Bought by the Boss is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © 2018 by Stacey Kennedy
Excerpt from Fake Wife by Stacey Lynn copyright © 2018 by Stacey Lynn
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
His Price
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Dirty Money
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue: Jackson
Dedication
Acknowledgments
By Stacey Kennedy
About the Author
Excerpt from Fake Wife
His Price
Bought by the Boss Part 1
Chapter 1
Liam
She’s all legs and innocence. And I want those legs wrapped around my shoulders while I drive into her.
“One hundred thousand dollars,” I call out. Audible gasps come from the crowd sitting around the white linen–covered tables.
There is no price I won’t pay for Aria Finley.
In the grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton hotel, the rich and famous have come out tonight in support of the Los Angeles Pediatric Hospital. Though the one person here tonight holding my attention is her.
Aria stands upon the stage, a stunning brunette wearing a fitted black dress. Her intelligent blue eyes are fixed on me, seemingly completely unsurprised that I went from zero to a hundred thousand dollars for her. Though I’m not surprised by that either. She’d likely anticipated when she entered the charity auction that I would not only bid on her for a weekend date but that I would win.
Because that’s what I do. I win.
By the slight curve of her mouth, I assume she wants me to outbid the competition.
“One hundred thousand dollars from Liam Maxwell,” the female auctioneer announces into her microphone, pointing toward me, sitting at the back of the ballroom. “Do I hear one hundred and ten thousand?” A pause. “One hundred and five thousand?” Another pause.
I sip the scotch from my glass, savoring the burn in the back of my mouth before placing the glass down. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm romantic glow over the crowd. Every pair of eyes is pinned on me, most in attendance are sitting at the edge of their seats in anticipation.
“Going once,” the auctioneer says. “Going twice.” She drops the hammer down on the podium, indicating the sale is complete. “Sold for one hundred thousand dollars. Congratulations go to Mr. Maxwell in the back.”
Rounds of applause and piercing whistles follow, likely more in support of the large donation I made to the hospital than the fact that I’ve won the date with Aria this weekend.
I lift my glass to Aria and arch a single eyebrow. My gesture isn’t an acknowledgment of our arrangement but a promise that this will be a weekend she’ll never forget. Her sexy smile in response twitches my cock, reminding me that she’s worth every damn penny I spent tonight.
Over the course of three years, I’ve jerked off too many times, imagining her pouty lips sliding up and down my dick, those bright, intelligent eyes of hers on mine. I curse at the tightness of my pants, shifting against my seat, my cock far too eager to wait any longer. When I blow inside Aria the first time, I’m going to make it goddamn memorable.
“You fucking prick.”
I smile at the raw anger in the low voice before turning toward my competition in the game of corporate law, Jackson Keller. Where my feautres are dark, his are light. His stormy green eyes are narrowed on my face, features tight, matching the hardness of the gel spiking his dirty-blond hair. Our builds are similar, muscular and fit, and I imagine if we fought it’d be an evenly matched fight. His suit is impeccable, showing his excessive wealth. I should know, we use the same tailor. There’s more between us than my winning a date with his assistant. We were once friends. Roommates in law school, in fact. Until Sophia Flynn.
He won her.
I lost.
Our friendship had been the price.
“Is there a problem?” I ask smoothly.
“Do you really want to play this game, Liam?” he growls through clenched teeth.
I arch a brow, leaning back against my chair, staying perfectly calm, which I know will annoy him. “I’m here to support a good cause. That’s what this is.”
“Bullshit.” He slams a hand down against the table, leaning in closer toward me. “You only bought Aria to get at me. You have no business going anywhere near her.”
I take a quick look around, noticing people are glancing in our direction now. I frown, not wanting any attention. “You’re wrong.” I meet his fiery gaze. “My buying Aria tonight has absolutely nothing to do with you.” Much to my dismay, I had to go this route because of Aria’s loyalty to Jackson. As opposing corporate lawyers, we often end up in meetings together. Meetings where Aria is there, too. From day one, for three goddamn years, I have wanted to get her beneath me. Maybe at first the attraction came from her being Jackson’s assistant. Perhaps I wanted to take something from him like he took something from me. Though over the years, my vengeance lessened and my interest became all about Aria.
She’s walking seduction. And I will fuck her until we’re both exhausted. “I bought Aria because she’s a lovely woman, and I’ll enjoy spending the weekend with her,” I clarify, swirling the ice in my glass. “You know my interest in her is not new. You also know that the interest is reciprocated.”
Jackson’s nostrils flare, eyes burn with fury. “You’re taking what doesn’t belong to you, Maxwell.”
My back straightens like a steel rod. “You think Aria belongs to you?”
“Stop it right now, the both of you.”
I glance in the direction of the soft voice, finding Aria standing off to the side of the table, arms crossed. Heat rips through me just that easily. I rise, not only to greet her but to ease the tightness of my pants around my hardening cock. That’s what she does to me. She makes me fucking crazy. “The problem herein lies with Jackson, not I,” I explain.
She purses her lips, shaking her head at me. “Though I’m sure that attitude isn’t helping the situation any.”
I grin in response.
Jackson scowls at me but when he addresses Aria, his expression softens, the tension he showed me now gone. “He’s doing this to get to me, Aria. I will not allow him to use you.”
It’s clear Jackson cares for her. I know him. There’s not lust in his eyes when he looks at Aria, but a protective brotherly type of affection. Perhaps that’s why he wants me to stay away from her. I can only guess he thinks I will hurt her. I wouldn’t even doubt that
he has been feeding those lies into her mind when she originally showed interest in me, but my wanting to hurt her is so far from the truth. I want to give this special woman everything I have. Then I want to give her even more. And by the time this weekend is over, she’ll know that she’s mine.
I keep the thought to myself, not wanting to antagonize Jackson with Aria here, when she says, “No one will be using me for anything, let’s just get that clear, all right?” She draws in a deep breath, and like I’ve seen her do many times, she spectacularly owns the moment. “We are supporting the hospital tonight. So what is going to happen here is we’re going to behave like grown-ups and know that this is only a weekend date, not a marriage proposal.”
Jackson’s lips part, and Aria says firmer, “I am a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I will—and can—handle myself, thank you very much.” His lips part again. I smile. She narrows her eyes at the both of us. “Now, Jackson, go sit back down at your table.” She turns to me and adds, “You can really stop enjoying this so much.”
“Oh, but I am enjoying this,” I tell her seriously. Watching her handle Jackson, a cutthroat corporate lawyer, has always been the reason I’ve been attracted to her, aside from her sensuality and beauty. This woman is fierce. And I fucking love it.
Jackson scowls at me then says to Aria, “Be careful. He will hurt you, only so it hurts me.”
I see the way those words affect her. Her shoulders tense and brows pull together. It’s clear she believes what Jackson tells her. I hate him as much for that as for how much of an asshole he is.
“Just go,” she says softly, glancing around at the crowd. “We have an audience. I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. Promise.”
Jackson draws in a deep breath before addressing me. “You hurt her, and I’ll fucking make you bleed.”
I snort. “You could try.”
Without another word, he’s striding away, back to his table. It’s a threat that I’d love for him to follow through on. One hit and I would flatten him in a second. I’d hit Jackson once. The day I found him with Sophia. After that day, I swore I’d never waste energy hating him like I had that day. But one hit, and I’d allow that anger for him I had buried away to return with a vengeance.
“You shouldn’t have done this.”
I turn toward Aria’s soft voice, finding her piercing eyes on me. “Shouldn’t have done what?”
“You’re creating unnecessary tension in an already tense situation,” she states.
She’s missing the point but I plan to correct her.
I finish my scotch and move in closer, watching the way her eyes darken with lust. She wants me, I’ve always known that. “You’ve given me no other choice but to go about it this way.”
She holds my stare. “I will never pick you over Jackson.”
I ignore what she’s said, staying on task. I’ve heard that same thing from her time and time again. “I don’t want you to pick me.” At least not yet. One step at a time. “I want to fuck you,” I tell her bluntly, mesmerized by the way her eyes heat, cheeks flush with long denied lust. I know her answer before I ask it but I ask anyway, “Will you refuse me what I want this weekend?”
Her eyes search mine, voice grows raspy. “You know I won’t.”
I smile slowly, showing her that I’m liking my prize already. “And that, Aria, is exactly why I did this.” I shift to the side slightly and press my erection against her thigh, showing her how much I want her. Her lips part, an invitation for me to kiss her, when I add, “I’m going to fuck you soft and slow, and then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, punishing you for how long you’ve made me wait for you.”
“And then?” she whispers.
I bring my mouth close to her ear and promise, “I’m going to fuck you again.”
Chapter 2
Aria
The following afternoon, the ringing of my doorbell has me dropping the book I’d been reading and rushing from the couch in the living room of my overpriced six hundred and forty square foot condo in central Los Angeles. I’m annoyed, and determined to find out who dares interrupt my lazy Sunday. It’s the one day out of the week that I give myself nothing to do but relax, makeup free, spending most of my day soaking up the sun by the condo’s pool.
When I reach the door, I whisk it open and find a delivery man wearing a bike helmet and jean shorts. “Aria Finley?” he asks.
“Yes, that’s me,” I reply.
“I’ve got a delivery here for you from Liam Maxwell.” He offers me a clipboard and he points to the signature line. “Just sign here.”
Curious now as to what Liam sent, I sign quickly and accept the rectangular package wrapped in sleek black paper and a shiny red silk bow muttering, “thank you,” while closing the door.
Of course, my mind goes to jewelry. Liam is rich after all. I wouldn’t put it past him in the least to try and woo me with his riches. I’m going to need to stay on my toes around him. I can’t become a part of this feud between him and Jackson. Because while I know that Liam wants me in his bed, I can’t trust that he wants me there for the right reasons. I don’t doubt in the least that the reason he wants me so badly is to get back at Jackson. To have something that Jackson holds dear.
While I’m not going into this blind, I also want Liam just as much. This weekend is my chance to let my desires free before reining myself back in and forgetting all about Liam Maxwell.
I move to my comfy dark gray couch and take a seat, removing the silk ribbon and then ripping open the paper at the sides. I’m thinking diamonds and sparkle when I open the top of the box, but that’s not what I find. I slowly begin to grin, realizing I should have known better.
Opening the wooden box, the words LOVE OBJECTIFIED are on the inside and lying against the black satin fabric is a gold dildo. I reach for the note tucked inside the box.
In Liam’s handwriting, the note reads: Think of me.
Heat courses through me as I run my fingers along the ink. So, this is the game we’re going to play, he and I? My tummy clenches with unfulfilled desire. Images of using this dildo while he watches flash through my mind. Perhaps that’s his intention, I wonder. Is he going to make himself unforgettable this weekend? Will he make me want more of him than I do right now? Will he be the man that I become so enraptured with I won’t be able to let him go?
I know his game. He expects me to be shy, unsure, overwhelmed by his boldness. Maybe at one time in my life I would have been that girl. Not now. I have nothing to lose. All I have is to gain one wild weekend where I give in to the sin that’s been burning between us for years.
I slide my fingers around the dildo, and by the weight of it, I’m assuming it might be real gold. Thinking of his intense gaze on me, I grow warm and wet between my thighs. It’s easy to imagine him when I slide the dildo within my sex until I’m breaking into orgasm. And as I drag a finger up the side of the dildo, a plan forms, only clenching my thighs tighter.
If he wants to play this game, I’m all in.
Liam
Two days have passed since I’ve seen Aria. She’s remained heavily in my thoughts. Her using the dildo I sent yesterday is a constant tease that I can’t seem to stop thinking about. I want her to know what will happen this weekend. That the sex we will have will be kinky and hot, and that I plan to draw every erotic sensation out of her.
Sadly, however, by Monday afternoon, I need to focus on business.
I move through the office of Bakker Pharmaceuticals, which is located not far from the Los Angeles Zoo. I stride through the bare hallways, passing by the offices, absorbing the atmosphere around me. The Bakker deal is the beginning of a wave of mergers between a handful of pharmaceutical companies. Whoever wins the Bakker deal will likely stand to win the other two smaller companies preparing to merge with the single goal of producing new life-saving drugs.
My law firm represents Norcross Pharmaceuticals, the company fighting hard to get in front of this merger. With three oth
er companies fighting equally as hard, my team has been working day and night to learn all they can about the CEO behind Bakker, Calvin Bakker. He’s been hesitant to accept a deal yet, which speaks that he wants something very specific.
I’m here today to find out what that is.
I stop at the bank of windows and shove my hands into the pockets of my black slacks, gazing into the factory below. I’ve seen many factory workers before but there is a difference between Bakker’s employees and what I’ve seen at other places.
“What are you thinking?” a soft voice says behind me.
I turn toward Mallory, my assistant and Aria’s best friend. For two years, Mallory has worked for me. And in those two years, she’s always remained perfectly put together with her long blond hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, fresh makeup around her bright green eyes, black skirt and white blouse impeccably ironed. She’s got the brains, grit, and determination that I depend on daily. “What do you see?” I ask her, curious if my instincts are lining up with hers.
She steps in next to me, glancing down into the factory. “I see happy, hardworking employees.”
I nod in agreement. “That’s what I see, too.” The mood here appears lighter, happier, loyal even. Within minutes of entering the company, it became evident that Bakker treats his employees well, and because of that they work hard for him. I understand that line of thinking because that’s the way I run my law firm, too.
“Did you see this?” Mallory points to a bulletin board full of papers behind her. “Family barbecues, play days at the beach, movie nights. It seems that Mr. Bakker holds quite a lot of events for his employees.”
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