Beauty and the BOSS (Billionaire's Obsession Book 1)

by R. S. Elliot

  “God! Luke, please please, I want you, just please—”

  Luke hooked his thumbs under my panties and tugged them off, exposing me to his fingers.

  “You’re soaked,” he purred, obviously pleased with himself, and then slid a finger inside me.

  “Yes!” I exclaimed, digging my fingers into his back and pulling him in closer. “More, please—”

  Another finger entered me, wide and rough, and I practically melted. He fucked me with his fingers deeply and slowly, kissing me languidly as I squirmed and panted. With every frenzied toss of my head, he chased me with his mouth, pulling me back into his intoxicating kiss as he sped up his rhythm. I had fingered myself to the memory of his touch before, but it paled in comparison to this.

  “God, I’m not going to last if you go on like that. Please, I want you.”

  “Tell me what you want, Emily,” he said into my neck. His voice was ragged with lust.

  “I want you to fuck me like you did on your desk. Please.”

  That was all I could think to say, but this man could reduce me to begging with a single glance, no more than one kiss. His insistent pressure inside me disappeared, and I fell back against the pillows, struggling to catch my breath as residual pleasure coursed through me in waves. I was so close that I could finish myself off in seconds, but I breathed deeply and pulled myself together as Luke rid himself of the rest of the clothes. Then he was over me again, kissing me with insistence as he spread my legs, sank his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, and sheathed himself inside me.

  The sensation was immense, and I bucked my hips up against him, taking as much of his cock as I could. He fucked me deeply, pulling almost all the way out before pounding into me again. Together we set a steady, relentless pace, making a mess of ourselves and the sheets. I kissed and licked his sweat-slicked skin, desperate for more of him, and he fondled my breasts with the clumsy desperation of a man nearing his release.

  “Just a little more,” I pled. “I’m so close.”

  “You’re gorgeous,” He panted. “Let me see you come, sweetheart. Come for me.”

  He circled my clit with a finger still slick with my juices, but it was his words that put me over the edge. He spoke to me with such a gentle, irresistible command that any tension left in my body melted away instantly, opening me to the wave of orgasm that crashed over me.

  “Oh God,” I said, latticing our fingers together and squeezing. “I’m coming. I’m coming for you. Please don’t stop.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “I can feel you tightening around my cock. Fuck, Emily...”

  I cried out his name in agonized pleasure when I finished, and he picked up his speed to an almost frantic pace. I relished the feeling of him fucking me past my orgasm, taking his own pleasure from my spent body, and a minute later, he groaned my name and spent himself inside me. I tightened my legs around him and pulled him down into a sticky, warm embrace, where we lay for the next minute, catching our breath together.

  We kissed lazily for I don’t know how long, nuzzling noses and breathing deeply together. I trailed my fingers down his back, feeling the firmness of his muscles, now relieved of all tension. His warm weight was like a security blanket, and I felt sure that I could sleep there beside him for a decade, tired and satisfied and perfectly safe.

  Part of me couldn’t believe what had happened. I had let Luke Thorpe into my hotel room. I let him touch me like that and take me on top of the covers when we were on a business trip with Sonia dozing in one of the rooms next door. But another part of me felt that this was inevitable. Luke and I had always been building up to this moment, blissed-out in each other’s arms. Another tiny part of me was distressed because I just realized something important. I had realized, as I lay in his arms, twining my fingers lightly through his hair, that I might be doing the unthinkable without even meaning to.

  I might be falling for Luke Thorpe.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Luke

  I did not understand how I had let this happen. It was impossible to say that I regretted it; this was the furthest feeling from regret I could fathom. Emily and I had wanted each other for months, and this was our opportunity to enjoy each other thoroughly. She had somehow broken through my carefully constructed defenses in the car. I saw no reason to deny ourselves any longer, especially not since she knew the truth of who I was to her. But a practical voice in the back of my head chided me for being so irresponsible, for jeopardizing both our careers. I hadn’t thought this through all the way. Was I starting a relationship here? Initiating a one-off fling with an intern to blow off steam while traveling for a conference? I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted yet, but I knew it wasn’t the latter. Emily was so much more to me than that, even if we still had a long way to go in getting to know each other. I didn’t want to pull her into my orbit just to cast her off again, and I didn’t want us to fall into a stifling rhythm of only talking to one another when we were lonely for adult company. That couldn’t be the way this went, not if I had anything to say about it.

  “That was amazing,” Emily said finally. Her voice was so soft, like the sweet skin of a peach. “Thank you.”

  “What are you thanking me for?” I replied, amused. No one had ever thanked me after sex before, no matter what they thought of it.

  Emily lifted her head, red hair falling in a tumble to one side. She kissed me, a feather-light pressure that was somehow even more intense than the passionate kiss we shared when she let me into her room. This was an undiluted vulnerability, and I felt like I could become drunk on it.

  “For everything. For the ride home, and the job, and the meetings, and the hotel… and the sex, too,” she added with a wicked little grin that made me want to have her all over again right there where we lay. But something stopped me, and I ran my hand along the curve of her face in concern.

  “Emily sweetheart, I don’t want you to think that me helping you out on the street or at work, was just a ploy to get you into bed. I’ve wanted you since I saw you; that doesn’t mean I’ve been trying to bribe you into sleeping with me.”

  “No, no, I know that!” She exclaimed, lashes fluttering over her eyes. “I slept with you because I wanted to. But those are all good things, and you deserve to be thanked.”

  “Well, in that case, I suppose you’re welcome.”

  “Unless, of course, you’re some serial seducer who sleeps with all his interns,” she teased, but I could see that there was some genuine curiosity underneath. Emily was a woman who liked to know where she stood, and I respected that.

  “No. There have been other women, but no one from Skyblue. You’re the first. And for the record, I still feel terrible that you’re my intern.”

  She settled in against me again, nuzzling her nose against mine. The soft press of her breasts and stomach against me felt outrageously good, and I knew if she kept kissing me and murmuring in that sweet little voice while pushing herself up against me, I would be hard again in no time.

  “Well, I’m a consenting adult, so you shouldn’t. Although I think it’s kind of sexy.”

  “Oh yeah?” I asked, threading my fingers through her hair. I brushed my thumb across her lips. “Is that why you let me in? Have a thing for older men?”

  “Not usually,” she giggled. “But it works for you. I guess I’ve just fulfilled that old stereotype about girls with daddy issues.”

  I continued to hold her close and stroke her hair. There was a story there, I could feel it, but I didn’t want to push her too hard about it. We had been through a lot recently, and she had just exposed herself to me, literally and figuratively, in a big way. But if she wanted to talk, I was willing to listen.

  “Is your dad out of the picture?” I asked.

  Emily rested her chin on my chest. A cloud had passed over her demeanor, but she was still relaxed and open. I resolved to respect and listen intently to whatever she told me next since it was sure to be something weighty.

  “Yeah
… He died when I was sixteen. It was really tough for all of us, my mom and my little sister Darlene and I. But I think that out of all of us I was the closest to him. It sounds awful; it’s not like he didn’t love my mom and Darlene, and I’ll bet all teen girls think that about their fathers if they’re close… but he was my rock. He was my biggest cheerleader, and he was just so attentive and supportive. I sometimes worry that I might have taken him for granted when he was alive. It’s so easy to be selfish when you’re that age, you know.”

  “Oh, baby,” I said quietly. I wasn’t usually one for endearments with women I had just slept with, especially if I wasn’t sure where the relationship stood, but Emily brought it out of me. She was precious, and I wanted her to know that. “You weren’t selfish; you were just a kid. Kids lean on their parents; it’s what they do. If he was alive, I’m sure what he would want for you is success and happiness.”

  Emily smiled at me and then gave a little sniffle, and I realized with distress that tears were welling up in her eyes.

  “Oh no! Did I say something wrong, are you alright?”

  She hid her face in my chest and sniffled again, but now she was laughing. When she looked up, her eyes were still watery, and her face was pink with embarrassment.

  “I’m sorry; I'm just emotional! I don’t even know why. It’s probably the hormones or the endorphins or something.”

  “It’s fine! You’re allowed to feel whatever you need to. Come here.”

  I pulled her back into me, wrapping both of my arms around her. I was never this affectionate with one-night stands, on the rare occasions that I had them. Past girlfriends had complained that my mind wandered back to work when we were in bed together, which was true. But Emily held all my attention at this moment.

  “You’re not the only one with a complex relationship with their parents,” I began, hoping that sharing a bit of my story would make her feel better about sharing her own. “I told you my mom died when I was still in elementary school. My father is still alive, and he’s… he does his best to be involved, and he does love my sister and me very much, but he drank a lot when I was in high school. He turned himself around when I was in college, but by then, the damage was done. Sometimes I feel like I grew up without a father. But I told you; that’s why people like Aunt Martha were such godsends. That’s why I want to make sure that some of the money I make goes back into those neighborhoods, to help out kids like me who need an extra hand.”

  “I think that’s really admirable. New York is an amazing place to live and work, don’t get me wrong, but it’s… hard. I couldn’t imagine having to learn how to navigate it myself when I was just a kid. The New Jersey suburbs weren’t exactly glamorous, but they were pretty safe, I guess. I’d still like to live in a neighborhood one day like the one you grew up in. Somewhere where people know each other’s families and help each other out if they can.”

  “There used to be a lot more of it in the boroughs. Now rent prices and gentrification are pushing so many of the old families out and breaking up the local shops. It’s really a shame. But I’ve got this idea for a charity organization that I’m hoping to be able to devote some time to next year, and I hope it can help out.”

  I was a bit surprised at myself for divulging this so freely. Longtime friends like Olivia and Marcus and Nico knew about my dreams to sow money and volunteer hours back into the neighborhood where I had grown up. Hopefully, through an initiative led by people currently living there so we could be sure we were meeting their current needs. But it wasn’t exactly something I chatted about casually. I knew that to many it sounded like a pipe dream or a distraction from my company, but there was something about Emily’s openness that told me she would understand or at least would listen to without judgment.

  “That sounds like a great idea,” she said. “I’m sure people would really appreciate that. Most people don’t visit home after they make it big, and they don’t make time to give back.”

  “I know. I want to try, at least.” I ran my hand up Emily’s bare back and found that I was actually feeling nervous about this next bit. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought it before, but this would be my first time speaking it aloud, even to myself. “You’re free to say no, but if you’re interested in visiting the old neighborhood with me, maybe there’ll be an opportunity after all this crazy press stuff dies down. I’ve meant to go back anyway to catch up with some old friends, talk to the people on the street about their needs. If you wanted, we could even count it as part of your internship.”

  Emily’s eyebrows shot up, and for an awful moment, I worried I had gone too far. But then a smile burst across her face.

  “I would love to! That would be amazing.”

  I couldn’t help but smile too. Her joy was infectious, and my heart beat faster at the thought of spending more time with her, watching her face while she met my friends and family, kissing her on the same front stoop where I had dreamed about building my business empire as a little boy. Maybe I was getting carried away, but I couldn’t bother to care.

  “It seems like you’ve made the best of the cards life dealt you.”

  “It’s usually the bad shit that happens to us that makes us into better people as adults. I hope that doesn’t sound callous.”

  “No,” Emily mused. “I don’t think so. Losing my father was the hardest thing imaginable, but it made me a lot more self-reliant. It made me closer to my mother and sister. I would never choose to live through it again, but it wasn’t all bad, in the end. “You’re smart,” I said. And then added in a teasing tone, “You know. For a nineteen-year-old.”

  Emily looked up at me with mischievous electricity in her eyes.

  “Oh yeah? I guess that’s a compliment coming from an old man.”

  “Ouch!” I exclaimed with a laugh. “You’ve got a bad attitude.”

  “And what are you going to do about it?”

  I rolled her over onto her back, and she gave a happy squeal as I pinned her playfully to the bed.

  “I’ll have to adjust it for you, young lady.”

  I lost myself in her earnest caresses and breathless laughter for the next half hour and didn’t even care when we pulled the fitted sheet off the bed and when she dug her nails into my back hard enough to leave marks.

  Eventually, we had to leave the bed. I was reluctant to abandon our self-made Eden, and I kissed Emily’s knees as she pulled her socks on and trailed a little line of love bites across her shoulder while I hooked her bra for her. If I didn’t have an event to speak at and Sonia to answer to, I would happily stay in here with Emily all night, losing myself to pleasure and studying every line and curve of her body. But as much as she got under my skin, I couldn’t let her throw me too far off my goals. Honed focus had been my secret weapon for success until this point, and I couldn’t abandon it now.

  “Are you nervous about tonight?” Emily asked as I pulled on the shirt I had discarded near her door. She was watching me from her bed with a mix of satisfaction and delight, like watching me get dressed was some exquisite pleasure she had never even imagined.

  “Not particularly. Well… Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t had a lot of time to prepare for this one.”

  “But it’s all things you’re used to talking about right? Sonia said you’re just going to give a quick spiel about SkyBlue’s mission and what you’ve got planned for the next decade. Nothing very long.”

  “Right, just a quick inspirational speech before dinner. The conference just wanted someone in the field to list as a keynote speaker who could draw attendees; they aren’t too concerned about what I end up saying.”

  “It must be nice, though. To be asked.”

  “Definitely. I would have dropped out if it wasn’t important; that’s how busy my week has been. But I made a promise, and this is a good conference. So I kept it.”

  Emily was pulling on her shoes now, and tugging a thick, creamy evening blouse on over her dark jeans. She looked a bit more casual than most of
the attendees who would be at dinner, but she would be comfortable enough to wander around taking photographs from any angle she wanted. She looked like a member of my team, like someone who could be seen with me everywhere, and that made me very happy. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine traveling without her.

  “Do you want to practice your speech with me to get into the zone?”

  “That’s very sweet, but no. I prefer to stay in my own head the hour or so before a big speaking event. I’m not bad at them, and I don’t get stage fright as much as some people do, but they’re not my favorite. It’s easy for me to lose track of my thoughts or get anxious.”

  “You should try meditation,” she said, packing her camera and lenses away in their little leather satchel. “I do that before I take tests. Always works for me.”

  “Seriously? You want me to sit cross-legged and chant?”

  “No! Meditation doesn’t have to be all that. It’s just taking a few minutes to clear your head and focus on your breath. Supposedly it makes your concentration sharper and brings down stress levels.”

  “Well, I could use that,” I admitted, running the brush that she handed me through my hair. In the mirror, I managed to assemble myself into someone who did not look like he had spent the last hour ravishing his intern in a hotel bed. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yes,” Emily said, clipping some hoops to her ears as she approached me. I was standing by the door, eager to get the speaking event over and done with, but she took an extra moment to stand in front of me and smile dreamily.

  “Kiss for luck?” She asked shyly.

  I was happy to take her kisses, sweet with the taste of her strawberry lip balm, and almost let them pull me back into bed and away from my responsibilities. But I stayed strong.

  “Thank you,” I said, pulling away. “Let me walk out first? Just in case Sonia…”