Employed by the Boss: Billionaire Obsession Dark Romance (Managing the Bosses Book 7)

by Lexy Timms

  Mark stared at her. She smiled sweetly back at him, and pulled the tie that held Danni’s top up. It fell away from the curves of her breasts, and Mark groaned low in his throat. He was going to give them about five more minutes, and then this little power trip of Amanda’s was going to be over. He didn’t know what Alex had done with them, but he knew for sure that his brother wasn’t the type to just stand by and watch. There was no way he’d let them get away with teasing him for long. Which meant they were probably expecting him to step in and take over before too much more time passed. Mark was happy to oblige them.

  Despite that, he didn’t step in right away. It was a nice view. He didn’t mind giving it a little more time, especially when Amanda slipped around behind Danni and leaned over to brush a kiss against her neck, and Danni melted back against her with a sigh. Amanda, head lifted enough that she could watch him, pulled another knot free and Danni’s bikini top came entirely off. She tossed it to the side, out of the pool.

  Her hand slid lower. Mark watched it move over the curve of Danni’s waist to her hip, dipping under the water, and then she caught one of the ties there between her fingers, teasing at its end like she was going to pull it. Just when Mark was certain that she was, her fingers danced away.

  Enough was enough. Mark took a step forward, and Amanda giggled.

  “What? You still want to touch?”

  Both of her hands moved upward, palms pressed firm against Danni’s ribs, and curled under the weight of the other woman’s breasts, lifting them. Her nipples were already hard.

  “Come on, then,” Amanda said, and Mark didn’t have to be asked twice.

  He caught a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to hurt so he could listen to the breathy little gasp that escaped Danni in response. Then he rubbed his thumb over them, his fingers bumping against Amanda’s. They tightened further under the touch, and Danni whimpered.

  “What do you think?” Amanda purred. “As good as you thought?”

  Mark laughed. “Better,” he said, and leaned down to take a nipple between his teeth.

  Danni’s spine arched, and this time she moaned. Mark bit a little harder. One of her hands lifted, tangling in his hair like she was desperate. It pulled him closer, and Mark might have smiled if his mouth hadn’t been a little busy.

  He pulled back, and gave the other nipple the same treatment. Danni’s hips rolled, the motion of them sloshing water against his belly. He was so hard that he wasn’t sure how he was going to walk all the way to the apartment when they got out of the pool.

  When he drew back again, Amanda reached down and yanked on the tie she’d been toying with earlier, pulling it loose. Mark’s fingers found the other, and he threw the bottom of the swimsuit after the top. His hand slipped between Danni’s legs to stroke over the soft heat there, and his thumb found her clit, rocking against it until she groaned, following it up with a sentence that was mostly swear words, though his name was definitely involved.

  “You have a bed big enough for the three of us?” Amanda asked.

  Mark nodded, not sure he trusted himself to speak.

  “I think it’s about time we moved that way then.” She grinned at him. “Unless you’d rather keep going right here?”

  As tempting as the suggestion was, a bed was probably the better idea. Pool water and sex didn’t mix as well as he sometimes wished they did. Before he went, though, Mark tangled a hand in Danni’s hair, tipping her head back, and leaned in to claim her mouth with a kiss. She clutched at him like she would fall if he didn’t hold her up, moaning into the space between their mouths.

  Reluctantly, Mark took a step away from the girls, moving toward the edge of the pool. He was almost there when arms wrapped around him from behind, and then Amanda was sliding around to press the full length of her body to his, stealing a kiss of her own. Mark wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him until both of them had to break for air.

  She slipped out of his arms before he could say anything, and pulled herself up out of the pool, reaching a hand in for Danni. Mark took the ladder, and stood dripping on the cement until he’d dried himself off enough to at least be able to walk into the house. The girls, it appeared, had brought their own towels. Dannie had wrapped hers around herself, which was shame, but Mark was pretty sure it would be coming off again the second they stepped inside.

  He opened the door to the apartment for them, and both girls walked through it first, taking a look at the rooms.

  “These definitely weren’t here last time, I think,” Amanda said.

  “Not if it was before Alex met Jamie,” Mark answered, scrubbing the towel he was still carrying over his hair and then smoothing it back down with a hand so that it didn’t look like he’d just scrubbed it with a towel. “He put the apartments in when he started thinking about hiring a PA.”

  “You know what would be way better than talking?” Danni asked, and dropped her towel.

  Mark stopped thinking about PAs and Jamie. He stopped thinking about anything that wasn’t the two women in front of him. Amanda was reaching for the tie at the back of her own neck and pulling it loose, peeling the straps of the suit she was wearing down and kicking them off. Mark didn’t hesitate to follow their example.

  “Where do you want the wet suits?”

  “In the sink is probably best,” Mark said.

  Danni nodded and with a little grin bent over to pick up Amanda’s suit. He would have grabbed his own, but she was taking care of that, too, entirely too close to him for his cock not to take immediate interest. Her eyes flicked up to his face.

  With the teasing little smile still in place, she straightened up just enough to toss the suits toward the sink, and then before Mark had time to say anything else she had dropped to her knees in front of him and was sliding her tongue up his length. He made a sound that wasn’t entirely coherent, and clutched at the counter.

  Amanda sauntered across the room and, with a look that definitely didn’t have the sweetness of Danni’s, went to her knees, too. Danni shuffled over a little to give her room, and then there were two mouths on him, sliding up his cock, and Mark thought maybe humans were capable of spontaneous combustion after all. At least if he burst into flames, he’d be dying happy.

  He let his head tip back to rest against the cabinet, eyes sliding shut, and gave himself over to the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. He had to see. He lifted his head again, and groaned. They were looking up at him, green eyes and brown, and then they were leaning in toward each other to kiss, tongues flicking over his skin instead of each other’s.

  “Fuck,” Mark hissed. “If you two want there to be anything left for the main event, you’re going to have to stop.”

  They pulled back, slowly, and knelt there in front of him waiting, their expressions expectant.

  “Bedroom,” Mark said. “Now.”

  He pointed, and they rose, heading deeper into the apartment. Mark stood for a moment where he was, letting his breathing slow a little, and then pushed himself off the counter and followed.

  When he got to the bedroom, he stopped in the doorway, fingers curling white-knuckled around the frame.

  Amanda and Danni were wrapped around each other on the bed and trading kisses back and forth like they were air, one of Amanda’s long thighs slipped between Danni’s for the other girl to rock against.

  “I don’t think I remember telling you to start without me,” Mark said.

  Both of them gave guilty little starts, and turned to look up at him. He was pretty sure the wide-eyed looks were at least half an act, but he really didn’t care, because they were exactly what he wanted to see. He grinned, and stepped away from the door to slowly cross the room.

  “You know what I think?” he said, sliding one knee onto the bed and crawling upward, making sure they got a good view of the muscles rolling in his shoulders and the predatory expression on his face. “I think you’re both teases.”

  “Guilty
as charged,” Amanda said, rolling over with a languorous stretch so she could meet his eyes.

  Danni just smiled at him. The same sweet, teasing smile she’d worn in the kitchen. Mark caught her hips in his hands and pulled her toward him while she wiggled in a mock attempt to escape the gentle grip. When her back was pressed against his chest, he wrapped an arm around her waist and held her there, sliding his hand between her thighs to work his fingers over her clit in quick little circles.

  Almost as soon as he touched her, she was writhing against him, the curve of her backside rocking against him. It wasn’t an entirely accidental contact either. He could tell by the way she shifted to rub against the full length, her fingers clutching at his forearm. Her head dropped back against his shoulder.

  “What do you think?” Mark asked Amanda, who was watching them both with a flush in her cheeks and one of her own hands between her spread thighs. “Should I let her come?”

  Danni made an alarmed noise that Mark was pretty sure meant she didn’t want him asking Amanda, but he slid two fingers between her lips before she could answer, muffling the words that tried to escape. She wrapped her tongue around them, taking them deeper.

  “No,” Amanda said, giving him a grin that said they were on exactly the same page, and Danni moaned. Mark stroked her clit one last time, and slid his hand back to rest against her thigh.

  She rocked her hips upward like she was trying for more touch, making pleading little noises around his fingers, but Mark didn’t give it to her. Instead, he pushed her gently away, sliding his fingers free in the same moment.

  Mark moved the rest of the way up the bed, and lay back against the pillows. They both watched him, their expressions nearly identical want. He smiled, slow and dangerous, and lifted a hand to beckon to Amanda.

  “Over here,” he said.

  She straddled his hips, her thighs pressed to his. He raised an eyebrow at her in silent expectation, and she held him in place, lowering herself onto his length with a moan. Danni watched from the end of the bed, her nails digging marks into her thighs where she’d wrapped her hands around them in an effort not to touch herself.

  “You, too,” Mark said as Amanda began to move. He groaned. “Come here.”

  Danni crawled across the bed until she knelt right next to his hip, and March reached out, guiding her down with hand on the back of her neck until she was stretched out against his side. Then he drew her into a kiss.

  “Fuck,” Amanda said above them, low and drawn. She picked up the pace a little and Mark pressed his palm against her thigh, forcing her to slow again. “Fuck,” she breathed a little more urgently.

  “When I say so,” Mark broke from Danni long enough to say, and then he dragged her in for another kiss.

  Amanda kept up the slow pace, and Mark made himself let her, didn’t rock up hard to meet her the way that he wanted to. He wanted it to last, so he teased both of them with it, waited until Amanda was moving her hips in tight, desperate little circles and Danni was whimpering into his mouth with every kiss.

  Finally, when Mark couldn’t take it any more than the girls could, he slid the hand that had been on Amanda’s thigh away, letting it fall to the bed. She growled something that sounded like ‘finally’ and suddenly she was moving like she couldn’t help it. Like she needed him so bad that she couldn’t wait.

  “Up,” he told Danni, the word coming out a growl.

  She pulled herself to her knees, and he pulled her leg over until she was kneeling above him. He tipped his chin up and flicked his tongue over her clit. Danni dug her fingers into her own thighs again and tossed her head back with a moan. Mark licked her again.

  One of his hands rested on Amanda’s thigh, feeling the flex of the muscle as she lifted herself and slid down again. The other stroked the length of Danni’s spine and the curve of her buttock, then slid underneath her so that he could press two fingers inside, her body opening easily for him, wet and wanting. She gasped and writhed above him.

  Pleasure wrapped itself around Mark, pulling slowly tighter as Amanda’s rhythm grew more frantically needy. Danni’s hands had moved to the headboard, her body bent over his as she rocked on his fingers and against his tongue. He pressed his mouth more firmly to her. She gasped his name, her moans rising in pitch.

  Mark didn’t pull back to ask her if she was going to come. He could feel it in the tremble of her thighs, hear it in the breathless little sounds she was making. Another roll of her hips, and then she was shuddering, whole body gone tight and shaking with the moment of release. Amanda followed her over with a groan, and Mark let himself go, orgasm sending electricity dancing along his nerves.

  Fuck. He needed to make sure he got these girls’ phone numbers before they left.

  Chapter 9

  “It’s not quieting down, Alex,” Jamie said, dropping a magazine on the counter as she returned to the room after checking on the twins. “I picked this up at the grocery store today.”

  LACEY RIKER STILL PERSUING PATERNITY, the headline read.

  She dropped down to sit at the kitchen table. “We’re going to have to deal with it.”

  “I am dealing with it,” Alex said, not looking up from the tomato he was slicing for sandwiches. “She can’t speak to us without my permission or a court order, and I’m not going to let her have either one.”

  “I don’t think you can decide who does and doesn’t get a court order, Alex,” Jamie pointed out.

  “No,” he agreed. “But a judge does, and I have an excellent legal team. Anyone she can afford isn’t going to get past them.”

  “I wouldn’t bet on that,” Jamie said, standing up from the table again because she was too full of nervous energy to sit still. “Eventually a judge is going to hear her case, and they’re probably going to just tell you to take a paternity test anyway. If they don’t just tell you to pay up because you’re so rich, they don’t care if he’s actually your kid or not; they just know that you have the money. Child support is big business. You need to take the test now and nip the whole thing in the bud.”

  “It’s not that big a deal, Jamie.” Alex finally looked up, and he wrapped a hand around her bicep to pull her gently in close to him. “Really.”

  Jamie looked up at Alex’s handsome face, and thought about all the trouble they’d gone through with the press in the first year of their relationship. There was no reason to have to deal with all that again. And while she was a little relieved that no one was calling her a gold-digging whore again, she wasn’t going to just stand by and let them smear Alex.

  “It is that big a deal,” she said, and when Alex just looked at her she pulled away from his touch. “I mean it,” she said. “You have to get the test.”

  He opened his mouth to answer, and was interrupted by the sudden sound of crying through the baby monitor. It was about time to feed the twins. Jamie sighed and went to get them. If he wasn’t going to listen to her, what was she supposed to do? Steal some of his hair while he was sleeping? That seemed a little too creepy, even for someone who was married to the person they planned on stealing hair from. Besides, she didn’t know how a paternity test actually worked, aside from the obvious. Maybe they needed a swab from his cheek or something like they were always taking on cop shows, which she wouldn’t have been watching except that the twins were keeping her too busy to get any real work done, and Christine hadn’t really been up to babysitting since their mother’s unexpected return to town. Jamie was starting to worry a little.

  She stepped into the nursery, and heard Alex’s footsteps behind hers. At least she didn’t have to try to pick up both of them on her own. They were getting so big already that it was nearly impossible anymore. So Jamie leaned in and picked up Benton, leaving Lillianna to Alex. She was going to be a daddy’s girl through and through; it was already completely obvious.

  “I’m not getting the test,” Alex said calmly, and Jamie turned to face him. “I’m not going to play into this woman’s delusions. She can’t
possibly think that child is mine; we were far too careful for that. If she’s not conning everyone, including those newspapers and magazines, then she’s completely out of touch with reality. Either way, it’s better not to give her anything at all.”

  “If you don’t take it they’ll make you,” Jamie warned, and stalked back down the hall toward the kitchen.

  Why did he have to be so stubborn? If he would just listen to her for one minute they could stop the whole thing. But of course he wouldn’t, even though she’d been right the first time when it had happened with Annette. That seemed like a good reason to actually take what she had to say into consideration.

  She settled Benton into his highchair, and went through the jars of food in the fridge, deciding which one to feed him.

  If Alex chose to be completely ridiculous about this whole thing, that was his choice, but she wasn’t going to support such a terrible idea. He was going to have to deal with it by himself.

  When it wasn’t one thing, she thought, lifting the first bite free of the jar to offer it to Benton, it was another. And with Alex and Reid Enterprises, usually it was both.

  He was lucky he was worth it.

  Chapter 10

  “Are you sure not taking any kind of test is the best option?” Mark asked, dodging one of the catering staff as the uniformed man hurried past with a tray of appetizers. “Jamie might not be completely off base, you know.”

  “Jamie doesn’t understand how these things work,” Alex said. “She’s not stupid, but she’s new to the way that things go in a world where money is no object. She assumes that this woman will be able to get to us somehow, but she won’t, and giving in to her only means that she wins.”

  “Just like Annette couldn’t get to you?” Mark asked.

  “Annette and I had just broken up,” Alex retorted. “She already had an in. This woman was a multiple night stand almost a decade ago. The boy’s eight. She and I haven’t spoken since the last night we were together. She has no leverage.”