Like a Boss Box Set: Like a Boss Series Books 1-4

by Serenity Woods

“I don’t know.” My gaze slips to her mouth. I’m so hard it’s almost painful, but I want to take my time with her, to make this last, because I know it’s going to be sweet, like the wine.

  I don’t know how long this—what do I call it? Fling? Affair?—is going to last. One more night… maybe more. I don’t want to analyze it, like studying shapes in the clouds, in case it turns out to be insubstantial and just an illusion. At the moment, it feels very real, and I want to hang onto it, to savor every moment.

  She turns her gaze back to me, and her pupils have dilated, making her eyes look black. Without another word, I move toward her and lower my mouth to hers.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Colette

  Sebastian kisses me slowly, and it’s the sweetest, most erotic kiss I think I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because it contains so much promise. I know tonight holds sexual bliss for me, possibly more than once, and the thought of this man loving me, of having his hands, his mouth, on my body, of him moving inside me, makes me tremble. How can he have such power over me? I’ve always sneered at the notion of being in someone’s thrall—how can you desire someone so much that you lose your own will? But at the moment I feel caught up in his spell, and it wouldn’t matter what he asked me to do, I’d do it.

  He lifts his head and studies my face for a moment. The intensity of his dark eyes makes my breath hitch. I don’t understand why he wants me so much. I’m nothing special. I’m not particularly beautiful, or slim, or sexy—I’m just me, but there’s no denying his passion and his hunger for me.

  I can’t quite believe my luck. I knew he was a director of the company, and I’d seen his sharp suits and expensive watch and flash car, but it’s only walking in here and seeing this beautiful apartment, the amazing original artwork, that it finally sinks in how rich he is.

  Not that his money means anything to me. I can see the benefits of being rich, and of being with a rich man, but that’s not what this is about. I’m not here for diamond engagement rings, for fast cars, for his expensive wine. Hand on my heart, I wouldn’t care if he was a postman or a mechanic. I’m here because of the way he looks at me.

  He sips from his wine, and then his mouth is on mine again, and the coolness of the liquid washes over my tongue. I gasp, and some of it dribbles over my lip and down my chin, splashing onto my blouse.

  Sebastian tuts, takes my glass from my hand, and places both mine and his on the coffee table in the center of the room. “I don’t want to ruin another blouse,” he says. “It would be a lot easier if you were naked.”

  “Any excuse,” I say, trying to hide my shiver, unsuccessfully.

  He smirks and starts undoing the buttons of my pinafore dress while he kisses me again. I’m so busy concentrating on his hot mouth and his hands, and it’s only when I feel cool glass behind me that I realize he’s backed me up against the window.

  “I like this,” he says, fingering the bib of the pinafore dress. “Very schoolgirl-ish.” He reaches around the back and slides down the zip, keeping his gaze fixed on mine.

  “You like ’em young?” I taunt him. “Pervert.”

  He gives a short laugh and pushes the dress down my body until it falls to the floor. I step out of it, and watch his gaze slip down me. His expression turns helpless. “I knew it,” he says with a sigh.

  I presume he’s referring to the fact that I’m not wearing any panties beneath the tights, which is confirmed when he slides his hand down over my tummy and between my thighs. His light touch over the bare skin beneath the tights sends more shivers skittering through me, and when he presses his fingers and massages my clit through the material, I can’t stop a groan escaping my lips.

  Sebastian leans a forearm on the glass above my head and brushes his lips against mine while he continues to stroke. “You drive me wild,” he murmurs, kissing up my cheek to my ear. “I’ve been imagining this all day.”

  “It’s a good thing you’re the boss, or you might have been fired for lack of concentration.” The words don’t sound as sassy as I mean them to be, because I’m breathless with longing, and I tip my head back onto the window as he kisses down my neck, lacing his tongue across my skin.

  “Time to get you naked,” he says, bringing his hands up to my blouse.

  I roll my head on the glass and look out over the city. We’re high up here in the penthouse, but I can still see into apartments in the blocks opposite. Most blaze with light, many without curtains or blinds, and I can see people living out their own little dramas inside, having dinner, watching TV, or entertaining. Sebastian only turned on a couple of the wall lights, but I have no doubt that if people looked up, they’d be able to us. I don’t think he’d care, though, and honestly, neither do I. Anyway, it wouldn’t surprise me if we were invisible. I feel as if those people in their tiny rooms, the cars down below, even the stars in the sky, are all make-believe, and the only real things are this room, Sebastian, and his warm hands and mouth.

  He slips the blouse off my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor. Then he unclips my bra, pulls down the straps, and drops that to the floor, too. Sliding his hands around me, he caresses my butt while he kisses me, obviously turned on by the silky feel of it in the tights. Then, finally, he hooks his thumbs into the waist and peels them down my legs, tossing them aside too.

  I stand before him naked, and his eyes are thermo-nuclear, heating me through until I’m sure I’m blushing all over. He steps back and admires me for a moment, lazily, and I get the feeling he’s trying to take this slow, to make it last. We both know he could throw me onto his bed and do me in seconds, but neither of us wants that. Well I do, but I don’t want it to be over, either. I want this night to go on forever. I don’t want to think about tomorrow, or next week, or the trial, or Liam, or anything except being loved by this man. How often do we get the chance to focus only on ourselves and our pleasure?

  He slips off his jacket and lets it fall on top of my clothes, with no mind paid to the superior fabric and the likelihood of creases. I’m guessing he doesn’t do his own ironing. I fight the instinct to pick it up and force myself to stay still as he approaches.

  He removes his cufflinks and puts them on a shelf, then folds back his shirt sleeves a couple of times. So… he’s not undressing, then? I watch, breathing heavily, trying to act as if I’m used to standing naked before gorgeous guys all the time. He toes off his shoes and flicks off his socks, tossing them aside.

  The music spirals around us, and I can feel the alcohol threading through my veins. I’ve only had a few sips, but I already feel hazy, although it’s probably lust and longing. I’m close to whimpering with need, and I’m sure my yearning is showing in my eyes, because his lips curve up a tiny bit at the edges, and he walks up close to me.

  Cupping my face in his hands, he kisses me for a while, slowly, dipping his tongue into my mouth. I run my hands up the outside of his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath the cotton, and close my fingers around his wrists, rubbing my thumb across the veins and arteries beneath his skin. Sebastian sighs, and then his mouth leaves mine to trail down my neck.

  He kisses down to the hollow at the base of my throat, touches his tongue there, then continues down. He places kisses across my collarbone and down to my breasts, but although he flicks a tongue across my nipples, he doesn’t linger. Instead, he continues kissing down, and then he drops to his knees before me.

  Oh dear God… I suck my bottom lip as he presses his lips over my tummy, then down across my mound. He nudges the inside of my knees, requesting that I widen them. I do so, shocked when he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to his hot mouth. I place one hand on his other shoulder, reaching up above me for balance and finding a ledge to one of the high, smaller windows. I grip onto it, glad of the hold when he finally slides his tongue into me.

  I gasp and let my head fall back on the glass again, my lips parting as a long moan escapes them. Sebastian’s hand is warm on the outside of my thigh, and he slides the f
ingers of his other hand beneath me to join his mouth. I’m not surprised that they slip easily into my folds—I’ve been turned on all day with the memory of last night, and just kissing him was enough to make me wet all over again.

  He moves two fingers inside me while using his thumb and tongue to reveal my clit, and then he fastens his mouth over it. I groan, and he murmurs something inaudible back, the tip of his tongue circling over the most sensitive spot on my whole body while he moves his fingers deep inside me. It’s an incredible sensation, and I know I’m not going to last long. What girl would be able to withstand an assault on her senses like this?

  I feel so wanton, pinned naked against the glass, and I know—I just know—that in the other apartment blocks someone must be watching us, but I can’t stop him. No, not can’t—won’t.

  I’m conscious of conflicting sensations—the cool glass against my super-heated skin, the feel of his thick, silky hair beneath my hand, the brush of his fingers against my thigh, the swirl of his tongue. He’s stroking inside me—oh my God, a man who’s not only heard about, but actually knows where to locate, the G-spot. Now my breathing is becoming irregular as pressure starts to build.

  “Oh,” I say, not aware until the word leaves my lips that I’m going to say it, and Sebastian lets out a sexy growl and sucks my clit, and that tips me over the edge. I grip his hair, and the ledge, and hold my breath as everything tightens, then gasp with each strong pulse. I fill the room with my cries, and it seems to go on for hours, although it can only be seconds.

  I’m left panting and wobbly, and when he removes his fingers and stands, I begin to slide down the glass. He catches me, though, and he sweeps me easily up into his arms.

  I look into his hot, triumphant eyes. “Are you a god?”

  He laughs and carries me through the living room to a door on the other side. “I’m sure some would call me Hades. But no, sweet Colette, I’m not a god. Just a man who likes to give his woman pleasure.”

  I shiver at the possessive term. His woman for the night, I remind myself, that’s all. But it’s enough for now. I’d rather be this man’s for one night than belong to someone ordinary for a lifetime.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sebastian

  I carry the limp woman in my arms over to my bed and place her there.

  “I thought you would’ve had black satin or something,” she says, rolling onto her side, and moving up so she can curl around a pillow.

  I gesture at the white duvet cover. “I like cotton. It’s fresh and cool to sleep in. And sleep is all I usually do here. This is the first time I’ve brought a girl to my apartment.” I feel oddly reluctant to admit it, because it singles her out, makes her special, and I’m not sure I’m ready to admit that to her or myself yet.

  She doesn’t look surprised, though, and I suspect Elen’s told her as much. “Only sleep?” she teases. “So… no sexy DIY then?”

  I laugh and start unbuttoning my shirt. “I’d be lying if I said no, but somehow I don’t think that shocks you.” I doubt there’s much that shocks Colette. I like the idea of trying to find something, though.

  “Mmm.” She watches me toss the shirt aside and start on my pants. Her eyes glitter in the light from the one lamp beside the bed. “Show me.”

  I smile wryly, place my wallet on the bedside table, slide the pants down my legs, and step out of them. “Maybe later. There are other things I want to do first.” I push my boxers down, kick them aside, and climb onto the bed next to her.

  She pushes me onto my back and lifts on an elbow so she can look down at me. “Show me,” she says again, lifting my hand, and moving it to my erection.

  She wants me to show her how to touch me. My eyebrows rise. It would turn me on to watch her touch herself, but I’m surprised to have a woman request the same. My heart pounds, but I just stretch out, tuck one arm under my head, and grasp my erection with my other hand. Closing my eyes, I stroke myself slowly, conscious of her hot gaze on me. Her breath whispers across my skin, and I know she’s watching each stroke I give, her hungry eyes burning.

  After a while, her hand touches my wrist, and so I remove mine and tuck both arms under my head. Her fingers close around me, cool and firm, and begin to stroke. I keep my eyes closed and give myself over to her touch. She murmurs appreciatively as I relax, and it makes me smile.

  I lay there for a while, enjoying her slow, sure strokes, drifting into a hazy dream. I could easily come like this, but I want to be inside her for a while, so eventually I open my eyes. She’s looking down, watching with an admiration that does nothing to hurt my male ego. Then she glances up and catches me watching her. Her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush. She pouts as I remove her hand and says, “I was enjoying that.”

  “As I said, I’m only human.” I hold her and roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Then I kiss her while I smooth my hands down her ribs, into the dip of her waist, over the swell of her bottom.

  Colette sighs and lets go of her tension, and her body molds to mine as if it has been made to fit me. I want her—I want to slide inside her and ride her all the way to what I know will be a magnificent climax, but equally I want to make it last. The anticipation is so sweet, so heady, I feel drunk with it. She’s going to be soft and hot inside, and tight, clamping around me while I plunge into her. Holding her hips, I rock mine, and the root of my erection grinds against her clit.

  She groans. “Stop it.”

  “Why?” I do it again, slipping my hands beneath her to fill my palms with her breasts.

  “Because I’m only going to last seconds,” she complains.

  “So? Do you have a daily limit on orgasms, then?”

  She buries her face in my neck. “Jesus, you’re trying to kill me with pleasure, aren’t you?”

  I chuckle, enjoying the feel of the strands of her silky hair falling across my face. “That’s not my aim, no.” I feel like purring. Her breasts are heavy and soft, and her nipples have tightened in my fingers. I tug them until they become long and hard like pencil erasers, and she’s squirming on top of me, her breath hot against my cheek.

  “Sebastian… mmm….”

  “I want you,” I murmur, nuzzling her ear. “I want to be inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

  “Mmm…”

  “Your body is fucking amazing.” I’m starting to heat up, turned on by the touch and feel of her body and her sexy sighs. “Grab a condom, would you?”

  She lifts her head, and I gesture to my wallet. She flips it open and pulls out a condom, then gives me a mischievous look. “No photo?”

  “Of whom?”

  “Wife? Girlfriend?”

  I frown at her. “Would I be here with you if I had either?”

  “Some men would be.” Her face tells me that a previous boyfriend might have cheated on her. She doesn’t look bitter, but her gaze is challenging.

  “Not me,” I tell her. “Serial monogamist.”

  Her lips curve up, and she tears the wrapper off the condom. After checking which way up it is, she places it on the end of my erection and rolls it down. Then she pauses, and traces a pattern on my chest. Is she wondering where this is going? I hope she doesn’t ask, because I’m not sure. But we both know I’ve already overstepped several of my boundaries already for her because I couldn’t keep away.

  She bends forward and gives me a soft kiss on the chest, but doesn’t say anything. For a second, it crosses my mind that she might be regretting this, and that it’s possible she’s going to lift off and say she has to go.

  I slide a finger beneath her chin and lift her face so she’s looking into my eyes. I search hers, but I don’t see regret. I feel that she’s hiding something from me, but I have no idea what it is. I remind myself about the thought I had when she first turned up at the office, about how I wondered whether she had an ulterior motive for coming to the company, because she’s clearly not a PA. I don’t want to ask her, though. I might not like the answer.
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  Instead, I take her arms and pull her on top of me. She exclaims, but I just kiss her fiercely. I don’t want to think about anything but pleasuring her, and receiving pleasure myself. Things will work out, or they won’t. Que sera, sera, and all that shit. I want to fuck her, and I’m not waiting any longer.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Colette

  Sebastian kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, while at the same time he nudges my legs apart until my knees fall either side of his hips. Without saying another word, he maneuvers me so the tip of his erection slides through my swollen, wet flesh, and then in one smooth thrust, he’s inside me.

  I gasp, and he slides his hand into my hair and holds my head so he can kiss me deeply. He doesn’t move, just pins me with his other hand on my tailbone, and I moan against his lips as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

  I came so close to admitting why I was working at Hearktech. I want to confess, because I don’t like lying to him, but I’m afraid to now. Because I’m certain that when I do, that will be the end of whatever this is.

  And not only that, but it will be Liam’s chance at taking part in the trial gone, because I’m under no illusions about Sebastian’s feelings for me. Even though the self-confessed serial monogamist might have invited me back to his apartment, it doesn’t mean there’s anything deep and meaningful behind that decision. When I tell him about Liam, Sebastian’s going to think I’m sleeping with him to get Liam on the trial, and he’s not the kind of man who’ll look kindly on a ruse like that.

  There’s still a way to get what I want, and that’s by keeping my secret, adding Liam’s name to the list on Friday, and then walking out of the office on Friday night and not looking back. Sebastian and I will have a fun week, Liam will get the ALD, and nobody will be any the wiser.

  It’s a shit plan, and it makes me feel like a skanky ho. But it’s the best plan I’ve got that doesn’t ruin everything, so I bite my words, count my blessings, and kiss Sebastian back.