The Billionaire Boss Collection

by Penny Ward

The way he looks at me makes me feel amazing.

  There is desire, passion and lust in his eyes.

  When he looks at me, I have never felt more like a woman.

  I feel erotic.

  While lying on the bed, Jackson’s large body comes over the top of me, and I look up to his beautiful face.

  Again, he stares at me.

  This time, he is not staring at my body but into my eyes.

  And not just my eyes…

  He is looking at me.

  The real me.

  When his hard cock touches my wetness again, it jolts me back to reality. His hardness easily slides back into me.

  Deep.

  Yes…

  He holds in me for a few moments and I can feel it pulsating inside me. He is throbbing with passion.

  With Jackson inside me, I feel whole.

  I feel complete.

  As he holds his cock deep inside my pussy, he gazes into my eyes again.

  My heart melts as I look deep into his gorgeous eyes.

  Wow…

  This feels right. This feels real. This feels…

  Yes…

  Jackson slowly withdraws and smoothly enters me again.

  Oh yes…

  As he slowly withdraws and enters me again, I run my hands over his perfect body. My hands easily smooth over his strong muscles, brushing against his skin.

  I love touching his body.

  It is perfect in every way.

  Again he slowly withdraws and enters me again.

  He is so deep.

  “Take me,” I plead with him.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demands from me.

  “I want you to take me hard,” I demand.

  It feels so good to demand what I want.

  It feels so good to be a strong, confident woman that knows what she wants.

  “Harder,” I demand.

  He smiles with a mischievous grin that tells me this is going to be wild…

  Slam!

  “Yes!” I scream with surprise.

  Slam!

  Suddenly, Jackson is pounding me with his assertive strength. His whole body forces down onto mine, thumping my butt into the bed. He is so strong and powerful that I feel helpless under his dominance.

  Helpless, vulnerable… but cared for.

  Loved.

  The thrusting continues.

  “Yes Jackson! Yes!” I scream.

  Jackson becomes quicker.

  “Fuck yes!!”

  And deeper.

  Yes! Yes! Yes!

  Harder!!

  From deep inside, I can feel a moan beginning.

  It starts deep within my body and gets stronger and stronger.

  I can’t hold it in.

  I bring my arm around the back of Jackson’s neck and try to keep the moan quiet.

  But Jackson keeps slamming me.

  I can’t contain it!

  As I hold onto him tightly, I let it out of my lips.

  “Yes…” the moan enhances my approaching orgasm.

  Wow…

  I hold onto Jackson tight as he continues to thrust deep into me. I am lost in his body. Lost in his aggressive pounding.

  Yes!

  Beauty touches every part of my body, my head lost in dizziness.

  Oh…

  The world around me becomes brighter – lighter – as Jackson continues thrusting with strength, slamming himself into me with a consistent pattern. My head is spinning.

  This is my moment.

  I deserve this.

  Yes!

  His desire is saturating.

  His passion is drenching.

  The lust is overwhelming.

  Jackson’s strong hands push down on my shoulders, holding me still as he rides into me.

  He has taken control of me and I am all his.

  In this moment, I have no control.

  Jackson slows his thrusting and I come back to reality.

  I look up to him and see a smile stretched across his face.

  He stops thrusting and then withdraws from me.

  My chest is panting as he watches over me.

  “You are the most perfect person I have ever met,” he whispers.

  I can’t respond to him - I am too high from the orgasm.

  I wait for him to return.

  Please.

  Fuck me again.

  I need it.

  Slowly, his comes back over my body. His hardness touches my pussy and slides back in.

  Gently.

  Then…

  Slam!

  He thrusts again!

  “Yes!” I can’t help the scream that escapes my lips.

  His hard cock drives deep into my pussy, pounding me with passion.

  I am lost in his rhythm.

  Orgasm rushes over me again…

  Flooding me like a river.

  The world becomes light again…

  My head is spinning…

  He continues to pound into me…

  Oh…

  Yes…

  My nails dig into his skin.

  I am primal as the orgasm catches me again.

  I feel his climax coming.

  He grows louder and slams harder.

  Then…

  Oh…

  He reaches his peak…

  Oh…

  It ends…

  Jackson slowly stops thrusting and falls next to me on the bed. I cuddle into his warm body and his strong arm wraps around me.

  Yes.

  The warm embrace is perfect.

  And it is everything I ever wanted…

  The End

  A Very Dirty Boss

  By

  Lara West

  A VERY DIRTY BOSS

  Ladies, it’s all about size. I should know.

  I’ve got size. I’ve got strength. I’ve got arrogance. In fact, I have all the right assets - money, muscles, and my own billion-dollar business. I might sound like a prick to you but I don’t care. There are plenty more girls like you out there. I haven’t got time for you.

  I haven’t got time for anyone.

  But the only girl that has ever touched my heart is now my personal assistant. I’m not going to let her have power over me this time. No. I’m going to use her like I use every other girl. Dine her, screw her and leave. But I can’t seem to shake this feeling. It’s… something more than just perfect sex. It’s…

  No. I’m the alpha male. I feel nothing for this girl.

  Or maybe, just this once, I’m wrong...

  Chapter 1

  Anna

  “Pardon my French, sir, but you have to be shitting me?!”

  Mr. Hartz, my boss, throws me a cautious look. It reminds me of the same one my father gives me when I swear in front of him. Even though I’m twenty-four years old, my father still treats me like a child. And seeing that I still live with him, biting my tongue is a constant battle.

  I know I’m crossing the line by saying the word “shitting” to Mr. Hartz. After all, who swears at their boss?

  A fired person, that’s who.

  But Mr. Hartz has become a second father figure to me while I’ve worked for his company. I’ve been here for a solid four years now - two years as an intern (while I was still studying business administration at Dartmouth) and two years as a full-time employee once I graduated – and so naturally I feel comfortable around him.

  So much so that a swear word tends to fly out from time to time.

  Besides, he just dropped a bombshell on me. And the fallout might be catastrophic.

  “Anna… Lucas has worked damn hard these last few years. He deserves the promotion,” Mr. Hartz states with a don’t-push-your-luck expression on his face. “I started him off as a team leader and the manager of deliveries so that he could prove to me that he’s willing to work hard to get ahead in life.”

  “I know that,” I exhale. “I just don’t share your faith in him. What about Max?”

  “Max has a wife an
d two small kids. He prefers being the assistant director, not the director of the whole enterprise. It means that he doesn’t have to spend extra hours at the office and go away on business trips.” He pauses and lets out a hearty sigh. “Look, I know you and Lucas have history, but it’d be nice to have you on board with this. You’re the best PA the company’s ever had, and I’d like you to continue in the position when Lucas takes over next month.”

  What?

  Next month?

  That soon?

  The ground may as well open up and swallow me whole right now. My cushiony, good salaried job might just bite the dust.

  There’s no way I can work for Lucas - #degenerate trust-fund jock notorious for blowing his share of his family’s fortune on hookers in Las Vegas when he was only nineteen - #biggest-prick-on-the-planet.

  He may have the body of a Spartan warrior, the face of Adonis, and the voice of a sex God, but I for one am not falling for that smooth, lying, asshole of a Casanova.

  Uh-uh. Not for a second time.

  “But he’s not fit to run the company,” I continue to protest. “Can’t you advertise and find someone else? Someone more mature?”

  Mr. Hartz carves a warm, understanding smile but his words are firm. “He’s my nephew, Anna. I need to give him a shot at this. Hartz Brothers Removals & Storage is a family business. Ever since Lucas’s dad, Jack, died, I can’t help but think this is what he would’ve wanted. Jack started this company with me too.”

  “I know,” I say, sinking further into the chair by his desk. “It’s just… Lucas is-”

  “A pain in the ass, I know,” he interjects with a chuckle. “But he’s proven himself worthy of a chance and I’m going to give it to him.”

  After I inevitably tell my boss that I support his decision and will stay onboard until his nephew drives me so far up the wall that I’m forced to quit, I saunter out of his office and back to my desk.

  And I thought the break-up with Jake last month was hands down the worst thing to happen this year.

  Boy, was I fucking wrong.

  Chapter 2

  Lucas

  It’s funny – I always thought my uncle was a douche. Not like me douche, not tough. But the complete opposite: too soft for his own good.

  He always seems so relaxed and generous. He’s too nice to people. The director of a billion-dollar company should not be “nice”. They should be hard-lipped, ruthless when they need to be, and a total player when it comes to banging women.

  Which is why I know that I am the right man for the job.

  Being the head honcho of Hartz Brothers Removals & Storage is going to be fucking sweet. I wonder if my uncle’s penthouse comes with the gig.

  Hello bachelor pad in midtown Manhattan, goodbye Mom’s twelve million dollar, yet cramped, townhouse.

  What can I say - five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a study, a garden with a courtyard and pool, and a private cinema just don’t do it for me. I want more luxury than that. I want the view of a King surveying his city.

  Oh, yes. That penthouse better come with a big red bow attached.

  Something that has got me on edge, though, is working alongside Anna. I thought I was done with her – that part of my past never to be revived. But now I’m forced to, at least, be civil to her seeing as my uncle made it clear that the director’s position comes with one mandatory attachment.

  The current PA, fucking Anna Fitzgerald.

  I remember the conversation with my uncle yesterday in vivid detail. He called me into his office after I’d finished the paperwork for the final delivery of the day.

  I was slouching in one of the chairs by his desk; fully expecting him to bust my ass over some banked up deliveries, only to hear him say, “Lucas, you’ve proven your loyalty to the company. I’m giving you the reigns.”

  My eyes had almost popped out of my skull. Was he appointing me the head of the enterprise? Just like that?

  I thought the old timer must have lost his marbles.

  “Ah… are you serious?” I stumbled out.

  “Of course,” he said firmly. “I know it’s what your father would’ve wanted. And I’m pushing sixty-two. It’s time for me to retire and get some overdue R & R.”

  I could hardly believe my ears. I knew that I’d be promoted to assistant director some day, but director…? I thought that was a long way off.

  If ever.

  His son and my cousin, Max, was the next obvious choice.

  “Is Max okay with this?”

  “Yes, he’s a family man. He doesn’t want the extra weight. However, he’ll still be the assistant director and advising you, so I implore you to listen to him. He knows this business inside out.”

  “Yes, sir,” I told him.

  I didn’t mind Max being my right-hand man. He and I have always got along. That won’t be an issue whatsoever.

  “Oh, and there’s one more thing… It’s not negotiable and comes with being the director.” I creased my eyebrows, curious as to what he was going to say. “You’ll have a PA.”

  Images of a busty blonde, a smoldering brunette or a fiery redhead flew into my mind. A plan was already in motion to interview as many hot girls as possible. Now that would be fun.

  But then my uncle said her name. Anna.

  “I’m aware that you two have a history,” he continued, clearing his throat. “Will that be a problem? Because Anna is an asset to this company. I wouldn’t dream of letting her go.”

  I had wanted to ask him how much he knew about Anna and me.

  Does he know I fucked her tight, little pussy in the back of my mom’s Beamer?

  And that we haven’t said shit all to each other since?

  “I’m sure we can put our differences aside,” I said, my tone reassuring. But in truth, I had no fucking idea how it was going to work.

  Anna hates me. Like really hates me. Not that I can blame her. After out wild roll in the hay, I pretended that she didn’t exist.

  If I were a chick, I’d want to kick me in the balls too.

  But I didn’t ignore her because I didn’t like her. It was just the reverse – she made my damn head spin.

  I knew that if we started something up, I’d turn into one of those doting boyfriend types. Screw that. I wanted to play the field first. Be a free man and all that jazz.

  Little-Miss-Perfect-Dartmouth, barely-cracks-a-smile, uppity-princess, won’t be happy about any of this. And it’s going to be damn hard to stop myself from hitting on her too.

  Maybe I can get her to wear a paper bag over her head to distract me from those smoky gray eyes and plump pink lips that were once wrapped around my cock.

  Back in high school, Anna was untouchable - an off-limits zone to every guy, except me.

  I’m the only one who finally got to her and made her moan in ways I bet no one has been able to since.

  One thing I will say about Anna, though, is that even after I snubbed her, she didn’t show any signs of caring. In fact, I’m pretty sure she wrote me off as a man whore who didn’t live up to his otherwise highly satisfying reputation.

  Hmm… all those ditzy cheerleaders sure knew their way around a guy’s most valued anatomy.

  But of course, for my uncle, and for the sake of what’s best for the company, I’ll fall in line.

  For now.

  I’m going to play along with the whole boss and PA routine.

  Besides, how can I pass up the chance to get under Anna Fitzgerald’s skin and seduce all over again?

  Chapter 3

  Anna

  He stands in front of me, his naked, ripped physique making me quiver in secret places. As I watch him, his eyes wander over my body like a conqueror upon a new land. Ready to plunder.

  Before I even have a chance to blink, he’s on me, pushing me down onto the bed and yanking off my panties so he can slip his large, thick cock between my legs.

  I feel it warm against my thigh before it pushes through the opening of my cunt and slides along my
inner walls.

  I gasp, “Lucas...”

  He groans my name in reply, “Anna.” He repeats it in loud succession as he drives his cock in deeper. It feels way too familiar – the same as it was nine years ago.

  No, it’s even better than it was back then. More satisfying.

  When he kneads my breasts with his palms and looks down at my shuddering, joy-stricken sex face, it’s then I realize I’m his. I let go of all my inhibitions and let him grind into me. Owning me.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Soon I’m on the edge, begging him not to stop.

  I’m so close… so very close…

  “ANNA!”

  I open my eyes to find Dad hovering over my bed, glaring at me.

  “Dad?!” I shriek, jolting upright. “What are you doing?”

  “Anna, it’s six o’clock. Abigail and Lucas will be here any minute. Why aren’t you dressed?”

  Oh, crap. I forgot all about tonight. Dad has asked Abigail Hartz and her annoying son over for Friday night dinner.

  He’s going all out too – roast pork, oven baked veggies, homemade applesauce, onion gravy and Yorkshire puddings – which is weird. He hasn’t cooked a meal like that since Mom died.

  “I must have dozed off,” I say, pushing back the comforter and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be down soon.”

  I wave him off, and he strides out of my room, muttering incoherent words under his breath. He seems edgier than usual and somewhat nervous. What’s with that?

  Outside my window, the ruby orange sunset glows in the distance. I can’t believe I nodded off. One minute I was lying down contemplating the conversation I had with Mr. Hartz a few days ago, and the next I was waking up to Dad saying my name. Boy, I must have been one tired teddy.

  When my feet find the hardwood floor, I wince at my damp blouse sticking to my back. Great, I was sweating in my sleep. No, during my sex dream. I need to shower and get rid of the effect Lucas has had on me. Pronto.

  Does this mean I’m still attracted to him? Or has my subconscious just gone bonkers?