Best of Penny Wylder: Boss Romance

by Wylder, Penny

  "You have? When?"

  "While I was pacing the apartment waiting for you to get here."

  She looks at me expectantly. "Well, are you going to tell me?"

  "No." I lean down and kiss her. "Not yet, anyway."

  She huffs. "Why not?"

  "Because we won, and I don't want to talk about business for a while. I want to talk about us."

  "Okay," she says, relaxing further into me.

  "Are you hungry?"

  She plays with the buttons on my shirt. "Not really, why?"

  "Just wondering."

  "No.” She sits up straighter. "You're hedging. What do you want to say?"

  "Well, it's actually more like something I want to ask."

  Alyssa rolls her eyes, "I'm waiting."

  "Do you remember when I asked you to trust me?"

  She pulls her hands away. "Yes."

  "We took one big step in our relationship today, and I'd like it if we took another."

  "You want to tie me up,” she says quietly. It's not a sad quiet, more contemplative, and I feel a spark of hope.

  "I do want that. If you're not ready for it, that's fine. I'm not going to pressure you into it by making it into a fantasy you can't resist. I'm not going to manipulate you that way. Although, I will tell you I do find it unbelievably sexy."

  "Why now?" she says, rubbing her palms together.

  "Because I want you to know that you can trust me. Deep trust. In here." I press my hand against her stomach. "I can't think of a better way to show you that."

  She takes my face in her hands and pulls me closer, looking into my eyes. Looking for something. She must find it, because she says, "Yes."

  "Really?"

  "Really."

  I close the space between our two faces. "You're not just saying that to make me happy, right?"

  "No." She bursts out laughing. "It's something I've thought about. I wanted to be sure. This is a good time. And if I'm not actually ready, there's always rule number three."

  "Yes there is." I say, pulling her to her feet and towards my bedroom.

  "Hang on a second, when you asked me if I was hungry you were asking because--"

  "It's going to be a while until we're finished. You need to keep your strength up." I pull her into my bedroom and spin her so her back is against my chest and she gets of the view of the bed. The very large bed that I've always been a little bit proud of. She covers my hands with hers. "I already said yes. Are you going to tell me how sexy it is now?"

  "It is sexy,” I whisper in her ear. "You're going to be spread open for me, unable to move while I take you whatever way I want." I feel the shiver that runs through her, and I kiss her neck. "Get undressed."

  I move over to the bed, pulling the restraints from under the corners of the bed. I bought the set for the bed online and set it up hoping we might have the opportunity to use it. I really didn't think it would be this soon. I still have the box, and in it are the cuffs that attach to the bed. I get them and turn to find Alyssa naked.

  My gaze travels up her body from her feet up past her pussy--which I can see is already wet with anticipation--across her stomach to her breasts which are moving with her breath. Finally her face, staring at me, and I can see the trust there. She's stunning. She'll always be stunning.

  "Tell me the word to stop," I say as I move to her. "I want to know that you remember it."

  Her mouth quirks up into a smile. "Milkshake."

  "Use it if you need to,” I say, reaching for her hands. "You are more important than this."

  She nods.

  I buckle the cuffs on her wrists, checking to make sure they're not too tight. Then I kneel in front of her, attaching the ankle restraints the same way. I can't resist, I take a taste of her pussy while it's so close to me. No taste will ever compare to that. I work my tongue inside her, thrusting until I feel her hips moving against me.

  "Not yet,” I say, pulling away. "We have a long way to go first."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Get on the bed."

  She crawls to the center of the bed, and I get a beautiful glimpse of her ass. I meet her at the edge of the bed. One by one, I clip her cuffs to the restraints. I pull her legs wider, her pale skin luminous against the darkness of the sheets. When I attach the last restraint I look at her. Limbs stretched to the corners to the bed, hair fanned out against the pillow, breath coming fast. I'm rock hard in an instant.

  I see her squirm, testing the restraints. "How are you?" I ask. She doesn't answer. "Alyssa."

  19

  Alyssa

  I'm tied to a bed. I pull against my ties and I can't move. Nothing will move. Panic starts to rise. I need to move. I need to move now.

  "Alyssa." Charles voice is stern, "Talk to me. Does something hurt?"

  I shake my head.

  "You need to speak to me."

  "No, Sir. Nothing hurts."

  He comes to where I can see him. "Good. Do you need to use rule number three?"

  Rule number three. Right. I can stop. I can leave at any time. My breath eases and I stop fighting the restraints. This is Charles. He's not going to hurt me. "No, Sir."

  A wicked gleam appears in his eye. "Good."

  He disappears from my sight and I feel the end of the bed dip. I feel his fingers at the entrance to my pussy. "I love how open you are." He slides a finger in deep, stroking me from the inside. He sucks my clit between his lips, and I suck in a breath. His finger keeps moving inside me, stroking the inside of my pussy until he finds a spot that makes my whole body jump. His tongue swirls down to meet his finger, and I'm holding my breath because it's all too much, the waves of sensation coming from inside me.

  "Breathe,” Charles says, and he bites lightly on my clit. My hips roll, and are snapped back down by my restraints. I can't move even if I wanted to, and he can do whatever he wants to me. The rush of desire through me lights my body on fire. This isn't like his office where nothing bound me but his words. I am truly helpless and vulnerable and I understand why he knew this would make me trust him, make us trust each other. I'm giving him everything, and I've never wanted anything so badly.

  My mind goes blissfully blank as he slides another finger inside me, stroking my g-spot and using his tongue wherever he can reach. Waves of pleasure are moving outward from that spot, and I can feel my orgasm building already. My voice comes to life and every time another wave hits, I moan. "Do you like this?" Charles asks, running his tongue over my clit again.

  "God, yes."

  A third finger slides in and I begin to feel stretched. My orgasm is getting closer, and I move my hips, riding his hand as best I can. The pressure inside me feels different--expansive. I can't move, and all my energy is focused lower. Charles curls his fingers inside me, stroking my g-spot and his tongue flicks my clit.

  It feels like going off a cliff.

  There's a rushing sound in my ears and my entire body spasms as the immense orgasm rocks through me. Charles' hand is still moving and I can't breathe. There's a fog on my vision, and I think my body might be humming. I blink my eyes, seeing the ceiling for what feels like the first time. White ceiling, navy walls, tied to a bed, and Charles.

  "That was amazing."

  "No breaks." His mouth crushes my pussy, sucking deep. His tongue plunges inside me, and my pussy contracts. He licks me from bottom to top and back. Every angle of my clit is touched. There isn't an inch of me that isn't tasted, and he doesn't stop. He sucks on the lips of my opening, taking them deep into his mouth. Then my clit is consumed again by the warmth of his mouth, tongue flicking across it in unpredictable patterns.

  I feel the impossible wave coming again. "It's too much," I say.

  Charles blows across me, his breath cooling and tingling. My whole body contracts, goosebumps breaking out across my skin. "It's not enough,” he says.

  He fucks me with his tongue, licking inside of me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. He forces it deeper, finds my g-spot. Oh god.
Everything hovers on the edge in a fog of pleasure. He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks me deep. Once. Twice. A third time. Then he bites me.

  It's not hard, but it's enough. From somewhere far away I hear myself scream. My back is arching off the bed, and I'm consumed with bliss. Somewhere at my core I can still feel Charles licking me, sending more bursts of shattering pleasure across my body. I revel in it.

  I feel like I'm floating for a long time. My eyes are open, but unseeing. When I do see something, it's Charles. He's over me, and I've never seen that look before. A look of awe and love so pure it hurts.

  He's at my entrance, sliding in. It's so slow, it's almost painful, sending zings and spasms up and down my nerves. He rocks into me and stops. "Do you want to know my solution to the problem at the company?"

  I blink, staring up at his beautiful, stupid face. "You want to talk about that now?" My voice sounds different. Low and scratchy and well satisfied.

  "I do. As the solution involves you." He rocks his hips again, making my already sensitive pussy jolt. I squeeze down on him in response, and he grins.

  "Okay. What is it." I never thought I'd be having a business conversation while being fucked and tied to a bed.

  "Marry me."

  Everything stops. I think the world actually stops spinning. I know I'm not breathing. "What?" It comes out as a nothing more than a breath.

  He leans down and kisses me, moving slowly inside me. "Marry me,” he says again. "No one can say I'm doing a bad job with my company because I'm engaged."

  "That's true,” I say.

  "But I don't care about that. That's a bonus. I care about the fact that it's the only thing I actually want in this world." He presses a soft kiss to my lips, my forehead, my eyes. "Marry me."

  I smile. "Is that a command?"

  "A request."

  "Then I say yes."

  He kisses me again, harder, and starts to move in earnest. He doesn't let me go, and we breathe together as he moves faster, plunging deep inside over and over. He moves inside me until I'm crying out against his mouth, begging for release. He thrusts a final time, and he sends me over the cliff. This time I know he'll be there to catch me.

  20

  Alyssa

  Six Months Later

  This beach at night might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The moon is floating over the water, and behind me the brand new Saxon Hotel on Italy's southern coast is lit up like Christmas. The grand opening party is still going strong, and music floats down to where I'm standing.

  The moon catches the ring on my finger, and I can't help but be distracted by the way the moon sparks off the diamond. The warm water of the Mediterranean snakes through my toes, and warm arms circle me from behind. There's a kiss behind my ear. "I lost you,” he says.

  "Looks like you found me." I lean my head back on his shoulder and gaze up at the sky. "It's so beautiful here."

  "Good spot for a honeymoon?"

  I sigh. "I suppose I can wait six more months to come back here."

  "Six months to the day,” he says, his lips leaving a trail from my neck to my shoulder.

  "You're counting?"

  He moves the strap of my dress off my shoulder to have better access to my skin. "I am. In one-hundred and eighty-three days I get to call you my wife."

  A blush of happiness moves through my chest. "Husband."

  I feel him smile against my skin. "See? It's worth counting."

  We stand in silence for awhile, swaying with the music and feeling the sea wash way the sand beneath our feet. "We could do more than honeymoon here, you know."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean…” He spins me around to face him, and his face is illuminated by the moon. "We could get married here if you want."

  "Here?"

  "Here." He's smiling.

  I look around at the beach, and I imagine walking towards him across the sand, a white dress floating around my feet. Suddenly I can't keep the smile off my face. "That is absolutely perfect. Family and friends?"

  "They'll have a great free place to stay, conveniently close by."

  I laugh. "That is convenient."

  He pulls away, and kneels in the sand. "Alyssa Marie Harrington, will you marry me in Italy?"

  "I will."

  He stands and pulls me in for a kiss. It's not soft but demanding, and I melt into him. My body knows his now, it knows when to submit and to surrender.

  "Hmm." The noise comes from the back of his throat. "I've just noticed it's pretty dark out here."

  "You just noticed that."

  "Mhmm."

  He runs his hands up my sides. "In fact, I think it's so dark that no one will notice two people in the water."

  I nod slowly. "You're probably right. Too bad we're not dressed for swimming."

  His laugh rings out across the beach. "You say that like it's a problem."

  "Isn't it?"

  He presses his lips to my ear. "Get undressed."

  I smile at him. "Yes, Sir."

  * * *

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  Cassidy

  Tomorrow, my whole life is going to change.

  I know, I know, money can’t buy happiness, etc. But it can go a long way toward getting you comfortable, at least. And that’s something I haven’t felt in a long time. Definitely not when I was growing up with my mother, living from skimpy paycheck to paycheck, or off of the various men she was hooking up with, whenever she was completely out of work.

  Then came Norman, and God knows, that was an even worse situation.

  Don’t think about him right now, I remind myself forcefully as I climb out of the taxi. Tonight is supposed to be my big night of freedom. A night to celebrate everything I’ve achieved—all on my own. The last thing I need to be reminiscing about is that asshole, and everything he put me through.

  I shrug off my coat as I reach the front of the club line. My friend Becky’s already standing there chatting with the bouncer, and to judge by the sparkle in both of their eyes, I have a feeling that we’re going to be let straight inside. And that Becky will spend most of the night wanting to come straight back out for a smoke again, so she can keep this flirt on.

  “Hey,” I greet her with a kiss on the cheek as I reach her.

  “Cassidy! This is Marco.” Becky gestures from me to the bouncer and back, then squeezes my arm. “This is my friend I was telling you about. She’s going to be the next Coco Chanel, I swear.” Becky gestures at my face. “See? Doesn’t she look flawless?”

  Marco smiles politely. “Beck says you created your own makeup line. That’s awesome.”

  Beck. I side-eye her with a raised eyebrow, and Becky laughs at my expression.

  “Marco and I were just chatting while we waited for you,” she says, but it’s in a tone I recognize well. We haven’t known one another since our college days for nothing. “Come on, tonight is your night.” She loops her arm through mine. “Let’s celebrate.”

  “See you soon, Marco,” I tell him, because I’m absolutely sure I will. Becky elbows me for it, but I can tell she’s watching Marco’s reaction, and enjoying the way he grins and watches us as we duck past him and into the club.

  “What? He was cute!” Becky protests as we stride inside. I just snicker, and she sighs, l
ong-suffering. “Sooo … how excited are you for tomorrow?”

  “I’d say more nervous than excited,” I reply. At the bar, I lean across to order us beers. Becky leans across to correct me: two shots and two beers, instead.

  I tap my shot of whiskey to hers, pretty sure already that this is going to be a mistake. But what the hell. My meeting tomorrow isn’t until early afternoon, so I’ll have enough time to recover from the inevitable hangover first.

  “So tell me more,” Becky insists when I pull her onto the dance floor, beers in hand after we’ve both downed our shots.

  “The company’s called Anderson Investments,” I reply over the thud of the bass. “They specialize in small businesses, especially women-owned ones. Apparently the investors are a husband and wife duo, and the wife insists on investing in empowering other women who are just starting out, like she once was.”

  “That’s really cool!” Becky calls back. “So you think they’re going to invest?”

  I shrug. “I hope so?” Secretly, I’m pretty sure I have this one in the bag. I don’t want to jinx it, though. God knows I’ve gotten close before and wound up with my metaphorical heart broken.

  Norman flashes through my mind again, and I force him out. This won’t be like that. I’m going to get a buy-in from an actual company, a business transaction. It won’t be like me trying to beg money from my rich asshole of a boyfriend, who constantly tries to manipulate me, dangling his potential investment over my head like a carrot to make me put up with whatever he wants to do in our romantic lives.

  “That’ll be so incredible.” Becky’s gushing. “Once you have an investor, you’ll be able to ramp up production and really get your products out there.”

  I smile at the thought. I’ve been working on building up Cass’s Cosmetics for four years now, ever since we graduated college. I’ve gotten interest from some big buyers, too, including a department store with chains in New York and LA. That kind of exposure could make all the difference for me as an upstart cosmetician. I could actually expand into a real company.