The Boss' Everything

by Michelle, Nadia

  Smiling at her, Jax picked up his fork to start eating his own meal, nodding his head toward her fork, encouraging her to continue eating.

  “Eat up baby. The pan is still warming, and I have extra batter if you want more.” Taking a bite, Jax continued “I love to see a woman eating enthusiastically. It seems like everyone is on a diet these days, and no one takes the time to just enjoy their food. Meals are treated like a chore and it’s a damn shame.”

  Digging into their food, a pleasant silence descended, with only the occasional scraping of fork on plate breaking through. Savoring each bite, she studied Jax as he ate. Wearing jeans and another black pullover; golden hair finger combed over away from his face, Jax was relaxation personified.

  As the meal progressed, she found they had more in common then she could have guessed. Josie found herself opening up to Jax; from her failed relationship with Lawrence to her dreams of becoming a writer. Jax, in turn, confided to Josie about his life growing up in the Montgomery home. Working as a team to clean the remnants of breakfast, he went on to tell her about his struggle to make a name for himself apart from his family.

  “It’s not like we are royalty mind you, but my family have lived in a small town for generations. Before he retired, dad was an attorney who worked for the family firm, as was his dad, and his dad, etc. I became an attorney and was set to follow in their footsteps, but I needed to forge my own path.”

  Nodding in understanding, Josie could see how breaking away must have been a tough call for Jax: not wanting to disappoint his family, but being too dominant to follow in another’s footsteps.

  As the last dish was dried, and placed in the cabinet, Jax ushered Josie out of the kitchen for a belated tour of the house. Although he had offered her free reign and the ability to explore at her leisure, Jax had kept her too busy to take him up on the offer. Now, exploring the office she would be using while in residence, she could only stare in wonder at the cozy space.

  The office was a writer’s paradise. A floor to ceiling bookshelf occupied one wall; perfect for housing many treasured tomes. Against the opposite wall stood a magnificent fireplace with a cozy arm chair positioned for maximum comfort and a spectacular view of the glorious gardens from the large bay window that took up the entirety of the connecting wall. The desk, tucked against the remaining wall, was decked out in the latest must haves for any aspiring writer. As Josie lowered herself to sit behind the desk, eyes on the pricey desktop she had been coveting for ages, she jumped up in surprise at the vibrations emanating from her seat.

  As she turned to inspect the chair, Jax explained “The chair has a message function that can be controlled by a phone app. You can set it on a timer, or when pressure is applied; whatever you prefer.” At her raised eyebrow, he continued “I’ve noticed when you become immersed in a project, you tend to hunch closer to the computer screen, as if trying to see deeper into it. When you finally do get up, your back is sore, since you tend to grimace when you stretch out the kinks. This way, you can manage the soreness with a gentle massage…unless you would like me to rub you down.” He stated with a comical leer.

  Laughing at his expression, Josie couldn’t help but shiver slightly at the idea of his large hands rubbing and kneading at her naked flesh. With quite some effort, she was able to shake off that alluring image to continue on with the tour.

  As they spent the day together, touring the home and its surrounding lands, Josie’s mind swirled with doubts. Although Jax had stated his having wanted her for some time, Josie was unable to process such a mind boggling idea. Jaxson Montgomery was as close to perfection she’d ever seen, and she… well, she was not.

  Short and a bit on the plump side, Josie knew she was cute in a farm girl sort of way; but Jax was the stuff dreams were made of. Rich, successful and charismatic, Jax could have his pick of women. Why would he want her? Her need to pursue something deeper with Jax warred with her own insecurities. Logically, she knew a lot of her self-doubt was a result of her time with Lawrence, but years of conditioning were hard to fight.

  By the time dinner rolled around, she was no closer to a resolution. Her body screamed at her to give in, to take what was being offered and to hell with the consequences, but her mind: Oh how her mind continued to catalogue all of her flaws and imperfections. Enough was enough already , Josie silently swore. All this dithering was getting her nowhere.

  Aided by the delicious meal Jax had prepared, and a few glasses of wine, Josie came to a decision at last. What was life without risk? She would see where this thing went; and if it ended in heartbreak, well… thanks to Lawrence, she was not unfamiliar with that emotion. She had survived his betrayal and had gone on; if things didn’t work out with Jax, she would survive that too. Ignoring the insidious voice that whispered her heart wouldn’t survive loving, then losing Jax, Josie resolved to give into her longing and see where the night lead.

  Chapter Seven

  Jax

  Sending Josie upstairs with an order to soak in the Jacuzzi tub and relax, Jax cleaned up the remnants of their dinner, as he plotted his next move. Although endowed with the patience of a saint, he was finding it hard to wait now that his Baby Girl was so close at hand. Spending all day with her, smelling her intoxicating scent, listening to the beauty of her husky voice; Jax had never been so hard for so long. He had masturbated more times since meeting Josie than he had in the entirety of his puberty. No matter how many times he took himself in hand, just the thought of those alluring green depths, or her lush womanly figure, and his flesh was hard as stone.

  Spending all day in her company was a mixed blessing as far as Jax was concerned. He relished their time together and craved more, but being in such close proximity left him no opportunity to ease the ache in his cock. As he left the now spotless kitchen, Jax debated on easing his suffering with another session in the downstairs bathroom while his Baby Girl bathed, or holding back, saving his hardness for Josie to rest against while they slept. He would never push his woman into something she was not ready for, but Jax saw the wisdom of letting her feel the effects she had on his body. All ten rock hard inches.

  Confident in his decision, he made his way into his room; and almost tripped over his own feet. Standing beside the free standing mirror beside his king sized bed, a bed Jax purchased with Josie is mind, stood the object of his obsession in all her fleshy glory.

  The light pink of the nightie Jax had supplied her brought out the peach flush of her fair skin. The bust seemed to be held together by sheer will alone, as the milky abundance of her breasts spilled over the top. Her long, nicely padded legs disappeared beneath the lacy hem of the gown, which barely covered the fleshy mounds of her ass that his hands physically ached to grab. Turning away from her seductive reflection at the sound of his entrance, Josie’s surprised look faded into one of determination.

  Walking towards Jax with a hip swivel that would put Marilyn Monroe to shame, Josie reached him seconds after her alluring scent did. Breathing in deeply to take in the aroma that had driven him wild for nearly a year, he closed his eyes to savor the moment.

  When the small hand reached out to lovingly stroke his cheek, Jax’s eyes popped open. His rock hard cock straining against his jeans, attempting to rip through the offending material to reach her. In a seductive tone he had only imagined, Josie beckoned him closer.

  “I missed you while you were gone Jaxson. I was all alone while waiting for you. You should make it up to me.”

  Like a sailor lost to the Siren’s call, Jax followed Josie to the bed. Pulling his bulk atop her as she fell against the soft bedding, Josie’s leg parted, settling Jax between the plump flesh. Burying his nose in the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply, taking in the unique scent of woman and brown sugar that was only Josie’s. Moving her hands down his back, caressing his muscles as she headed for his pants, Josie’s head tilted back in a moan of pleasure at the sensation of Jax’s weight atop her own. Swiveling his hips against the cradle of hers, he fough
t for the strength to stop. He could not risk losing his entire future with this woman for a quick, alcohol induced fuck; no matter how amazing it would be. Stopping her hand’s descent before reaching his lower half, he tangled the fingers of his own hand in her and dragged them up over her head.

  “Baby Doll, you have to stop. I want you too bad; my self-control is almost shot.” he begged. With a moan of need, Josie arched her hips into his grinding hardness.

  “Please Jax, I need to feel you inside of me!” Seizing her mouth with his own, Jax devoured her in his kiss. His mouth taking everything he had needed since first laying eyes on her so very long ago. Dragging his mouth away with effort, Jax’s breathing was ragged with his exertions.

  “Baby, you have no idea how much I want you, but I would never be able to live with myself if you had any regrets in the morning. As much as it kills me, we have to stop now.” Josie’s kiss swollen lips pouted at his declaration, and a look of sadness began to sweep over her features.

  Despite the evidence of his desire pressed so intimately against her flesh,

  Josie

  Josie’s self-doubt began to grow. Of course Jax didn’t really want her. She was just some chubby little red-head who worked for him, and he could make a movie star look like a troll. Hadn’t her experience with Lawrence taught her anything? Tears welling in embarrassment, she attempted to pull the bedding over her exposed body, wanting to sink away out of sight.

  As if noticing her heated cheeks and look of mortification, Jax groaned and caught at her struggling hands.

  “No baby, never hide from me.” Kissing her cheek, he trailed moist open mouthed kisses over her jaw, down to the sensitive flesh where her neck met her shoulder, and sucked strongly. “I have no willpower when it comes to you Baby Doll. I hope to God you don’t hate me in the morning.”

  Josie momentarily forgot her unease at the sensations overwhelming her body. Already leaving the spot, Jax trailed his mouth over one of the tightly budded nipples straining through the sheer fabric of her nightie. Groaning in frustration at the barrier, he lifted away from her wildly undulating body and ripped the offending material, shredding the sheer fabric and exposing her turgid peaks. With a look of undiminished hunger and a heartfelt groan, he fell on her right breast, taking the crest into his mouth with a pull so powerful, her back arched into him; her eyes closing at the sensations, mouth opened on a soundless scream. Releasing the nipple with a loud pop, Jax moved his attentions to her left breast, simultaneously releasing his hold on her bound hands, stroking his way down her arm until his palm cupped the abandoned peak. A trail of goosebumps marked his path, and a sensuous shiver racked her body at the touch.

  Inarticulate moans were ripped from her throat as, with nimble fingers and a talented mouth, Jax pushed her body closer and closer to climax. Releasing her breasts with a groan of his own, he trailed kisses along Josie’s flesh, hands trailing in their wake. Kneeling on the floor, Jax hooked both hands around Josie’s hips and dragged her body low on the bed, pulling her knees up to rest on the mattress. As he pushed her thighs apart, exposing the neatly groomed mound that hid her most intimate treasures, she heard him groan in need.

  “I’ve waited forever to have you here, under our roof, straining for my touch. Don’t ever think you are less than the treasure you are.” With that, he fell onto her heated flesh with a frenzy that had every thought in her mind leaving in a rush.

  With an inarticulate exclamation, she rose into his embrace; pressing her sex harder against his oh so talented mouth. Left palm resting on her pubis, Jax used his index and middle fingers spread her heated sex open, exposing the pink treasures he coveted so. Closing his eyes in desire, Jax began his leisurely foray at her entrance, tracing the quivering folds with exquisite care. Moving up towards her throbbing clit, he rapped the delicate protrusion with the tip of his tongue twice before returning to her entrance. Heavy lidded eyes opening to view the splendor before him, she watched as her straining clit caught his gaze. Blowing lightly across the rosy flesh, he took the aching bud into his mouth.

  Groaning at her exotic taste, Jax used two fingers of his right hand to sweep lightly from the opening of her sex, back to the dark pucker that hid between the rounded globes of her ass. Back and forth his fingers glided across the ever increasing wetness that spilled forth from her achingly empty channel, never releasing the seat of her pleasure from his demanding clasp.

  Panting his name over and over, Josie almost screamed in delight as, with one last sweep, his fingers plunged deeply into her sex. Once inside, Jax crooked his fingers, finding the hidden swelling that resided just inside, and began a teasing sweep across the cushy protrusion. The ache started deep within Josie. The fingers holding her flesh apart, disappeared, but she was unable to concentrate on the lack of stimulation as, with an unexpected rush, her orgasm ripped through her. Clenching her hands in to Jax’s thick hair, she pulled him in harder to her flesh; demandingly.

  As her orgasm subsided, and peace once again descended on her passion addled brain, Josie became aware of a slick slapping sound over the slurping of Jax’s talented mouth as he continued to feast on her well-loved flesh. With effort, Josie raised her sated body, heavy with pleasure, and looked between her widely splayed legs to Jax. Somehow managing to undo his zipper, Jax’s magnificently erect cock was being stroked with a punishing force. A gleaming trail of precome fell from the rosy tip in alarming waves. Eyes closed in concentrated effort, Jax continued his dual assault on her flesh, all the while working his own. Bringing her hands back to his hair, Josie lightly stroked the mussed tresses away from his face and softly, lovingly called his name.

  At the sound of her voice, Jax’s body froze, body bowing as if in pain. Josie’s hands dislodged from his hair as Jax moved quickly to his feet. Jax continued his vigorous stroking, body straining as he held his orgasm back.

  “Look at me.” He demanded in a harsh tone. “Look at what you do to me Josephine. All of this” he cocked his head down, bringing her gaze to the heavily veined flesh “Every single inch belongs to you. Never, for one minute, think you are less than the Goddess you are.”

  Hand increasing in its punishing rhythm, Jax pulled his fingers from her still shuddering body. In a demanding tone she had only ever heard him use in the boardroom, Jax commanded “Touch yourself. I want you to come with me. You will come hard, and you will be looking at me when you do.”

  Hesitantly at first, and then with mounting enthusiasm, Josie began to stroke her flesh as Jax had done; once again at the edge of another orgasm. Eyes locked with his, Josie was barely able to maintain the connection as, with no warning, her orgasm broke over her in waves. With a muffled cry of his own, Jax came in forceful waves. The sight of his heated seed splashing across her belly, pulled a third orgasm from her; smaller, but no less pleasurable than the previous ones.

  As the waves of pleasure ebbed slowly from her spent body, the day’s events finally caught up to her. The excess of emotion coupled with the heart stopping pleasure made it so Josie was unable to keep her eyes open any longer. The sight that followed her into a deep, dreamless sleep was that of Jax, now lying beside her, rubbing his cum into her skin, marking her with his scent.

  Jax

  As Jax’s world once again returned to its axis, he lowered his head to rest against his Baby Doll’s shoulder. Fingers still painting her flesh with his essence, he reluctantly ceased his actions in order to make sure she rested comfortably. Moving both of them to the center of the bed, Jax tucked Josie securely against him, head tucked under his chin. Stroking her back in long sweeps, from neck to buttocks and back again, he allowed his own tired eyes to close, a smile of contentment crossing his lips.

  Things had not gone according to plan, but he couldn’t complain. Josie was in his arms, and marked with his scent. Soon enough, she would also be marked with his ring, declaring to one and all she belonged to no one but him.

  Chapter Eight

  Josie

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y the next morning as the sun rose, so did mortification as Josie recalled her wanton actions the previous night; throwing herself at Jax, his demanding kiss, the glorious release his talented mouth had created.

  “Oh God” Josie moaned softly as she remembered in detail, every touch, every kiss, every provocative word spoken. Warring with that embarrassment was a growing desire for a repeat performance. As her sex began to dampen, she became aware of the light stroking across her exposed thigh and stomach. Uncertain eyes shoot up, only to meet a languorous blue gaze. Josie looked on in embarrassed wonder at the beautiful face that met hers.

  A slight brushing of stubble graced his sleep soften visage. A slow smile spread across his tempting mouth as his eyes took in her rumpled appearance. Before she could begin to wonder what she looked like, Jax lowered his mouth to her own, nibbling the plump flesh before stroking his tongue across the bottom lip.

  Releasing her mouth with reluctance, he softly whispered “Good morning Baby Doll. Five more minutes, then I’ll get up and make you breakfast.” Dropping one last, chaste kiss to her upturned mouth, his eyes closed once again as he fell back to sleep.

  Still cocooned against him, Josie was at a loss. Her mind was racing too much to allow her to go back to sleep, and she wasn’t yet ready to face a fully awake Jax. Trying desperately to catalogue her fluctuating emotions, she became aware of the stickiness between her thighs. Once her mind was pulled from her own tremulous thoughts, she also became aware of the sensitivity of her breasts.