Bosshole: A Grumpy Boss Romance

by Jagger Cole

  “I half expected an empty plate,” Barrett grunts after the waiter leaves us with our food.

  I groan. “Are you seriously making a famine joke in an Ethiopian restaurant?”

  He grins. “I’ve got a dark sense of humor.”

  “Jesus, no shit.”

  He grins at me. I grin right back. Shit, this feels too good. This feels way too natural, too. For this not being a date, we’re having way, way too good of, well, a date. We laugh, we tell jokes, we swap stories. We eat a ton of great food, and the beers just keep on coming. Until finally, I’m full, I’m still laughing, and I’m roaring past buzzed and into drunk.

  “Hey! Stop that!” I pluck the bill from his hand when he reaches for his credit card.

  Barrett frowns. “I got it, Delphine.”

  “Like hell you do,” I giggle. “I invited you out. It’s on me.”

  “You’re aware how many zeros are in my bank account, right?”

  “You’re aware that your large bank account doesn’t do it for me, right?”

  “Just my large something else?”

  I blush deeply. I bite my lip. Barrett growls and slides closer to me.

  “Are you going to let me buy you dinner or not,” I mutter. But I’m not mad. I’m just extremely turned on.

  “Fine,” he finally grunts.

  “Thank you.”

  When we step outside after settling up, I’m feeling wild. I’m also having the night of my life, and I don’t feel like ending it. I grab his hand and grin. “Come on.”

  Mr. Grumpy-pants frowns. “Where?”

  “A place. Come on.”

  He scowls. “What place?”

  I sigh. “It’s a gay S&M sex club and the Wall Street Journal is already there waiting for you.”

  He smirks. “Very funny.”

  “Will you just trust me? I want to show you how the rest of the world lives.”

  “Ethiopian food and gay S&M clubs, apparently.”

  I giggle and raise my hand for a cab. Barrett frowns.

  “I’ll call my driver—”

  “Hey Barrett?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe we can take that stick out of your ass for just one night?”

  He grins. “Lead the way.”

  The dive bar is a zoo by the time we get there. Some band that Ella is friends with is playing, and the crowd is drunk, wild, and having the night of their lives. Luckily, with as much as we’ve had to drink, we fit right in.

  In the dark, swirling crowd, we’re anonymous. He’s not Barrett King, billionaire bosshole. And I’m not Delphine nobody, the employee he’s sleeping with. We’re just two people out on a date having the time of our lives.

  The music is sultry and pounding. The drinks are cheap and cold, and the dance floor is hot and sweaty. His hands are all over me. My body is pressed to his like it’s glued to him. I can feel the throbbing hardness between his legs, just like I know he can feel the heat between mine.

  His lips taste mine; I kiss him back. I grind against him in the heat of the club. And when he growls in my ear that he wants to take me home, I let it all go.

  “I have a better idea,” I hiss into his ear. I take his hand. I feel wild and insane. I feel like a seductress, and more than a little slutty. But when I pull Barrett towards the bathrooms, he growls. He grabs my hand back, takes the lead, and all but drags me into the bathroom.

  14

  Barrett

  She moans when I slam her against the bathroom door. It’s dark in here, with one flickering neon light above the sink. The walls are covered in graffiti and band stickers. The bathroom of a dive bar isn’t exactly the height of romance.

  But this isn’t about romance. This is about lust and raw attraction. This is about getting my cock inside of her hot little cunt as quickly as fucking possible.

  She fumbles behind her and locks the door. We cut half the line to get in here but fuck them. This dive bar is grimy enough that they can all go piss on the floor out there and I doubt anyone would even notice.

  Even in here, the band music pounds through the walls like muffled thunder. Or maybe that’s just my pulse hammering in my ears. I kiss Delphine recklessly. I kiss her possessively, like her lips owe me. My hands squeeze her waist, and she moans into my mouth.

  But I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve been thirsty for the fucking taste of her all night; dying to hear the sounds of her coming for me. I growl and suddenly pull her away from the door. I spin her around and press her up against the sink. There’s a scratched-up mirror in front of us. My cock surges when I kiss her neck from behind and see the pure lust on her face.

  I’m not the only one who’s been dying for this all night.

  I drop down behind her. My hands yank her skirt up to her waits. Before she can even gasp, my mouth presses between her thighs.

  “Oh my God, Barrett!” She whines.

  My tongue drags up and down her slippery pussy from behind. Christ, she tastes so fucking good. And she’s so goddamn wet for me. I push my tongue into her and then drag it across her clit. She moans and writhes against me. But I pin her to the sink. My hands grip her ass and pull her hard against my eager mouth.

  I suck on her clit until her legs are shaking. I’m feeling wicked though. I want all of her. Every single fucking inch of her. My tongue drags over her pussy again. I part her lips and slide my tongue deep into her opening. But then I keep dragging back. I spread her ass, and my tongue drags back even more. Delphine stiffens.

  “Wait, fuck, Barrett, what…oh my GOD.”

  She squeals in pleasure when my tongue slips over her asshole. I growl and swirl it over her tight hole. She trembles against me, legs shaking as she claws at the scratched mirror in front of her. My hand slides between her thighs. I start to rub her throbbing clit with my thumb as I tongue her ass in slow circles.

  Her moans of pleasure fill the fucking bathroom. Her whole body is trembling, and her legs shake. She pushes back shamelessly now, so eager for the pleasure my tongue is giving her. I rub her clit even faster, adding pressure. My tongue is relentless on her little hole. And then suddenly, she shudders and starts to come for me.

  “Barrett!” She cries. I groan and keep swirling my tongue and thumb on her. Her whole body is spasming and quivering against me as the orgasm leaves her breathless and trembling.

  But I’m so far from done with her.

  I stand. My belt loosens, and I yank my zipper down. My pants and boxers hit the floor, and I move behind her.

  “Oh fuck, please,” she moans. She pushes her ass back against me. I stroke my throbbing hard cock, ease the swollen head against her lips, and I push.

  “Oh FUCK!” Delphine cries out. My thickness sinks into her hot little cunt. I grip her hips and growl as I plunge into her heat. Her hands are flat and splayed on the mirror. She arches her back and pushes back against me to take me deeper. My hips pull back and then slam into her. My thick cock slides out and then plunges deep into her eager little pussy.

  My hand slides up to grab her hair in a fist. My other hand grips her ass tight, and I start to fuck her hard. This isn’t the place for making love. Right now is about claiming her. This is about fucking her like she has never been fucked before.

  My hips crash into her. My abs slap her ass. I look down and groan at the way my fat cock stretches her open. She’s so damn wet, too. It’s glistening all over me and dripping off of me when I slide out. I groan and push back in, getting as deep as I possibly can.

  My hand slides over her ass. I growl, and a red misted lust takes over my vision. My thumb slides down between the cheeks of her ass. I tease her little hole as I fuck her against the sink. Delphine whimpers eagerly and pushes back against me.

  I groan, and my cock surges. I thrust into her harder. My thumb slips into her ass. Delphine starts to lose control. She moans even louder, thrusting back to meet me. I growl, guiding her back and forth on my cock and my thumb as she starts to tremble all over.

 
“Barrett…I…I!

  “Come,” I snarl. It’s a demand. Nothing more. I’m demanding that she fucking come for me. “Come for me right fucking now,” I hiss. I thrust deep, and suddenly, she cries out.

  “I’m coming!” I groan and push deep. I can feel her pussy rippling over my cock. I can feel her body trembling and shaking for me. She whimpers her release with her hands pressed flat to the mirror, coming all over my cock.

  But the red mist is still all I can see. I ease my cock in and out of her as she comes down from her high. My swollen head slips out of her wetly. My thumb slides from her ass. But then, with my cock in my fist, I slide it higher. My pulse hums. My desire to claim this woman in every fucking way possible is all consuming.

  I press the slick head of my cock against her ass. Delphine gasps sharply and stiffens. She looks up in the mirror, and her gaze meet mine. My eyes are clouded with lust. So are hers.

  “Oh fuck, Barrett…” she whispers. “I’ve…I’ve never…”

  “I want to take all of you, baby,” I hiss. I lean over her, with my lips by her ear. I push a little more, and she whimpers.

  “I want to claim you like no one ever has. ALL of you is all mine, Delphine,” I growl. “But if you say no—”

  “I’m not going to say no,” she chokes.

  I growl. I add a little pressure, and she whimpers. She turns her head to look at me. Her eyes are as filled with lust as mine. “You want my ass, Barrett?”

  I growl. My cock surges against her. My grip tightens on her hip. “Yes,” I snarl.

  “Then take it.”

  I crush my lips to hers. I kiss her slow and deep as I push my hips forward. My cock is so slick from her cum. She so goddamn tight. So impossibly, impossibly tight. But I go slow. I might want her more than any man has ever wanted any woman. But I’m not going to hurt her.

  I keep adding pressure, slowly. She whimpers, gasping in pleasure. I reach around and start to rub her clit. Slowly, my head sinks into her. I feel it slip past her ring with a small pop. Delphine’s breath catches. But she starts to kiss me deeper. I growl into her mouth and push my hips forward. It’s so fucking slow. But inch by inch, her tight little ass begins to swallow up all of my thickness. Until finally, I’m all the way inside of her.

  “Oh. My. God…” she whispers. “Oh my fucking God, Barrett!”

  I can only snarl in reply. Pure animal lust grips me. I hold her tight; one hand between her legs rubbing her clit. The other cupping her jaw. I slide my hips back, and then slowly slide them back against her. I’m slow and gentle. But slowly, I start to move more deliberately.

  Delphine’s moans get louder. My thrusts get deeper and harder until I’m snarling into her mouth and fucking her ass against the bathroom sink. She reaches back to grip my hip. It’s like she’s pulling me into her, wanting more of me. Her pussy is so fucking wet all over my fingers. I rub her clit in circles as I take her ass, until her legs start to shake.

  “Oh my fucking God, Barrett! I…I…You’re gonna make me come like this!”

  I groan and keep thrusting into her. She’s so fucking tight and hot. Her ring squeezes the life from my cock with every thrust. I’m barely hanging on. I rub her clit faster and harder. My muscles ache and burn as I keep fucking her. Her ass slaps against my abs with each thrust. And then suddenly, with a jolt like lightning, she’s going.

  “Oh FUCK!” She screams, loudly. Her body quivers and shakes and spasms on my cock. Her ass clenches down, and I grunt my release. I thrust into her, and my hot cum spills deep in her ass in thick, powerful ropes.

  We stay like that trembling against the sink, trying to catch our breaths. I think we both realize at the same time that someone’s pounding on the door. But we just look at each other and grin.

  “Fuck off!” I yell with a laugh.

  “Yeah fuck off!” She giggles. “People are trying to screw in here!”

  I laugh, loudly. It actually might be the most real laugh I’ve had in a very long time.

  “Trying to?”

  “Successfully, I might add,” she murmurs. I kiss her slowly and gently pull out of her. Delphine gasps. She turns in my arms and grins at me. Then she glances around at the scummy bar bathroom and laughs.

  “And they say romance is dead.”

  I chuckle. “Wasn’t this exact scenario in a rom-com movie recently?”

  “Oh, right, the one where Tom Hanks fucks Meg Ryan in the ass in the bar bathroom?” She purrs. It’s like she’s able to mix humor and sultriness into one amazing package.

  I chuckle. “Must have missed that one.”

  She grins. “Hey Barrett?”

  I pull her close and kiss her softly. “Yeah.”

  “This may be forward…”

  I start to laugh. So does she. Then she kisses me slowly.

  Shit. It’s not just any kiss. It’s not just a lust kiss. Or even a having fun kiss. It’s a real, meaningful kiss. And I want more of that.

  “Do you want to come back to my place?”

  She pulls back. She chews on her lips nervously. Christ is that adorable.

  “Look, it’s not as nice as yours by…well, obviously it’s not as nice as yours. And my bed is a lot smaller, and…”

  “Delphine.”

  She stops rambling and takes a breath. “Yeah?”

  “Let’s go back to your place.”

  15

  Delphine

  I wake up to the smell of bacon. And eggs. And…I groan. And coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee.

  I slowly open my eyes. I roll over and groan a little. Okay, I’m a little sore, and my head has a slight pounding to it. The headache is from the endless cheap beers out with Barrett. The delicious soreness is from…well, everything else we did.

  The bar bathroom comes rushing back to me. I blush, rolling my eyes at myself for being so wild. But It also didn’t stop there. The cab ride home was…interesting. And handsy to the point of the poor cab driver asking us to please stop.

  Then there was the elevator up to my floor. Then my kitchen floor, my shower, and then finally my bed. Three times. I grin to myself. Okay, last night was fucking awesome.

  The smell of breakfast food and coffee hits me again. My stomach growls demandingly. Suddenly, my bedroom door opens. I crack up when Barrett walks in wearing a pink apron carrying a tray full of food and coffee.

  “Ah, good, room service,” I grin.

  He chuckles. “Service with a smile, miss.”

  I eye his apron and giggle. Then I look closer. “Wait, turn around.”

  Barrett grins. He turns, and I start to giggle loudly. He’s wearing a pink apron all right. And nothing else.

  “Service with a smile indeed!” I laugh. I wince. “Doesn’t seem like the safest way to be cooking bacon though.”

  He chuckles. “There were some close calls.”

  “Well, careful with that…that thing,” I giggle. “I’m kind of fond of it.”

  He grins. “That thing?”

  “That…monster,” I giggle.

  Barrett growls and makes a clawing motion which makes me laugh even more. He slides into bed and sets the tray down on the side table. “Eggs, bacon, waffles, and coffee.”

  I blink in surprise. “Wow, who knew the richest man in New York could cook?”

  He rolls his eyes. “You do remember that I was dirt poor a lot longer than I was rich, right?”

  I smirk at him. “Do you?”

  “All the time. It’s motivation to not fail.”

  I chuckle. “Barrett, I think you could fail with flying colors right now and still be richer than pretty much anyone else on the planet.”

  He grins. I smile back. Something is different, and not in a bad way. It’s like there’s a weight that’s usually sitting on him that isn’t anymore. He looks freer. He looks happy. He leans in to kiss me. I shriek and jump from the bed.

  “Oh my God, no way. Let me brush my teeth first.”

  “Bare naked, and you’re worried about brus
hing your teeth?” He chuckles.

  “Hey, a girl has to draw the line on wild and crazy somewhere.”

  I rush to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth. And fix my hair. And clean away some of last night’s makeup. And freshen up. I mean I’ve got Barrett fucking King naked and waiting in my bed. Give me a break.

  When I step out of the bathroom, I grin. He’s on my bed in just a pair of boxers: coffee in one hand, the Wall Street Journal in the other. He looks up and catches my eye. He grins, sets his coffee down, and beckons.

  I climb into bed next to him and sip my coffee. He’s even got two Tylenols sitting on the breakfast tray. I pop those and lay back with my head on his shoulder. His hand lands gently but firmly on my bare thigh. I grin.

  “Let’s go somewhere,” he growls.

  “Where?”

  “Literally anywhere on earth.”

  I blink and look up at him. “Seriously?”

  “Completely seriously. Pick a place. We’ll go now.”

  “Now?”

  He shrugs. “Why not?”

  I laugh. “Um, because we have jobs and responsibilities?”

  “Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, Delphine.” He sighs. “I actually own the company.”

  I giggle. “Well fine. But I have a job and responsibilities.”

  “I’ll write you a note.”

  I giggle again. “I feel like that would raise some questions.”

  “And?”

  I glance at him. “I thought this was a secret?”

  “It was…” he shrugs. He leans back in the bed and glances at the paper. I lean my head back on his shoulder and grin.

  Yeah, this is perfection.

  But then suddenly, Barrett’s phone starts to go off. He glances at it and scowls. “Shit, it’s Helen.”

  “Are we late for work?”

  He chuckles and answers it. “Helen. Hi. What’s…” his smile fades. His eyes narrow. Suddenly, he’s springing from the bed and yanking his clothes on. “I’ll be there in twenty.” He hangs up and swears angrily.