Possessive Boss

by Hamel, B. B.

  “Shut the door,” I say.

  She shuts it behind her. “Is something wrong?” she asks.

  I shake my head. “Sit.”

  She walks over and sits down.

  “I just wanted to see how you were fitting in.”

  She looks relieved. “Oh. I’m doing great so far.”

  “Not much to do, right?”

  “Right.” She laughs nervously. “But that won’t last.”

  “Hopefully.” I glance down at the papers in front of me. “We have a few prospective clients already in the city. I think Darin will have more for us soon.”

  “Darin,” she says, meeting my eye.

  I nod a little. “He’s the recruiter.”

  “Right.” She hesitates. “Look, I should…” She trails off.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  “We kissed the other night,” she blurts out.

  I laugh a little. “Yeah, we did. I liked it.”

  She blushes. “I liked it too.”

  I lean toward her. “So what? You want to come around this desk and kiss me again?”

  “Yes,” she says. “I mean, I do, but you shouldn’t.”

  “Why not?” I raise an eyebrow. “Let me guess. There’s a boyfriend.”

  She leans back. “What? No, of course not. You think I’d cheat on a boyfriend?”

  I shrug a little. “I don’t know. I don’t think you’d cheat on a man like me… but you can’t help yourself with me, can you?”

  She rolls her eyes. “God, you’re the worst. You’re making me rethink this.”

  “Rethink what?”

  “Look, all weekend I’ve been… I’ve been thinking, okay? I’ve been thinking about what I’m doing here.”

  “I assume you’re here to be a junior trader.”

  “No,” she says, meeting my eyes. “No, I’m not.”

  “Okay,” I say, smiling. “I’ll play this game. What are you doing here? Were you sent to seduce me?”

  She winces. “No. I mean, yes. In a way.”

  “Now I’m lost.”

  “Okay.” She takes a deep breath. “I want to come clean because I like you.”

  “I like you too,” I say. “I want more of you. But I’m not sure I like where this is going.”

  “You don’t. I mean, you’re not going to.” She looks away again. “Can you promise that you won’t hate me after I tell you this?”

  “I can promise you that I’ll listen and try to take you at your word,” I say slowly, feeling my body tense. “But I can’t promise anything else.”

  “That’s fair. That’s… yeah, that’s fair.” She closes her eyes and breathes. “I really didn’t want to tell you. But I think I have to. I think you’re going to want to help.”

  “Valerie. Tell me. Stop delaying.”

  She opens her eyes. “I work for the SEC.”

  I stare at her, bewildered. “The Securities and Exchange Commission? You’re a fed?”

  She winces again. “Yes. I’m… a fed, I guess.”

  “What the hell is going on here?”

  “We’ve been… no, they’ve been investigating your partner, Darin Ficino, for years He has ties with organized crime and—”

  “What the fuck?” I lean back in my chair, staring at her. She’s practically trembling. I can tell she’s upset and this is hard for her, but my head’s reeling. “Organized crime? Like the fucking mob?”

  She nods. “You mentioned the mob the other night. Those men you had a meeting with…”

  I gape. “I was fucking joking around.” I shake my head and push back from my desk. “This is insane. This is illegal. How can the SEC send someone into my company?”

  “They’ve been trying for years. I’m the first one you hired. I didn’t even want to do this, it wasn’t why they hired me originally, but then they sprang it on me and said I’d be perfect for the job and…” She trails off. I can see the emotion clear in her face.

  This hurts her. This really hurts her.

  But it hurts me too.

  “Why are they investigating Darin?” I ask. I have to try and separate her from the feds if I want to have any chance of tasting her again.

  “He has ties to organized crime. His family… they work for the mafia. One of the mafias, at least, one of the families. It’s how his father made all their money. And we believe Ficino has been using FLFM to launder money for years.”

  “Jesus fucking shit.” I stare at her for a long moment. Neither of us speak. She’s so pretty, so fucking gorgeous, and that kiss comes back to me. The way she tasted, the way she fell into it… “Was any of it real?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says. “All of it was real. That’s… why I’m telling you. You weren’t supposed to find out about me until I had time to investigate, but I’m telling you because it was real. I didn’t mean for this to happen, it just… happened.”

  I rub my eyes and loosen my tie. I take a remote from my top desk drawer and hit a button.

  Blinds slowly roll down my windows. The door locks. We’re separated from the rest of the office.

  Val looks over her shoulder then back to me. I can see the fear in her eyes.

  “So you’re saying that you didn’t mean for this to happen,” I say, standing. “You didn’t mean to come into my company intent on investigating my partner… my friend? You didn’t mean to seduce me?”

  “Jacob,” she says, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to seduce you. I wasn’t supposed to get involved. It just… it happened.”

  “It did happen.” I walk around the desk toward her. I stare down at her, heart racing, body trembling with both anger and fear. “So what do we do now?”

  I stare down at her. She stares back up.

  “Help me,” she says.

  “Help you?”

  “We can catch Ficino. We can stop him from using your company to launder dirty money.”

  I laugh softly. “He’s my friend, Val. And you’re just a strange girl.”

  “No… no, I’m not. You know I’m not lying. Think about him, Jacob. Think about where his money came from, why you’re meeting with men you think are from the mob. Think about him and tell me I’m wrong.”

  I clench my jaw. I stare into her eyes, into her gorgeous eyes and I feel myself start to stiffen. I can’t fucking help it. She’s so sexy, especially when she’s looking at me with those big doe eyes with those fuckable, pouty lips.

  “Get up,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

  “W-what?”

  “Get to your feet. Right now.”

  She hesitates another second but she stands. She stares at me, chest heaving. Her breasts are so gorgeous, so full and supple.

  I take her by the hips and pull her against me. She looks surprised.

  “I’m not sure I believe you yet,” I say, growling. “But I know how you can prove it to me.”

  “How?”

  I push her to my desk. She stumbles back against it and puts her hands on the top, staring at me. I reach back and grab her hair rough, pulling it, making some fall from that perfect little bun.

  “Moan for me,” I whisper as I kiss her. I kiss her lips and neck as my other hand hikes up her skirt. I rub her warm spot between her legs over her black tights. She moans into my mouth, softly at first, but I pull her hair harder and feel her get hotter.

  “Oh, shit,” she says.

  I lift her up and put her down on the desk. She wraps her legs around my waist. I’m pulsing against my underwear, rock hard and so stiff I think I might tear through my pants. I kiss her hard and bite her lip. I’m being rough as I pull her hair and shove her back. She gasps when I pull her skirt up more and drop down to my knees. I grab the top of her tights and pull them down, revealing her little black panties.

  Fuck, she looks delicious. I kiss her inner thigh then push aside her underwear to lick her top to bottom. I lick her pussy and taste her dripping cunt. She’s so wet, so absolutely soaking wet, that I suddenly believe everything she�
��s saying.

  If she were lying, I don’t think she’d be this turned on. If any of it were fake, she wouldn’t be able to fake this.

  But she’s wet, soaking wet.

  I grab her hair and kiss her again as my fingers slide between her legs. I tease her clit then fuck her deep, pushing two fingers in as deep as I can. She gasps and I fuck her with my fingers, sliding them in and out. I grab her hair tight, kiss her hard, bite her lip. I kiss her neck and fuck her pussy faster, in and out, making her moan.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Oh my god. We can’t. We can’t. Someone… can come in.”

  “Door’s locked,” I growl. “Now shut up. I just want to hear you moan.”

  She groans as I drop between her legs. I push her knees wider and lick her again, top bottom, tasting her slick pussy. I lick her clit and suck it before biting gently. I lick her faster, sucking her, tasting her, making her moan.

  She grabs my hair with one hand as I work her. She grabs tight. I slide two fingers deep inside her pussy and fuck her with them as I lick and suck her clit.

  I want to get her off. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything right now. I need to hear her come, need to hear what she says and I need to taste it.

  I keep going, fucking her faster and harder. I lick and suck her and growl as I do it. I love her taste, love everything about her little pussy. She drives me so wild and I can barely control myself. I want to fuck her, take her and dominate her. I want to push her down on this desk and fuck her tight cunt hard, slide myself deep, and come all over those pretty, pouty lips. I want to make her swallow my seed and beg for more.

  Instead, I lick her faster. I fuck her with my fingers. I make her fucking moan.

  “Jacob,” she groans. “Oh, god. Oh, god. Keep going. Please, please, please keep going.”

  I don’t stop. I lick her, suck her, fuck her. I make her pussy feel like heaven, make her body tense, make her moans get louder.

  When she comes, it’s like honey on my tongue. I lap her up, tasting and licking her, making her come so hard she forgets words and devolves into gasping, groaning moans.

  She stiffens, her body tight and tense, and slowly leans back on her elbows, her head thrown back.

  “Oh my god,” she says.

  I stand and lean over her. I press my fingers against her lips. “Clean yourself off me,” I command.

  She does it. She sucks my fingers clean, licking every inch, sucking them thoroughly. When she’s done, she stares at me, mouth hanging open.

  I grab her hair and kiss her. “You weren’t lying,” I say.

  “I wasn’t.”

  “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Right here, you want me to slide my thick cock between your legs, spank you, make you mine.”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “It’s so dangerous. But I want it.”

  “Then you’re mine.” I growl the words. “You hear me? If I’m going to believe you and give you want you want, then you’re all mine. Every inch of you is mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

  “Oh, god,” she moans. “Yes, I understand.”

  “Then say it.”

  “I’m yours. Every inch of me.”

  “Good girl.”

  I kiss her softly then step away. I straighten my tie and run a hand through my hair.

  “Get yourself together,” I say. “And go back to your desk. We’ll talk more later.”

  She bites her lip and nods. She gets down off the desk, pulls her tights back up, and straightens herself up. When she’s done, she looks at me.

  “How do I look?”

  “You look like I could rip off that skirt again and take what I need.”

  “So that’s good?”

  I just nod. “That’s good.”

  She smiles a little bit, her cheeks flushed.

  I hit the button on my remote to unlock the door. She steps out and closes it behind her.

  I sit back down at my desk and close my eyes.

  Darin is working with the mob.

  When she first said it, I thought she was insane. But then she asked… where did his money come from? And I have to admit, the question hit home.

  I’ve wondered that my whole life. As far as I can tell, his father’s just any other normal lawyer. Takes on some clients, but not all that many.

  I’ve always wondered how they had so much money.

  Now I know. It’s so obvious. It always has been.

  Darin’s family works with the mafia. And Darin’s working with them now.

  If he’s using my company….

  I close my eyes. I feel a shiver on my spine.

  We’ve been friends for so long. We’ve been so close.

  But if he’s using my company to launder money for the mafia, he’s fucking finished. That’s a betrayal beyond anything else.

  I’m not fully convinced. Not yet, at least. I’m willing to give Val a chance to look into Darin, but if nothing comes up, I’m not going to let her tear my friend apart to find something to hurt him with.

  I’ll help guide her investigation. And I’ll see what turns up. At least this way, I know what’s going on.

  And all the while, I’ll take what I want from Val… and give her what she wants in return.

  I smile a little bit.

  It’s a good deal for both of us.

  I just hope we don’t get lost in this together.

  7

  Val

  “How was your first week?”

  Mr. Gauge’s voice is almost hard to hear. I cringe away from my phone a little bit.

  “It was good,” I say.

  “Wonderful. Settling in well?”

  “I think so.”

  “Do you have anything interesting to report?”

  I hesitate, staring at the wall.

  I have a lot to report.

  Maybe I could tell him about going out to dinner with Jacob and kissing him.

  Or maybe I can talk about how I almost invited him up to my room.

  Or maybe I can tell him how I blew the whole investigation open by confessing what I’m actually up to and putting myself entirely at Jacob’s mercy.

  Then again, I could just skip all that and talk about how Jacob gave me the best orgasm of my life.

  But no, I don’t want to tell him any of that.

  “Not really,” I say. “Most of it was just typical onboarding stuff. The company’s pretty legitimate.”

  Mr. Gauge chuckles. “I have no doubt that it’s legitimate, Valerie. Jacob Lofthouse isn’t our concern, as you’re well aware. It’s his partner’s activity that we’re interested in.”

  “I know that,” I say, letting a bit of edge into my voice. “Darin Ficino hasn’t been at the office at all. As far as I know, he doesn’t even work in the city.”

  “We will see,” Mr. Gauge says. “I suspect he’ll be around soon. Has Jacob Lofthouse met with any interesting clients yet?”

  “I have no clue,” I say and hate myself for lying. I don’t even know why I’m not being honest with him. “I’m not privy to that stuff yet.”

  “Keep at it then. We’re counting on you, Valerie.”

  “I’ll do my best.”

  “Very good.” He hangs up the phone.

  I toss it onto the couch and throw back my head.

  It’s Friday night and so far, the only thing I want to do is crawl into my bed and die.

  I never should’ve told Jacob the truth. As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew it was a huge mistake. He looked at me like I was insane, or like I just stabbed him in the chest.

  But then… he did something I didn’t expect.

  His mouth between my legs…

  It felt so good.

  I mean, so, so good. I’ve never in my life experienced anything so incredible. The way his tongue and lips worked my pussy, the way he seemed to love the way I tasted, the way I moaned…

  It was by far the most sexual thing I’ve ever experienced.

  He
made me feel gorgeous. And he got me off so intensely that I nearly passed out.

  Then nothing.

  That was on Monday.

  And all week, nothing. No comments, no calls, no emails. He didn’t call me into his office. He didn’t say a word.

  We just kept going like life was normal.

  More people came into the office, more people went through the onboarding process. I was given some rudimentary tasks. My supervisor Larry even laughed about how we don’t have any actual stuff to do, so it’s just grunt work for a while.

  I kept thinking Jacob would talk to me. I kept wanting him to call me into his office and kiss me again.

  What he said at the end… about me being his.

  I want that.

  It’s so insane. I know it’s insane. Every time I think about it, I groan and kick my legs and clench my jaw. It’s so stupid, it’s just one mess after another. But when he said those words to me, I instantly knew I wanted to throw myself at him and never, ever stop letting him touch my body.

  Stupid. Insane.

  My phone rings, snapping me out of it. I look down and nearly scream.

  It’s him.

  Like he’s some kind of psychic and knew I was thinking about him.

  Well, it wouldn’t take a psychic. Ever since Monday, he’s the only thing I’m thinking about.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Valerie.” His smooth, deep voice. “Busy?”

  “Not at all.” I hesitate. “Haven’t heard from you all week.”

  “I know. I’ve been busy. Opening a new office is a lot of work.”

  “Right, I’m sure.”

  He laughs. “You’re not feeling neglected, are you?”

  “No, I mean, of course not.”

  “Right.” A short silence. “Come to my place. I want to talk.”

  “Just talk? At your hotel room?”

  “Just talk. If I wanted to fuck, I’d come to you.”

  I feel a shiver down my spine. “Right. Okay.”

  “I’ll send my driver. I’m the penthouse.” He hangs up the phone.

  I jump to my feet, eyes wide. I run into my bedroom, strip off my comfy clothes, and rifle through my closet.

  Eventually I end up with a pair of jeans and a tucked-in shirt with a cardigan over top of it. As soon as I’m dressed and my hair’s done, I hate everything I’m wearing, but the buzzer goes off.