Beauty and the Boss

by MINK

  If I’m being honest, Mr. Baxter is kind of like him.

  What do I know about Mr. Baxter really? He’s never even kissed me. One of my favorite movies comes to mind. Pretty Woman. The way that Julia Roberts’ character, Vivian, would never kiss on the mouth reminds me of Mr. Baxter. Maybe this is all business to him, but when his mouth is bringing me to orgasm as though he’s starved for me, it sure doesn’t feel that way.

  “He’s using me?” I hold Mr. Grumpy Pants tighter. Rationally, that makes sense. How did I get such a high ranking job so quickly? But the way he touched me. That felt so real. Again, though, maybe I’m being naïve. I often am when it comes to the real world. I have too much faith in people. I refused to let my father take that from me all those years ago when he showed me who he truly was, when he destroyed my mother and acted like I didn’t exist. Now I’m doubting myself. He has me questioning everything. It doesn’t help that I feel like I’m all over the place with my emotions right now. My body is screaming for a spanking, but the only man I know who could give me one is likely a big fat liar face.

  He’s using me. The thought keeps churning in my mind.

  My father used my mom, and I refuse to let that happen to me.

  I’m not sure if I’m mad at Mr. Baxter for doing whatever it is he’s trying to do to my father. The old man likely deserves it, but why do I have to be a casualty of this war?

  “You do you, Georgia.” I repeat the words my grandma had said to me so many times. What is it that I want? I know my answer is Mr. Baxter, but now I’m in the middle of two men who are at each other’s throats. Maybe I should play too? Why not? They pulled me into this.

  I pull out my phone and send an email to Mr. Baxter.

  Subject: Absence

  I won’t be in tomorrow.

  Sincerely,

  Sunshine

  I leave it vague. Now he can wonder why I’m not there like I wondered what he’d been up to all day. I stick my tongue out at my phone as I hit send on the email.

  I’m not sure if I’m sending it because of my father's words, or because I'm really looking for another reason to be bad.

  13

  Liam

  I won’t be in tomorrow.

  The words stare me in the face. I sit up taller and make a strangled noise of disbelief.

  “What?” Bradley forks a piece of chicken and eats it. “Somebody die?” he asks around the mouthful of food. “Man, you’ve been acting weird as fuck this week. It’s that new assistant of yours. The one you won’t let me talk to or look at or even breathe around.”

  I won’t be in tomorrow.

  I ignore Bradley and type an email of my own.

  Ms. Lavine,

  Are you ill?

  Best regards,

  Liam Baxter

  She must be ill. A cold? Maybe some sort of stomach ailment? I should go by the pharmacy and pick up a few things.

  I stand. “I have to go.”

  “You haven’t even touched your--Hey.” Bradley rises so quickly he almost knocks the table over. “Where the hell are you going?”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “But we haven’t even talked about how we’re going to play the gala.” He follows me through the Michelin-starred restaurant, his napkin tucked into his shirt.

  “We’ll talk tomorrow.” My phone vibrates.

  She gives me one word.

  No.

  I stop so quickly Bradley bumps into me.

  “What has gotten into you? I’m the erratic, impulsive brother. Not you. You’re the perfect one, remember?” He grabs a glass of wine from the nearest table and drains it down as its owner--an older woman with a fur stole--gawks at him. “See? I’m the crazy one. Not you.” He sets the glass back down.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I have some business to attend to. By the state of my pants, the business is urgent. She already dances through my mind every second of every day, and now this?

  I leave a sputtering Bradley in the restaurant and hail a cab. After barking out her address, I settle back and type another message.

  Ms. Lavine,

  Is it a family emergency?

  Best regards,

  Liam Baxter

  The driver maneuvers through Thursday night traffic, the streets clogged with commuters trying to get home. A light rain falls, giving the streets a black shine. My phone pings again.

  One. Fucking. Word.

  No.

  I grit my teeth. She may as well skywrite “Spank me, Mr. Baxter.” But she’s gone too far this time. This time, I’m not giving her any breathing room. This time, I’m taking it all, and my sunshine will thank me for every inch I give her.

  She buzzes me up without question, and when I reach her door, I bang on it loudly. When she opens it, she gives me a wide-eyed innocent look, but beneath it there’s an undercurrent of naughty. That is what sets me off.

  “Mr. Baxter, what are you do--”

  I grab her arms and push her backwards, slamming the door behind me as I pin her against the wall and loom closer to her. Rain drips from my hair and Mr. Grumpy Pants winds around my ankles. I shed my overcoat. It falls in a pile behind me, and the cat quickly makes a nest of it.

  “What is your reason for being absent tomorrow?” I cut to the heart of the matter as I press my body against hers.

  She dabs her tongue along her bottom lip, the nervousness in that tiny movement sending my desire spiking higher. “Well, I, um …”

  “Yes?” I slide one hand to her throat and rest it there.

  “I just wasn’t sure if I’d need the day to get my dress and makeup and hair done for the gala.” She shrugs.

  “Why didn’t you say that, sunshine?” I hover so close to her lips, her eyes sparkling as she stares up at me.

  Her breath hitches.

  “I think it’s because you want to be punished. Isn’t that true?”

  She swallows hard. “Yes.”

  “You want every ounce of discipline I have to give. That’s the truth, isn’t it, sunshine?”

  “I …” Her voice breaks, and she nods.

  I ease my hand down her body to the hem of her kitten pajama pants. Sliding past them and her panties, I find her soaking wet for me, her pussy a slick mess I want to devour.

  “You knew exactly what button to press to get me here. To get me on my knees, begging for a taste of your sweet cunt.” I stroke her clit as she trembles. “I warned you, sunshine. I told you what would happen if you stepped out of line again.”

  “Mmm,” is her only response as she grips my biceps.

  Her breath tickles across my lips, and I break. I. Fucking. Break. I kiss her hard, taking my breath away with how much I’ve wanted this. Her lips are soft, delicate, and warm. I ravage them, owning her mouth as I tilt her head and run my tongue along her lips. She opens on a moan, and I delve my tongue inside, sharing more of myself with her than I’ve ever shared with anyone. This kiss is the beginning, the jolt of electricity that starts my heart beating, the burst of life that I’ve denied myself. But no more. Not now that I’ve found her, my sunshine.

  I plunge my fingers inside her, finger-fucking her at the same pace as I tongue her. She grips harder, her small nails digging into me as I take all of her, marking her as mine, searing my burning heart onto her soul.

  With a jerk, I lift her and carry her down the apartment’s hallway. I don’t know which room is hers, but I need a bed. The door at the end of the hall leads to a room decorated with happy images all over, and I know it’s hers.

  Sitting her on the bed, I strip my shirt and tie away, then reach for her. She runs her hands along my abs as I yank her pajama shirt open. Buttons fly, and she gasps as I kneel and suck one nipple, then the other. I hook her pants and panties with my fingers and pull them down. When she’s completely exposed, I push her down on the bed and stand to view my prize. Her hard nipples jut to the ceiling, her pussy glistens only for me, and her creamy thighs are begging for my teeth.


  “Spread,” I grit out as I unbuckle my belt and push my pants and boxer briefs to the floor.

  Her eyes travel to my cock, and one of her hands drifts to her pussy.

  “No.” I grip her hips and flip her over, then yank her up so she’s on all fours. “You don’t get off until I get you off, sunshine. Not until you’ve been punished. Not until I’ve fucked all the naughty out of you.”

  She moans and arches her back as I rear back and land a hard slap to her pale skin. She jerks forward, her hands gripping the pink bedspread.

  I hit her again and again, my right palm stinging as her pussy grows even wetter. “You are coming to work tomorrow, Ms. Lavine.”

  “Sunshine,” she breathes as I rub her red ass to lessen the hurt.

  “My sun needs to shine every day, do you understand?” I run a finger between her cheeks and toy with her puckered hole.

  Her toes curl. “Yes, Mr. Baxter.”

  “I mean it.” I lean down and bite her ass, my teeth sinking in and leaving my mark. “Every fucking day, I need you.”

  “Yes,” she squeals.

  Standing again, I push my cock against her wet slit, rubbing my head against her clit as her hips rock to my rhythm. “You brought this on yourself.”

  “Yes.” She spreads her knees wider, trying to get the friction she needs.

  I flip her on to her back and crawl on top, resting on my elbows as I look down at her angelic face. “This is it, Sunshine. This is what you need. Do you want your discipline?”

  “Yes,” she hisses. Her bubblegum tongue makes another appearance, and this time I claim it, my mouth taking hers as I line my cock up at her entrance. Her kiss is just as delicious as I’d feared, the velvet feel of her tongue an addictive caress. I kiss her deeper as I slide into her tight cunt.

  She tenses for only a moment, then digs her heels into my thighs, urging me on. I push all the way, my body lighting up with need as she moans.

  “I’ve taken so many things in my life.” I pull out and slam back home. “But this is by far the sweetest.”

  “It’s yours.” She arches for me, her nipples pressing against my chest as I lick and suck her throat.

  My hips piston into her, punishing her as I love her, teaching her as she completes me. She grips my hair, her fingers yanking the strands as she writhes beneath me. Gripping her shoulder, I hold her down and fuck her hard, so deep that she won’t be able to move without thinking of me.

  “This is mine.” I can barely get the words out.

  “Yours.” She bites her lip, but I take that away from her and run my teeth along her plump lip before taking her in another soul-destroying kiss. She lights me up, blowing all my fuses as I give her every bit of me. I’ll never be the same, and I’ll never be complete--not without my sunshine.

  14

  Georgia

  He needs me. Those three words fuel something deep inside me as he thrusts in and out of my body. I feel so connected to him. It’s as though I’m seeing a side to him that no one else gets to see. He’s also getting to see a side of me that I’ve never seen. One that I didn't even know existed until he pulled it to the surface. He’s done some sort of awakening to my body.

  He claims my mouth again, nipping at my lip before slipping his tongue inside. I do the same, meeting his kiss with as much need. I’ve wanted this so badly. I tell myself that I’m going to take what I want. The same as the way he’s taking me. I hold nothing back. Not that I ever do, but this is different. This is a place I’ve never gone to with another man. Never mind it’s with a man that my father said is only using me. I can’t believe that. Not with the way he’s kissing me right now. I swear I can feel the love flowing through him and into me. I might be crazy. It wouldn't be the first time someone called me that. I don’t really care. My choices have gotten me to this point. In this moment, I wouldn't change a thing.

  I raise my hips to meet his thrusts. His moan fills my mouth and moves through my whole body. He doesn’t have to tell me that he needs me. I can feel it. The slight tremble to his body gives him away. It’s ever so subtle. He might be trying to hide it, but I sense it. Just like that day I walked into his office and knew he needed sunshine in his life. I’d never wanted to give it to someone so badly. It was as if I’d been waiting for this very moment. For this man that needs me. Maybe I need him, too. My body is screaming for him. It aches for him in a way that I never thought was possible.

  My orgasm is building with each of his thrusts. “Liam.” I moan his name as I pull my mouth from his.

  “I need you to come, sunshine.” His whole body is strung tight. He’s fighting his control. I’m right there with him. I’m holding the orgasm at bay. Usually whenever my punishment is over, he leaves or pushes me away. I don’t want him to leave this time. I want to prolong this moment, even though my body has different ideas.

  “Now!” he orders.

  My body complies. The orgasm hits harder than any other he’s given me. I scream out his name, my body shaking under his. The pleasure is almost too much to take. His warm release spills into me. The feeling of being so connected to him sends me over again. I don’t even know where that one came from, but I clench around him with my body trying to suck every drop from him. I want him as deep as he can get. I want him to own me inside and out.

  “Sunshine.” He whispers my name.

  My eyes flutter open. I hadn't known I’d closed them. Slowly, he starts to place soft gentle kisses all over my face. I smile, enjoying this sweet side of Liam as much as I enjoy the rough one of Mr. Baxter.

  Oh God, I think I love all of him. I swallow all the emotions I’m feeling. I should be used to it. He always has me all over the place, but for once I am actually a little scared.

  “Don’t leave.” I cling to him, wrapping myself around him tightly. He rolls, taking me with him. I lie spread out on his chest as his hands roam over my back. His fingers continue to caress me tenderly, but he doesn’t respond to my plea. Nervous butterflies swarm in my stomach as I try to think of what to do next.

  “Did you eat?”

  What an odd question to ask right now, but I nod.

  “Good. I worry.” He kisses the top of my head.

  I realize it’s his way of checking on me to make sure I’m taken care of. I melt into him, letting sleep take me and having faith that tomorrow, nothing will change. That I won’t wake to him putting up his walls again. Though I rather enjoy trying to break them down. They crumble so easily for me. No one else can seem to get close to him. Or that’s the way it’s looked over the past week. The small amount of digging I’ve done on him didn’t turn up any girlfriends. It didn’t really turn up much of anything, especially a social life. His days are rather solitary, with the majority of them wrapped up in his business.

  I don’t know if Liam Baxter is trying to get at my father by using me, but I think when it’s all said and done, I might actually be Liam’s weak spot. Not my father’s.

  He’s gone. I can still smell him, but the weight of his body that was wrapped around me is no longer there. My eyes fly open as I sit up in the bed. The morning light pours in through my window.

  “Liam?” I call out. I don’t receive a response.

  Mr. Grumpy Pants jumps onto my bed and lets out a loud meow, demanding his breakfast. I bolt from the bed when I see the time. I’m late. I start to rush around, hurrying my morning routine, not wanting to be late for work. But by the time I’m finally getting out the door I pause. Why am I rushing? He wasn't here when I woke up.

  My lips purse precariously close to a frown. They never do that. Again, he is going to make me do something that I don’t normally do. I should send him a text saying I’m not coming to work, but the need to go in and be a brat pulls me down the stairs and out the front doors of my building. Now he’s gone and ruined my happy mood, and he’s going to deal with the consequences of his actions.

  “Ms. Lavine.” A man in a suit calls to me. He opens the door to a town car parked at the
curb. “I'm here to take you to work.”

  Ohhh. This must be Mr. Baxter’s way of making sure I get to my desk on time. I hope he doesn’t think this will get him an inch of mercy.

  “Fine.” I nod with a huff. The man's eyebrows rise. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. That rudeness is meant for Mr. Baxter. You can tell him I did it, too.”

  The man quirks a smile.

  “Call me Georgia please.” I hold my hand out.

  “Carter.” He shakes my hand. “I’ll be sure to let him know.”

  Thank you.” I give him a bright smile. “You can drive as slow as you like,” I add.

  “I wish I could oblige, but I like my job.”

  “Fine. I don’t want to get you in trouble.” I slip into the back of the car and open my bag so that Mr. Grumpy Pants can poke his head out. Of course he doesn't, because his cute butt went back to sleep. I ponder ways to get back at Liam the whole way to the office. I can’t believe he up and left without a word. Isn’t that what immature, mean guys do? They skip out in the morning so they don’t have to face anything? The thought of Liam not wanting to stay this morning threatens to ruin my day so I push it aside. I’m not thinking of him as Liam today, I’m only going to refer to him as Mr. Baxter.

  When we pull up to the building, I think I’ve come up with a way to respond to his actions. He wants to slip out on me, fine, but two can play that game. I’m going to ignore him. I’m going to be cold toward him. It’s going to take everything I have to pull it off, because it goes against my nature. He doesn’t deserve to have sunshine after what he pulled. I bet this will drive him crazy. He pretty much lost it when he thought that I was going to be absent from work, so this should needle him a bit. Let’s see how it goes when I don’t give him the time of day. I’m not even going to give him one of my smiles.

  I get to my desk and get Mr. Grumpy Pants situated while reminding him that we’re not talking to Mr. Baxter today and he’s not to be nice to him. My little cutie purrs in agreement as I give his ears a quick rub. I work for a little while, but my curiosity gets the best of me. Before I know it, I’m up and heading towards Mr. Baxter’s office. I poke my head inside without knocking, needing to know if he’s there. He looks up when he sees me. He starts to rise from his chair, but I dart back to my desk.