Bad Boss (Unprofessional Bad Boys Book 2)

by Clarissa Wild

  And everyone in this room has suddenly gone silent.

  I turn around and watch them, each one of them, with the harshest look I have.

  “They rescinded their story. And it’s not just them; all the news networks are running with it. The public will know TJ didn’t do anything, and it will take your company out of the spotlight and keep it from being blamed.”

  “Oh, my god …” TJ mutters, shaking his head like he can’t believe it.

  “And you’ve sent this to every news station?” one of the men asks.

  “Yes.”

  “Without permission,” another one says.

  “Well …” I bite my lip, wondering if this might still mean trouble. “I did, but it was for a good reason. Look, TJ’s my boss. I don’t want him to lose his job. He’s the best boss I could wish for. And this company too. He has a passion for it. Please don’t fire him. I beg you, please give him back his position. He won’t disappoint.”

  They’re all glaring at me, rubbing their chins and foreheads like they’re not even sure.

  “Well, I must say, you have one dedicated intern.” The man in the corner begins to laugh, and soon it seems as if everyone’s lost their anger.

  “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m impressed,” the fat one to the left says.

  “Thanks, I guess,” I reply, to which they all start to laugh again.

  “You’ve gone through an awful lot of trouble for him,” the bald one says.

  “What can I say? I like it here.” I shrug.

  He raises a brow. “Is that all?”

  I blush.

  TJ quickly inserts himself into the conversation. “She did all this with the best intentions.”

  “We know. We’re not going to fire her.”

  TJ nods like he’s pleased, but I’m not. I want him to stay here too. It’s his father’s company, after all. No one deserves it more than him.

  “What about him?” I ask.

  Their eyes shift back and forth between me, TJ, and each other, and it takes a while for the one at the end of the table to open his mouth.

  “Well, if this news item”—he holds up the USB—“can contain the damage, then I guess we can continue with business as usual.”

  TJ’s face lights up. “So you don’t want me to resign?”

  The man cocks his head and smiles. “As long as this whole panty thing doesn’t pop up anymore.”

  “YES!” TJ’s voice is so loud it has everyone jolting up and down in their seat, and I can’t help but let out a chuckle when he pumps his fist in the air.

  He jumps up from his seat and marches toward me.

  And then he does the weirdest thing ever.

  He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me.

  Right in front of the board members.

  Chapter 29

  TJ

  She’s the greatest gift that I ever got.

  And kissing her is the least I can do to thank her for saving my ass.

  So I do … I kiss her so damn hard she’s out of breath and out of energy by the time I’m done. Tongue and all, I claim her, devour her, own her.

  I need to because it’s my way to celebrate the fact I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.

  No one will take her or this company away from me. And I’ll be damned if those fuckers think they can do anything about it.

  “Well, okay …” one of them jokes in the back, and I can hear them laugh.

  I don’t give a shit. I’m still kissing her.

  When she’s out of oxygen, I draw back, and she sucks in some air. Her pink, swollen lips look so appetizing, and I’m almost tempted to go at it again, but I’d rather wait until we’re in private … so I can do much, much more than just kiss her.

  Because after what she just did, man … I’ve got a dick harder than steel.

  She briefly skims the room, and her cheeks turn bright red. “TJ, what the hell?” she hisses.

  With a stupid grin on my face, I shrug and say, “Oops.”

  More laughter is audible.

  “Relax. It’s fine,” one of the guys says.

  “It is?” Lesley mutters.

  The guys look disinterested. “It won’t cause a scandal, will it?”

  “No, of course not,” I say, still holding Lesley. “I’ll make sure of it.”

  “Good.” They close their files and get up from their chairs. “Then I guess we’re done here.”

  “So can he stay … Can I stay? … We’re not fired?” Lesley mutters, confused.

  I pull her aside as the men walk out and whisper, “We’re safe. You did good. Too good. So good, I think I wanna marry you.” I plant my lips on hers again.

  What can I say? I’m a horny motherfucker, and I’m madly in love with her.

  Those two combined are like fireworks stuck in a jar. They’re bound to explode, and this is what happens; uncontrollable kissing.

  The groping will have to wait … until they’re gone, of course.

  Her mouth unlatches from mine. “What did you say?” she murmurs.

  “You heard me …” I grin and kiss her again, unable to hold back.

  “Okay, we’ll leave you two to it,” one of them men says, clearing his throat.

  The others laugh and pass us. However, I have no intention of staying here. I need to have this sassy lady right fucking now, and I’m not doing it in a room with windows.

  I grab her hand and drag her along with me down the hallway.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, barely able to keep up.

  “Down,” I say, pressing the elevator button frantically.

  The board members just used it to go down, and now we have to wait. Goddammit, I hate having to wait when I want to fuck her brains out.

  “So … everything’s good?” she asks again, smiling hesitantly.

  “Yes,” I say sternly. “Now stop asking and come with me.”

  I pull her into the elevator, and when the doors close, I can’t help but put my hands and tongue all over her. I shower her with kisses and drag my wet tongue along her neck as I grasp her tight. I squeeze her ass and groan into her mouth from delight.

  “Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” she asks, giggling in my arms.

  “You,” I murmur as I swipe my tongue along her breasts. “Or rather, me … deep inside you.”

  “Ohh …” Her hot moan makes me so greedy I smash my lips onto hers again, wanting to taste every inch of what belongs to me.

  Before I met her, I was so hesitant about any relationship. After what happened with my previous assistant, I didn’t trust anyone. And then she came along and proved me wrong.

  “God, I’m so fucking happy I have you,” I murmur. “Hiring you was the best decision I ever made.”

  She laughs, tilting her head back. “Oh, yeah, except it was a co-worker I have to thank for that, wasn’t it? Who was it again?”

  “Beau. But we have more important things to do right now … more specifically, I do you.”

  “I don’t need sex as a thank you,” she says, kissing me back with a grin on her face.

  “Thank you, my ass. This is because I want you, end of story,” I growl, squeezing her tits too.

  She squeals, laughing. “Well, you’re welcome anyway.”

  “Want me to spell it out for you?” I muse, and I dip out my tongue to draw the letters on her skin. “Thank you.”

  “Oh, god, you’re so fucking weird,” she replies.

  “Babe, you haven’t seen me at my weirdest yet.” I smirk. “But you will if you come with me, right now.”

  “Where to?” she asks.

  “You’ll see,” I say.

  The doors open again, and she scrambles to pat her clothes down and pretend we weren’t using this elevator for foreplay. Clearing her throat, she looks at me and her co-workers who see us walk into the hallway. I know they’re seeing us together, and I know they’ll probably ask themselves why I’m dragging her into the bathroom, b
ut at this point, I honestly don’t care anymore.

  Screw the rules. If they’re gonna rat on me, then so be it. The board members already know, and I’m the only one who can fire Lesley. So what are they going to do? Point and stare? Gossip? Let them. I’m done hiding myself and my life. It’s time I lived for myself … and my girl.

  Because damn, I am ready to say yes to that.

  I push her into the bathroom and lock the door.

  With the palm of her hands, she leans with her back against the sink, tentatively watching me from afar. I get it … She’s scared, wondering what I’m going to do. And she should be because I feel like a fucking beast; that’s how badly I wanna taste her.

  “What now?” she asks seductively.

  “Now I eat your pussy,” I growl as I stomp toward her.

  I lift her up on the sink in one go, making her squeal as I shove her skirt up and rip her panties off. I’m not interested in being soft or nice. I’m going to show her just how thankful I am.

  Taking a whiff of the panties gets my blood pumping and my cock erect. And when I look into her eyes, I see the same need for dirty sex reflecting back at me.

  “Open,” I growl, and when her lips part, I shove the panties inside. “Keep those in there.”

  She nods as I bend over and dip my tongue into her pussy immediately.

  “Jesus!” she mumbles through the cloth, and it partially drops from her mouth.

  I rip down her shirt, pop out her tit and give it a good slap.

  She squeals with excitement and rage.

  “I told you to keep them in there.”

  “Goddammit,” she murmurs as I shove it back inside. Then I give her other tit a slap too, making her squeal again. I love the sound of that. “That’s for talking back to your boss.”

  She frowns and pouts, but there’s no further mumbling, so I assume she’s finally settled on the fact I’m going to take what belongs to me. What’s always belonged to me from day one.

  “Keep those legs wide open,” I growl as I slide my tongue down her slit. “I wanna see and feel it all.”

  I swivel around her clit and suck hard, not giving a shit whether I’m going too fast. I’m way past foreplay. Way past wanting to take it slow. I’m going for it.

  So I thrust my index finger and middle finger inside her pussy and probe her too.

  “Fuck!” she moans through the cloth, so I give her tit another spanking.

  “I told you you’d get a spanking if you didn’t listen.”

  “That was days ago!”

  “And now I’m finally doing it,” I reply, grinning as I see her narrow her eyes at me. “And you love every …” Slap. “Single.” Slap! “Slap.” A final short thud against her nipple has her pussy wet.

  I know she loves it. Even if she denies it, she likes it when I’m an asshole. That’s why she fell for me in the first place. I’m the right kind of asshole. The asshole who makes you laugh and then fucks you like no one else can.

  And she wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m sure of it.

  I run my tongue along her slit and push my fingers back inside, building up to the most amazing orgasm a girl could have. I can see it on her face and the way she’s barely able to keep the panties inside, clutching them with her teeth. How her muscles draw me inside her pussy, and her engorged clit taunts me.

  Her moans turn me on so much that my fingers dig into her skin as I hold her ass. I want to taste every single inch of her, every explosion. And when it comes … I’m in fucking seventh heaven.

  “Fuck yes,” I groan, licking and sucking like there’s no tomorrow.

  She’s panting and squirming on the sink, the panties rolling out of her mouth as she comes hard.

  I catch them and tuck them into my pocket. Then I push my fingers inside a few more times before pulling them back and licking them off. I fucking love her taste, more than I love the scent of panties. And that says something.

  I twist her around and push her against the sink while undoing my zipper and taking out my cock. “Remember that point of no return?” I muse, rubbing my dick along her wet slit to make it nice and slippery. “We’re going there again.”

  “What?” she mutters, glancing at me over her shoulder.

  I rest my tip against her back entrance, spitting a few times, then I push inside and watch her mouth go from ooh to aah as I say, “I’m taking your ass.”

  “Fuck!” she squeals as I push in slowly. “Oh my god, it’s so tight.”

  “Exactly why I love it …” I grin as I slowly disappear inside her. “And fuck me, your ass is the best.” I give it a good smack, and she almost jolts up, but my dick keeps her right where she should be. Fucked hard against the sink, just the way I like it.

  “Jesus, you could’ve warned me you were going to do that.” Her voice changes pitch every time I push in farther.

  “Surprise is half the fun,” I muse, spitting on my length again. “And your scream was the best.”

  “Fucker …” she hisses, so I slap her ass again.

  “Manners, Lesley.”

  “Says the dude who’s got his dick up my ass!”

  “And you damn well like it!” I reply, burying myself in to the base.

  “Fuck …” she moans.

  “See? You do like it.” I pull back out and go back in again, slowly increasing the pace.

  “That’s just because I’m horny,” she says.

  “Lies …You like it now, and you liked it before.” I bang her harder and harder until she’s clenching the sink with both hands, trying to keep up. “I know your ass is mine, just like your panties are mine, and everything else that is you is mine.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me,” she mewls, making me grin.

  “You’d better,” I growl, spanking her again for good measure. “Are you my filthy girl, Lesley?”

  “Oh, yeah …” She moans, spreading her cheeks for me.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m your filthy girl.” She licks her lips, and it’s enough to set me off.

  I ram into her with everything I’ve got, giving her the royal treatment as I thrum my fingers along her clit. “Gonna come again, filthy girl?” I groan.

  “Fuck, yes … Harder!” she moans, and I do exactly that.

  I fuck her like she deserves to be fucked. Without holding back, I take and take until we’re both on the edge of bliss. She quivers and I come so damn hard.

  I growl with delight as I unload in her ass, filling her to the brim. She falls apart against the sink, quaking with need from my fingers. It’s the best fucking sound in the world.

  After I’m finished, I pull out of her and watch my cum drip from her. Another smack to the ass has her shrieking.

  “Fuck!”

  “Exactly,” I say, chuckling.

  “What the fuck was that even?” she asks, shaking her head.

  “I told you I’d fuck you into oblivion.” I tuck my flaccid cock back in and zip up.

  “That was an understatement,” she says.

  I laugh and help her get up then hand her a paper towel to wipe off with. “Sorry, I just had to have you.” I grab her hand and kiss the top. “I love you.”

  “Are you just saying that because I saved your ass?”

  “No.” I grab her chin and make her look at me. “But I am very thankful … if you didn’t notice already.”

  A sly smile spreads across her lips as I bend over to kiss her. “I love you too,” she murmurs.

  And I can’t help but say, “Are you just saying that because I fucked your ass?”

  We both burst out into laughter.

  And then I smash my lips on hers and give her the best after-fuck kiss she’s ever had.

  With a proud smile on my face, I hold her hand as we walk outside … only to realize literally everyone on this floor is looking at us.

  I’m not kidding. All her co-workers just watched us come out of the bathroom together. And we just stand there, completely fro
zen, unsure of how to react or what to do.

  Chapter 30

  TJ

  Should we run? Should we try to hide it? Should we pretend nothing was going on?

  Some of them whisper to each other, others grin like crazy, and some just seem unimpressed.

  Beau slides up from the side and nudges me. “Dude …”

  “What?” I say. “We were just taking a piss. It’s a unisex toilet.”

  “Uh-huh …” He winks, and then he speaks out loud. “Everybody knows.”

  “What?” Lesley’s eyes widen, and her fingers quickly unravel from mine.

  And suddenly, everyone begins to cheer.

  Like out loud and with clapping.

  I have no idea what’s going on.

  “Fuck, yeah!” one of the co-workers yells.

  “Way to go, TJ!” another one yells.

  To the left, two exchange fist bumps, and to the right, one gives money to another. They actually bet on when we’d be having sex. Seriously.

  “You’re not kidding,” I mutter, shaking my head.

  “No, obviously,” Beau says, sighing. “Honey, we’re not blind. Everybody knew what was going on between you two. We could see it from a mile away. You two sneaking off, looking at each other like two damn lovebirds. It was sickening!” He rolls his eyes, making me laugh.

  “And here I was thinking we could keep this a secret,” I say, gazing at Lesley.

  “Honey, don’t worry,” Beau says, patting me on the shoulder. “We’re all just happy you finally found each other.”

  “Fucking finally!” one of the co-workers shouts, making us all laugh.

  “But … you all know he’s my boss. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to get a raise or something,” Lesley says.

  “Of course not,” Beau says. “We all knew from day one you two were going to end up together.”

  Lesley frowns. “How?” And she looks at me like I have the answers.