Taboo Boss: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Black, Natasha L.

  “I guess you can say that,” Tom said, dropping down onto the end of the couch and starting to take his shoes off. “The real estate agent decided it would be a good idea to wait until all of my brothers were falling in love with the property to let us know other people were looking at it.”

  “Oh,” I said. “Well, that isn’t so unexpected, right? You saw that place. And you said it yourself. lt’s perfect. The area around it is really building up, and there’s a ton of potential for expanding the business and making it even more successful than it already was. I would think that there would be other people who might be interested in putting a bar or restaurant there. You’ll put in a bid and it will be just fine.”

  “One of them is Danny,” he said.

  I was all prepared to continue to reassure him and build him up, but that statement made me feel like all the words had been sucked out of my mouth. I stood there silent for a few seconds, and Tom looked up at me with a nod as he tossed away his second shoe.

  “Danny?” I asked. “He’s interested in the property?”

  “That’s what the real estate agent said,” he said. “She said there were a few different people who had come to look at it, but that Danny was particularly interested.”

  “I don’t understand. Why would he be interested in that property? I’ve seen his bar. It’s nothing like that place,” I said.

  “You’re right about that,” Tom said. “But it seems that’s exactly why he was looking into it. He wants to move up in the world and appeal to a better demographic.”

  “So what does that mean?”

  “Well, it’s a really shitty situation. Even though we’re absolutely interested and told the real estate agent that, it’s not like we can put the place on layaway. Unfortunately, buying property doesn’t work that way,” he said.

  “You can’t just call dibs?” I sat down beside him with a smile.

  “If only it was that easy,” he said, leaning over for a kiss.

  “So, what are you going to do? The insurance money from the other bar should be coming soon. Is the agent going to be able to wait long enough to use that?”

  Tom shook his head. “We can’t wait for the insurance company to get the money out to us. By the time it gets here, Danny could have already scooped the place out from under us. I’m going to put a hundred thousand dollars of my own money down tomorrow. This way we can secure it and not have to worry about it. When the insurance money comes in, we can just use it to do improvements around the property.”

  I nodded. “That sounds like a good idea. You were already intending on doing some modifications and renovations, weren’t you?”

  “Absolutely. We want to make it perfect for the new Hollow. It will be easy enough to adjust shift around what money is used for what thing. I just don’t like the stress of not having it taken care of yet,” he said.

  “Well,” I said, standing up so I could massage Tom’s shoulders, “I highly doubt Danny is going to come up with that much money in the middle of the night. Everything is going to work out just fine.”

  Tom reached up to his shoulder and picked up one of my hands, bringing it around in front of his face to kiss it.

  “Thank you,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here for me.”

  My conversation with Emily loomed in my mind, and I was just about to ask him what this all meant when he pulled me around and started kissing me again. I couldn’t resist it. To be honest, I didn’t try very hard.

  We sank into the couch, our lips locked on one another, tongues sliding to meet each other. Tom molded over me, and I wrapped my leg around his hip as his increasing bulge pressed into my core. I could feel how hard he was getting, and my breath hitched, and all my thoughts melted away. I wanted to know where we were, where we were going, but with his hot breath on my neck as he trailed kisses along the vein and his hand cupped my breast, the worries disappeared into a fit of unyielding passion.

  Tom’s hand kneaded into my breast and then slid down to where my blouse hem sat above my hips. I shifted so it wasn’t pulled so tight around me, and he slipped his hand inside, brushing across the soft skin of my stomach. His thumb searched for the center of my bra, and finding the clasp there, unhooked it. The pressure of the garment released, and he filled his hand with my now unencumbered breast.

  His palm was warm and soft as it cupped my nipple, then pressed into it. I raised my arms above my head, and he pulled the shirt over my head and off with his free hand. As it fell away, so did my concerns. It crumpled on the ground beside the couch, and I wiggled out of the bra to let it go, too. His lips brushed my neck until they reached my chest, then moved down the center. I pushed my shoulders together and my large, round breasts smothered him, and he groaned with pleasure, his tongue flicking out to slide between them and then arc around to take a nipple into his mouth.

  I gasped at the sensation of his wet warm mouth around my sensitive peak and moaned as he slid his tongue to the other side, repeating the motion. Then his kisses trailed down my stomach, and his fingers searched for and found the zipper of my skirt. As it undid, he slid it down my hips, leaving me wearing nothing but the black, silky thong.

  Tom let his kisses trail down to my inner thigh, and then he blew a stream of hot air where his lips had been, making me cry out and goosebumps raise on my skin. His tongue flicked along the line of fabric that covered my wet, waiting pussy. I moaned deeply at the tease of his powerful, talented tongue so close to my core. Then, nudging my panties to the side, he slid his tongue through my folds in one long, passionate lick. As it brushed my clit, I clenched and yelped, the thrill of pleasure rattling me to my very center.

  I squirmed under his hand that slid over my stomach to hold me in place. The anticipation of the fingertip that now swirled around my opening was enough to make me wiggle and writhe. An overwhelming amount of pleasure was threatening to spill me over into a climax already, and he had barely touched me. His power, his control, over me made me melt and excited me all at once. I was at that moment his, and only his, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

  A thick, strong finger slid inside me, the tip brushing along the top wall, and I groaned in pleasure. My hands slid down to his hair and grasped it, and his tongue moved to circle around my clit, teasing it out of its hood. As his finger began to slide in and out of me, his tongue swirling and pressing into my pearl, I felt the tension rising. It was only moments when my leg wrapped around his neck and my body began to heave with each moaning breath. My hips raised as the climax crashed around me, and I came, my toes curling and my body shaking.

  When I finally stopped shaking, I pouted for a second at the sensation of cool air on my center as he moved away from me. It was only for a moment, and only for him to stand and begin the slow removal of his clothes, though, so I relented. As his shirt fell to the ground and he reached for his belt buckle, I sat up on my knees. As he unbuckled, I pulled down on his zipper and undid the button holding the pants around his hips. It dropped to the floor, and I was level and inches from the massive bulge in his briefs.

  I pulled them down slowly, reveling in watching as his cock was exposed, inch by inch, until the elastic passed the head and it sprung out at me, a heavy, hard club of unrivaled pleasure. I opened my mouth wide and took his head in me, sliding slowly down the veiny staff, my tongue sweeping from side to side underneath. Tom rested one hand on my neck, his thumb just in front of my ear, and he rocked a little into me.

  I reached up, grasping his hips and moving him so he was directly above me. One hand slid up to cup his balls as he gently pressed his cock deep in my mouth. I tried to relax my jaw and throat, and he slid further down them with each thrust. I massaged him underneath, and the other hand reached up to grasp his ass, guiding him to press deeper as I relaxed. I wanted his cock down my throat, to feel him pulse and come and to take his essence in me, relieving him of his stress and giving him the release that he gave me. As he fucked my mouth, I moaned, and it was returned with
a deep grumble from his chest.

  One of his hands cupped my breast, but the other slid further down, getting between my thighs and circling my clit again. I cried out, my voice muffled as my mouth was full of his meaty, delicious cock. He began to thrust faster, and I resisted gagging on him, until he pulled out of me suddenly. I reached for him but found myself spinning. He pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face the couch.

  I submitted to the aggression of his movements and spread my legs. He settled between my thighs, and I could feel the head brush through my sensitive folds and gather up the wetness of my pussy, preparing him for me.

  I closed my eyes and waited, expecting the pressure of his massive cock filling me. He slid inside me slowly, letting me mold myself around him. His rocking was slow, purposeful, as he made sure I was ready for him. When I relaxed, I felt him slam into me once, hard. I cried out, and he held himself there. His hand tangled in my hair, and he pulled back, so I bowed backward toward him as he curled over me.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Hard.”

  He needed nothing more. His hips rocked back, and he thrust deeply inside me, and I screamed in pleasure. He began a rhythm of hard, fast motion, his cock plunging into me and splitting me, filling me and touching the sensitive areas nothing and no one else ever had. His grip on my hair tightened, and his hot breath began to blow on my neck. He kissed the corner of my jaw and licked up to my earlobe as he fucked me, and I felt the tension rise again. It bubbled over fast, not giving me time to prepare, and suddenly, the powerful orgasm washed over me.

  I tensed and convulsed in his grip as it rolled through me, and I heard him roaring above. His cock exploded inside me, coming with me and filling me with his hot, sticky fluid. I shook and moaned, and my pussy squeezed around his emptying cock, hungrily extracting every bit of his essence, until he was spent and satisfied. As he released me, he sank deep once more, clenching as he spilled the last of himself into me, and I clenched around him, holding him there until he slid out of me and collapsed beside me.

  23

  Tom

  I snuck out that morning early, making sure Amanda was still asleep before heading out. By the time she was just waking up, I had returned and was walking back into the bedroom with a bag and a cup holder that held four drinks. She scooted back so she leaned against the headboard and looked up at me, a lazy, sleepy smile on her face.

  “Good morning,” she said. “I smell deliciousness.”

  I laughed. “You do. I went and got us breakfast. Also, two orange juices and two coffees.”

  “Well, hydration is important,” she said.

  “So is caffeine,” I said, and she laughed as she took the food out of the bag.

  “Where did you get this?” she asked.

  “Little diner at the end of the street. I usually get a run in during the morning, but I settled for a short walk to get us something yummy,” I said. She pulled me by my shirt to her and pressed a kiss to my lips.

  “I already have something yummy,” she said.

  I kissed her again and stood up, creating space so I didn’t get tempted to spend my entire day wrapped up in her naked body. It was a tough decision, but I had important things to take care of. Spending an entire day off with nothing, but Amanda to keep me company, was something I was going to have to put on the to-do list, in more ways than one.

  We sat down and fell into an easy conversation as we ate. It felt so natural to be there with her, sitting side by side on the bed, her with just one of my T-shirts on, eating breakfast. But the nagging in the back of my mind was telling me I needed to enjoy it while I could. It wasn’t going to last much longer. I tried to shake that thought off when Amanda squealed and took my attention away. She was pulling a chocolate croissant out of the bag.

  “How did you know?” she asked.

  “I didn’t?” I responded.

  “These are my absolute favorite, ever since I was little,” she said, tearing off a piece and tossing it into her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed to revel in the memories before opening them and looking at me with a look of pure delight.

  “That much, huh?” I asked.

  “Yes. When I was little,” she said, scooting back to sit up straighter, “these were the absolute epitome of high-class breakfast. Mom and I would go out to this little restaurant for brunch once a month, and it was always full of fancy ladies in big hats, and I just felt so grown-up. I always wore a dress and gloves and fancy shoes that clicked when I walked, and they had these beautiful, wonderful chocolate croissants.

  “Mama used to say that ladies didn’t overeat and that brunch was as much for getting together with the girls as it was for eating. I did not subscribe to that theory, though. I just wanted to shove as many of these in my face as possible. I remember one time, she got so mad because I put like six of them in my purse, and the chocolate melted by the time we got home. Though, after that, she let me have as many of them as I wanted.”

  I sat back on the bed and listened to her as she went into detail about her family, and how her mother spoiled her with chocolate croissants at every birthday, and every big day of her life. They were her comfort food, and I knew that somewhere it probably meant a lot for her to be having one with me. I had to shake that off, though.

  Getting wrapped up in her, which was absolutely what I was doing, was not going to work out for either one of us. As much as I loved learning about her and her past, and the connection that was growing between us sparkled with life and energy that felt deep, I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to survive. Not once we got back home. Once we settled into the office again, with all the rules and regulations, and worst of all, all the investors and their pesky, prying gossiping, our connection would likely fizzle. What it would become after that, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think this was a genie that could be put back in the bottle, as it were.

  But that was a conversation for another day. Right then, I just wanted to listen to her ramble and eat good food and drink the surprisingly good coffee. When we were all wrapped up, I checked the time and noticed I was already running a little late. I kissed her cheek, kicking myself for falling into a routine that seemed so familiar, and headed out. The last thing I saw before I shut the door was her bending over to pick up her clothes off the floor as she prepared for a shower, her cute ass poking out of the bottom of my shirt, and my stomach clenched. It took a lot of willpower to shut that door.

  The first meeting was painless, just a formality with the business offices in the city, getting licenses transferred from one address to the other, and making sure the mail and other requisite paperwork would be sent that direction. A hold was placed on all mail for a week until the sale went through, and I left for the meeting with the Realtor and my lender at the bank.

  When I got there, I noticed the realtor I had been working with the day before had been either replaced or had quit. Instead, a portly gentleman, around my age was waiting on me. He held out his hand as I approached.

  “Tom Anderson?” he asked, the morning sun making him sweat a little, despite the chill in the air.

  “Yes? You are?” I asked.

  “Seth, Seth Ambrose,” he said. “You were working with one of my junior realtors yesterday, but I have decided to take on your case.”

  “Oh? Why is that?” I asked, thinking back to the intense handshake and veiled threat I made to the last guy.

  “That particular property is of rather high demand,” Ambrose said, and I bristled. I prepared for the new, higher, sales pitch. “Considering that fact, I looked into your situation, and I told the other interested parties that the property was already sold. I know you left with some ambiguity yesterday, but I wanted to meet you here and let you know that all that confusion is gone, as far as I’m concerned.”

  “And the price?” I asked.

  “What about it?” Ambrose asked, his eyebrow rising.

  “It hasn’t gone up?”

  Seth Ambrose sighed and looked
up at me from crumpled eyebrows at the center of his wide face. “I am truly sorry for any behavior you may have witnessed from our firm before now, Mr. Anderson. No, the price has not changed. If you haven’t changed your mind, this is your property to buy.”

  I nodded and we went inside. As the meeting with my lender went on, it looked rather good. The paperwork would get finalized within the next few days, and the realtor would be able to take the cash upon my final approval of the deal. All that was left was time. I left the meeting feeling considerably better about the prospects and decided to use that positivity to knock something out of the way that might have been petty, but would be the icing on the cake of the day.

  I drove down to where the old bar had been, the smoke long gone, and nothing left now but police tape and burned, broken cement. I parked in my old spot anyway and got out, taking a long walk around it as I made my way down the street. I had a destination in mind and wanted to walk there, playing out what I was going to say when I arrived. I pulled up my phone and dialed up Jordan’s number, just in case. If I needed it, I could just hit the Call button, and I knew he would know where to go. By sound alone, he would figure it out.

  The door to Danny’s bar was set open slightly, letting a stream of warm air out where it was cracked open. It was dumb, letting the energy run like that, but it seemed like the door was stuck that way. I opened it fully and stepped inside, standing there a moment in the doorway to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

  When they finally did, I saw that the bar was mostly empty. The bouncer’s chair was vacant, and most of the seats at the bar were similarly unoccupied. One or two booths had someone casually eating a greasy lunch, and there was one old man who looked permanently glued to the barstool furthest from the door, his red trucker hat pulled down over his eyes as he stared forlornly into his beer.

  A head popped up from below the bar and soured when the eyes settled on me. I walked up to the bar, very pointedly not sitting on a stool, but standing alone at an empty end. Danny walked up to me, a towel slung over his left shoulder as he sighed angrily.