.

  “But now it’s my turn …” he growls, and he grabs me by the dress, pulls me off the desk, and pushes me down to the floor. His hands immediately reach for his pants, and he unzips to reveal he’s gone commando today.

  And boy, do I love the sight of that rock-hard dick.

  He pulls it out and brings it to my mouth. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pushes me closer until my mouth is on the tip. I open my mouth, and he thrusts inside, not giving me a second to prepare. I gulp and suck him off as hard as I can, wanting to taste every inch of him.

  The way I’m hidden underneath his desk is so goddamn filthy, licking his length while he looks down at me with those greedy, hungry eyes. I love it.

  He doesn’t go slow. It’s hard and fast, and it makes me gag, but it’s oh so delicious. The saltiness of his pre-cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down.

  “Yes … take it deep,” he commands. “Show me how filthy you are for me.”

  I moan with delight as he holds my head down and makes me take him all the way.

  “Hold it,” he growls, and a needy groan follows, setting my body ablaze.

  I have to admit it’s fucking sexy when he does that. My pussy is ready for more.

  But I know he’s not stopping. Not until after he’s made me eat his cum.

  “Are you mine?” he asks as he takes out his cock.

  I nod. “Yes.”

  He rams it back in again, and the tears spring to my eyes. “You, your panties, and your body belong to me. No one else.”

  I hum with the agreement and curl my tongue around his shaft. I can feel his veins thicken as the pressure builds, and I massage his balls as he thrusts back in again.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna come so hard, and you’re going to swallow it all,” he commands. “Won’t you?”

  “Fuck yes,” I moan when he pulls out again.

  “Good.” The wicked smile on his face makes me gush.

  I’m panting, but I can’t catch a break because he keeps going … and I’m loving every second of it.

  Three thrusts later, he howls and a jet of seed spurts deep into my throat. He forces me to take it to the base, holding my head there while I gulp down the load. It’s so much; half of it drips from my mouth, but I keep sucking and licking until the stream stops and all that’s left is a bobbing cock in my wet mouth.

  “Fuck … that felt good,” he murmurs, leaning back in his chair. He looks sated. Just like me.

  However, there’s a knock on the door followed by quick feet.

  “Excuse me, sir, I have—”

  “Gillian!”

  Shit.

  How did she get in? Did I forget to lock the door? I must have. Shit!

  TJ pushes me under the desk, holding my head down while he scoots forward, trapping me underneath in a very narrow space. I hold my breath and listen, hoping she can’t hear or see me.

  He clears his throat. “What is it?”

  I tuck his cock back in and zip him up, but it makes him so uneasy that I can hear him suck in a breath. His hand dives underneath and slaps my hand away, making me wanna snigger, but I hold my hand in front of my mouth to keep the noise from coming out.

  “Sorry, sir, I didn’t know you were busy.” I can hear Gillian’s feet coming closer. Something’s slipped onto the desk. “Your brother called. I told him you were busy, but he wouldn’t have it. He demanded you call him back. Sorry, sir.” She pauses. “Anyway, if you need me, you know where to find me.”

  “Thank you, Gillian,” TJ says, and I can hear her walk out the door.

  The moment it closes, I push him back and crawl out from underneath the desk. “What the hell was that all about? Your brother? Why would he call your office?”

  “Because my cell phone’s off. I was expecting company.” He gazes down at me with a raised brow. “You forgot to lock the door.”

  “Sorry,” I scoff as I nudge down my dress again “Is she gone?”

  “Yes,” he replies, giving me a hand. “But that was one amazing fuck.”

  I grin. “Tell me about it.” I let out a sigh. “Too bad it had to end that way. I didn’t think she’d just barge in here without calling you first, or you know, wait for a response after she knocked.”

  “Well, she’s not supposed to, but I guess she got scared. Who doesn’t when my brother barks at you.”

  I laugh. “He’s not that bad.”

  TJ grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer so he can press a kiss between my breasts. “He’s not bad … but you are.”

  “You’re the one who asked me to be bad.”

  “Which is exactly why I love you,” h
e murmurs, gazing up at me with those amazing eyes.

  And then it hits me. He actually said the words.

  I love you.

  Suddenly, the phone rings, and the moment passes when TJ picks up. “What is it?”

  I can hear Gillian’s voice through the phone. “I’m sorry, sir, but he really wouldn’t stop until I connect you to him, so here he is …”

  TJ frowns. “Flynn?”

  “Bro, what the fuck did you do?”

  “What the fuck did I do? What are you talking about?” He folds his arms.

  “Your face is all over the newspapers.”

  “What?” he shouts.

  “It’s bad, dude. Really bad. Ma’s freaking out. She saw it in the newspaper they brought into her room this morning. She won’t shut up about it. You worried her to death, TJ,” his brother yells.

  My eyes widen. “What is he talking about?”

  TJ puts his hand on the phone to block the sound. “Gillian!”

  She immediately struts back in, and I adjust my dress once more in case something was wrong with it. I don’t want her to notice. “How did you …?” She looks puzzled as she sees me. I guess it’s already too late. She forgot I came in here, and now that she sees me again, she’s wondering how I got here in the first place. The thing is, I never left.

  “Doesn’t matter,” TJ interrupts. “Get me today’s newspaper.”

  “How could you do this to Ma?” Flynn shouts back at TJ on the phone.

  “I don’t know what happened. Just let me look at the newspaper first, okay?” TJ snaps.

  Gillian just stands there, flabbergasted.

  “Gillian … Now,” TJ barks at her, which gets her to move.

  “Right away, sir,” Gillian mumbles, turning around to sashay back to her desk. However, the moment she lays her eyes on the front page, they’re practically glued to it. She doesn’t take her eyes off it until it’s on TJ’s desk.

  “I … I’m sorry, sir,” she says with a concerned look on her face. “I should probably … leave you to it.”

  He picks up the paper she put on his desk and stares at it. His face goes from annoyed to pure fear.

  “Fuck, no …” His nostrils flare. “I’ll call you back, Flynn.” He smacks the phone back on the desk.

  “What happened?” I peek over his shoulder to see what it is.

  He grinds his teeth, and his fingers tremble as he holds the newspaper. “They actually did it.”

  I gape in shock at the newspaper. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

  His picture on the front page with a big quote underneath it that says ‘Morrows - Toys4Dogs or Panties4CEO?’

  Chapter 26

  TJ

  “What?” she yelps, startling even me. “They know about your panty collection? How?” Her eyes keep darting back and forth between me and the newspaper. The look in her eyes makes my stomach do a flip.

  “Fuck … I knew this would come back to bite me in the ass.” I crumple up a piece of the paper in anger.

  “What did?” She grabs a chair and sits down next to me, grabbing my hand. “You have to tell me.”

  “It’s not something you can fix,” I say, jerking away my hand. I don’t want her pity. I just want this to go away. I stare at the newspaper, wondering if I could’ve done things differently so I wouldn’t have ended up with my face plastered all over the news. If this will mean the end of my career.

  Because let’s face it … something this shocking, this scandalous, won’t be accepted by the public. They’ll scrutinize me and the company to the point where me leaving would be a simpler solution to deal with the attention.

  “You don’t know that,” Lesley says after a while. “But I can’t even try to help if you won’t tell me what happened. Was it my fault?” She’s wearing a concerned frown on her face and a sad look in her eyes. “I swear, I didn’t tell anyone.”

  I lean in and place a hand on her cheek, caressing her softly. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything. At least, not to my knowledge.” I smirk and shrug, but that won’t change a thing about the situation I’m in.

  “Then who did?” she asks, cocking her head so she can look me in the eyes.

  “Yeah, TJ …” Beau’s sudden entrance caught me off guard. “Who did it?”

  I make a face at him. “Like you don’t already know.”

  He crosses his arms. “I can’t believe it’s come to this. I thought you dealt with her.”

  “I thought I did too,” I reply. “But flies are hard to swat, remember?”

  He purses his lips. “Damn right they are. And now look at this.” He holds up a newspaper he brought in. “It’s all over the news.”

  “What is?” Lesley asks. “Just tell me what’s going on, please.”

  I sigh. I didn’t want to tell her this because it’s not something I’m proud of, but I guess I can’t avoid it any longer.

  “I had another intern before you came along. She worked hard, and I liked that. But she was also very enthusiastic about working with me …and that’s an understatement.”

  “Very,” Beau adds.

  She seems a little confused, so I guess I need to elaborate.

  “She got a little too friendly.”

  “Too friendly,” Beau adds again, and I give him a look. “What?”

  Her lips form an o shape. “She tried to get in your pants?”

  “Oh yes … and I know what you’re thinking. I’m a player, a cocky bastard … a different chick every day.”

  “Oh, yeah, he’s like a pussy magnet,” Beau scoffs, and I roll my eyes.

  “But that’s all talk. It’s not true,” I say. “I never pursue girls unless I really like them.”

  “You just want people to believe you’re a ho-bag,” she says.

  “Damn girl,” Beau cheers. “That’s on point.”

  “Maybe.” I shrug. “But the point is, she actually thought she could use me. At first, she just tried to seduce me, and I did eventually end up kissing her. However,” I say, gazing explicitly into her eyes, “I didn’t pursue it further.”

  “She felt ignored,” she says and does she hit the nail on the head.

  “Yes.” I tap my pen on the desk from frustration. “She kept pushing for a relationship, despite me telling her I wasn’t interested. She wouldn’t have it. Eventually, she ended up threatening to expose me if I didn’t give her a raise, so I had to fire her.”

  “Expose you?” she mutters.

  “Yes.” I let out another sigh. “As my intern, I asked her to take Dozer for a walk about once a week, to which she agreed, but …”

  “She went through your stash,” Lesley says.

  “So she knows about your panty addiction too?” Beau says.

  “I found my own panties in his closet before he told me,” Lesley replies.

  Beau cringes. “Ouch.”

  “Exactly,” Lesley says. “But I forgave him.”

  “Can we get back to the important things?” I purse my lips. “That girl knew she could use it against me. Threatened to expose me if I didn’t love her back, so I fired her instead. What else was I supposed to do?” I exclaim.

  “You did the right thing,” Lesley says.

  “Really? Because now she’s going to take my career away from me and possibly even this goddamn business.” I chuck the pen onto the desk, feeling defeated. “Goddammit. I never thought she’d stoop so low and actually talk to the press about me.”

  “What a bitch,” Beau mutters.

  “No wonder you were so apprehensive to hire me. It was because of her, wasn’t it?” Lesley asks.

  “Yeah … but also because I knew you were the one who sent me the panties, of course.”

  “Right.”

  “But it is why Gillian’s so uptight around you,” I add.

  Beau bursts out into laughter, drawing our attention, and he immediately stops laughing. “Okay, I’ll see myself out now. Tell me if you need my help.” He winks at me. “You know
I’m here if you need me.”

  “Thanks,” I say as he closes the door behind him.

  “So Gillian knows about your panty collection?” Lesley continues.

  “God no,” I say, my eyes almost bulging out of my head because of the scare. “Fuck, I don’t think I’d survive.”

  She chuckles. “But then why …?”

  “She knows about the extortion. She’s skittish around any new female co-worker. It’s just who she is. She’s trying to protect me.”

  “Hmm.” She rubs her chin. “Well, that does explain it. Still, what that girl did to you was wrong.”

  “She was mad I rejected her.”

  “That’s no reason to use your panty addiction as extortion.”

  I grimace. “Panty addiction?”

  “Well,” she says, shrugging, “what else would you call it?”

  “An eclectic taste,” I muse.

  She snorts and smacks her hand against her mouth, preventing more laughter from escaping. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “It isn’t funny. But maybe a little.”

  “It’s not,” I agree. “Panties are serious business. You should know. You sell them, right?”

  “Right.” She nods, a little distracted. I wonder what she’s thinking about.

  “You don’t sell them anymore?”

  “I do, but I was thinking of quitting.”

  “Tell me why.” I spin in my chair so I can look at her properly, and it captures her attention just the way it should.

  “Why do you sound like you’re interested? You do realize this involves other pervy men?” she notes.

  “Yeah, I’m not saying I like that part. On the contrary, I’d probably want to kill the son of a bitch who tries to get his hands on your panties.”

  I already feel murderous when I think of it.

  I take a deep breath to control my urges. “But it’s your business. I’m not going to tell you what’s right or wrong. I just want to know what’s going on in your head.”

  “I don’t know. The panty-selling thing just doesn’t feel right anymore. And I’ve got this job now, so I can pay my bills.” She narrows her eyes. “Is it weird if I say that it feels like cheating?”

  “No.” I laugh. “But I understand. You have to do what you think is best.”