My Naughty Boss

by Charlotte Grace

  “You're a contractor. I understand you perceive that means you’re working for me, but I'm not technically your boss. In fact, why don't we just call this off? I'll tell Danny and Suzanne to find someone else. If that's what I have to do to make you stop using that as an excuse, that’s what we’ll do.”

  My mouth fell open slightly. I couldn't believe what he was proposing. I shook my head quickly.

  “Lucas, you're not an easy man to work for, not for this. I think we've actually done fairly well given how much you didn't want a PR person. Let’s not mess that up.”

  He stared at me, his gaze locked to mine. I willed my pulse to slow, but it was no use. After another moment, he shrugged. He rested his other palm on my desk and leaned across until his face was mere inches from mine.

  “Sophia, I don't care. It seems to matter to you, so I'm trying to respect that. All I know is I want you. How about this? We rain check our decision about your status here for another two weeks.”

  My confusion must've shown on my face. He added, “I'm asking for two weeks with you. You can keep bossing me around on PR, but we’ll put on hold your worries about working for me. You give me those two weeks and then we’ll reconsider.”

  “What do you mean?”

  His gaze darkened. My body knew exactly what he meant. Pressure gathered in my center and coiled at the apex of my thighs. I shifted in my seat, attempting to relieve the need building there.

  “I'm not a stupid man, and you're a very intelligent woman. I want you, and I know you want me. I know what we had the other night wasn't the kind of chemistry that comes along very often.”

  My brain had obviously taken a backseat to my body because I was nodding before I even considered any other reply.

  “Let's go then,” he said simply.

  Once again, my body moved on its own. I logged out of my computer, stood and rounded my desk. The relief of feeling his palm curl around mine was so great, I almost groaned at that simple point of contact. I could've eaten him up right there in the office. I wanted more than that though. I didn't want a rushed, wild encounter like we’d had the other night. I wanted hours to let myself melt into him.

  I was in such a haze, I barely noticed how we got from the office to his place. Before I knew it, we were walking into his apartment. Everything was smudged with a haze of need, yet every motion felt purposeful. I hung my purse on the hook by the door and slipped my shoes off, while he kicked his off beside mine and hung both of our jackets. Then, his palm was curling around mine again and he was leading me into the living room. He adjusted the lights and turned to say something. I didn't know where he meant to take me, but I knew I wanted to taste him.

  I stepped to him and dragged my palm roughly over the bulge of his cock. His breath drew in sharply.

  “Sophia, what are you doing?” he asked in a gruff whisper.

  I unbuttoned his jeans, and freed his cock, sighing at the hot, velvety skin under my palm. I knelt down, glanced up at him and finally answered his question.

  “This,” I said before swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, savoring the salty tang of the drop of pre-cum. His eyes darkened, and he simply stared at me as I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock and closed my lips around him. I drew him in as deeply as I could, feeling a surge of power when I heard him groan with his breath coming out roughly. Swirling my tongue around the base of his cock up to the tip and back again, I set to licking, stroking and sucking every inch of his cock. His hands tangled in my hair and his hips arched into me, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. I wanted to make him crazy, as crazy as I’d felt for days. Just when I thought I might be bringing him over the edge, he swore and tugged on my hair, yanking me up swiftly.

  We were standing just behind the couch in the center of the room. “Turn around,” he said roughly.

  I didn't hesitate, immediately obeying. I curled my palms on the back of the couch and let my bottom arch up into the air. I almost cried out at the feel of his palms sliding down over my hips. He yanked my skirt up roughly, cool air hitting my skin. He traced a fingertip along the thin silk strip of my thong and down between the cheeks of my ass. I felt him shift, kneeling down behind me. He spread my cheeks apart, nudging my thighs further apart with his knee. He trailed his fingers across the silk between my thighs. It was soaking wet. He startled me, reaching one hand up and yanking my panties down. I heard the silk tearing and then they fell to my feet. I kicked them free as he dropped kisses along the insides of my thighs.

  He paused, spreading my folds apart. I could feel my sex quivering with need.

  “You are so fucking wet,” he said gruffly. “Is this for me?”

  I could barely speak, but I managed to choke out a yes. As if in reward for managing to answer, he dragged a finger through my folds and sank it inside. I almost came right then, murmuring his name on a husky breath.

  Chapter 14

  Lucas

  “Lucas,” Sophia murmured, her voice husked with passion.

  I was so hard, I almost came. Just from the thought of what it would feel like to be inside of her. She’d dragged me right to the edge a few minutes ago with her plump lips curled around my cock. Yet, I was determined only to let go when I was buried deep inside of her. Her pussy was pink, wet, and glistening, its musky scent drifting to me. I sank another finger inside of her, stretching and teasing her. She was all wet, slick softness pulsing around me. I drew my tongue along the seam there, letting it barely brush across her clit and savoring when her channel clamped down around me.

  I meant to take her as close to the edge as she’d taken me, but I would let her topple over. I settled on my knees behind her. She brought me to my knees literally and figuratively. I fucked her roughly with my fingers, exploring every inch of her with my tongue. Her hips rolled back into me again and again and again. I loved the sounds she made—unrestrained gasps, little curses, breathy moans, saying my name like a prayer, soft cries of need.

  I'd never been one to care much about whether a woman said my name. With Sophia, I cared so deeply I didn't know what to make of it. My sole focus just now was on bringing her to the highest peaks of pleasure possible. A lick, a stroke, a subtle bit of suction on her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her until I could feel her legs shaking, her muscles tightening. Everything went taut and then she let go with a rough cry, her channel milking my fingers. It was all I could do not to stand and bury myself inside of her from behind. But I needed to see her face this time. I spun her around and lifted her against me.

  There was nothing planned or calculated when we were together. It was a wild, rough mess. As I walked her through the living room and down the hallway, her wet pussy rubbed against my hard cock. She nipped at my neck, her hands tangling roughly in my hair. I shouldered through the bedroom door and reluctantly eased her down, probably too roughly undressing her. She was just as rough with me. I heard the tear of fabric, and I didn't even know what had torn, nor did I care. Then, we were tumbling onto the bed, and I rolled atop her. Her hair was a wild tangle on the pillows, just as I’d imagined.

  I held still for beat as I settled into the cradle of her hips. I curled my hands into hers and started to draw back. In a flash, I caught the tail end of my restraint and hung on.

  “Fuck,” I muttered. “I need to get a condom.”

  I started to push back, and she curled her legs around my hips, shaking her head on the pillows.

  “I'm on the pill. I'm clean, and I have absolutely no doubt you are too. You're a careful man,” she said with a hint of a grin.

  I chuckled. “Of course I am.” Then, I sobered. “Are you sure?”

  I knew I wanted to be buried bare inside of her, but it needed to be something she wanted.

  She held my gaze and nodded. “Absolutely.”

  I couldn't remember the last time I'd been bare inside of a woman. I was meticulously careful. A side detriment to being wealthy was the ever-present pressure of
women looking to start a family solely so they could use that family for leverage against your money. Even with Kayla, I'd never gone without a condom. Thank fucking God, in hindsight. But this was Sophia, and I trusted her completely. I knew she would never try to manufacture a situation like that.

  I curled my hands in hers again, savoring the feel of her skin against me, her taut nipples pressing against my chest. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, but right now, I simply needed to be inside of her. I held still for a beat and then arched my hips back slightly, letting my cock slide through her folds. They were slick from her juices, the friction subtle and just enough to lash the whip of need inside of me.

  I adjusted my angle and reached between us, sinking inside in one swift surge. She gasped, and I groaned, tightening my hands in hers. We held still, and I looked down at her. Her gorgeous brown eyes met mine, and my heart tightened in my chest, giving a hard kick to my ribs. I didn't know what to make of that. I’d known desire, I’d known passion and burning lust, but I hadn’t known all of those combined with the intimacy I felt with her. Every feeling fed into the other, amplifying all of them.

  After a moment, I began to move when her hips rolled restlessly against me. I tumbled into nothing but sensation, driving back and sinking into her core again and again. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. I set a steady pace, slowly sending her back to the pinnacle until we toppled over again. Somewhere along the way, my measured strokes were lost in a pounding rhythm. Our skin slapped together. It felt so good to have her channel pulsing and throbbing around me, massaging my cock. I felt her begin to tighten, her legs curling and her hips rocking restlessly. Her breathy moans were driving me wild. I released one of her hands to reach between us. Pressing my thumb over her clit, I watched as she let go. Her features went tight, her eyes closed, and she let out a wild cry, tightening around me. I fell over the edge with her, my release so intense I collapsed against her in its aftermath.

  I shifted my weight to the side to keep from crushing her and tried to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my release were still thundering through me, and her core still pulsed around me. My brain flickered back online. Our skin was damp, and our breath heaved in the quiet room. I slowly eased myself up on my elbow. I wanted to stay buried inside of her, this caught up with her. Her hair was a tangled mess on the pillows. Her eyes opened as if she sensed my gaze on her, hers reflecting the same dazed, stunned feeling I felt inside. I brushed her hair away from her face.

  The space between us felt weighted, the intimacy contained within it shimmering around us. My heart gave that strange, hard thump again. I swallowed against the force of emotion rolling through me.

  “Will you stay?” I asked, my words slipping out unbidden.

  She stared back at me, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Despite an orgasm that had nearly run wrung me dry, my cock twitched slightly at the unconscious motion.

  “Stay the night you mean?” she asked.

  At my nod, she was quiet for a moment. I felt the rise and fall of her breath when her breasts pressed against my chest. Moving on instinct, my hand slipped through her hair and down to cup one of her breasts, my thumb rolling back-and-forth over her nipple. It puckered under my touch, and I felt a roll of satisfaction. I loved knowing I affected her this way. It was a small sign that perhaps she was as helpless in the force of this attraction as I was. When we were together, it was as if we were caught in a storm, the force of it binding us tightly into the center.

  “I suppose so,” she finally said, her voice husky.

  I couldn't help but smile. It widened when I saw hers in return. I drew back and stood, holding my hand out for her. She curled her palm in mine, and I tugged her into the shower with me.

  Chapter 15

  Sophia

  I woke during the early hours of morning. It was still dark out, but the lights of Manhattan glittered through Lucas’s bedroom windows. I lay curled on my side, facing the windows. Lucas was spooned behind me. I felt surrounded and encompassed by his warmth and strength. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I even loved the way he smelled. Being in his bed, I was utterly immersed in his scent—a clean, pine scent. Perhaps it was his scent that made me so crazy. He was his own aphrodisiac, and I was helpless in the face of it. I shifted my legs, my hips unintentionally nudging back and bumping into his hard cock. I almost laughed. He was sound asleep, his breathing steady and even, yet his cock was hard and hot against my bottom.

  Desire curled like smoke around me. He was asleep and oblivious to my internal state. The wisps of desire were like sunlight flickering through the trees. It was subtle, yet its power and persistence was unstoppable. I rolled over carefully. Last night had been yet another moment of insanity for me. I knew this, and I knew I needed to gain some control, yet right now, I was here with Lucas warm and strong beside me. I might as well enjoy the unfettered access to his body.

  I trailed my fingers over his chest. Even in sleep, he was hard all over. There was just enough light coming through the windows for me to see him in the darkness, the dim light limning the strong lines of his profile. With a gentle push, I rolled him onto his back and slowly sat up to look at him. Dear God. He was just too tempting. I heard his breath shift. For a flash, I felt self-conscious, but I shook it away.

  Lucas's eyes opened. His gaze landed on mine. My pulse set to pounding and heat unfurled inside.

  After a quiet moment, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice husked with sleep. “Are we getting up now?”

  I could hear the smile in his question. I answered with my body, hitching a leg and settling myself over his hips. I was wet already. I held still for a moment, feeling the slide of his hard cock against my slick folds. He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers through the ends of my hair and down to cup one of my breasts, his thumb rolling back and forth across my nipple. I almost cried out at the sweet pleasure streaking through me. He lifted his other palm, cupping both of my breasts and teasing my nipples.

  His gaze alone was a separate touch, sending little slivers of pleasure under my skin everywhere his eyes landed. He moved under me, sliding up onto the pillows. His mouth closed over a nipple, and I cried out, gripping his hair in my hands. He shifted his hips slightly, his cock sliding back and forth across my wet clit. Pleasure spun tight in my center, radiating outward, I rose up and reached between us, positioning him and sinking down onto his cock.

  His head fell back with a groan.

  “Sophia,” he murmured. “You've ruined me.”

  Something about him, or perhaps it was me with him, made me feel wild and powerful. I held myself still, and then began to ride him, rising up and sliding down on his shaft. His hands gripped my hips, and we set a rhythm. It was controlled only for a few beats. Neither one of us seemed capable of maintaining any sense of control once we were tangled up in each other.

  Before I knew it, I was riding him roughly, chasing after that sweet peak of release. His fingers were digging into my skin, his stubble a rough scrape on my breast, his teeth biting down on my nipple and sending me hurtling over the edge. My core convulsed around his cock, and I cried out, distantly hearing my voice saying his name over and over. I felt him go taut under me, and the heat of his release poured inside of me.

  Pleasure pinged through me as my pulse gradually slowed. As I caught my breath, I looked down at him. My palms had fallen to his chest. He still gripped my hips tightly as if to hold me in place. I wouldn't have minded never moving again. He eased his grip and slowly slid one palm up my spine, pulling me down. I curled up against him. With him buried inside of me, breathing in his scent, I felt bound to him. It was a depth of intimacy I hadn't expected. With his hand stroking in slow passes up and down my spine, I fell asleep against him.

  Chapter 16

  Lucas

  I leaned back in my chair and looked over at Danny, drumming my fingertips on my drafting table. “What do you mean it won’t work?” I asked.

  Dann
y arched a brow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Apparently, they have a scheduling conflict with the dates. While we're on the topic, mind telling me what this abrupt change of travel plans is about? I tried to remember the last time you did something like this, and I couldn't.”

  I stared at him, contemplating my answer. I didn't have to tell him a damn thing, but he was my friend and had been for years. No matter what I said, he might come to his own conclusions. I also knew that Sophia would be vehemently opposed to me sharing even a hint of a breath of a word about anything that had passed between us.

  It was taking an act of pure discipline to stay in my office and function the way I normally would at work. The knowledge she was a moment or two away made it so damn tempting to seek her out. Much as I might want to talk about this with Danny, I didn't. Instead, I came up with a bad idea, which I recognized only after I said it aloud.

  “Fine. Let’s keep the original dates. Leave my travel for next week, but I'd like you to schedule for Suzanne and Sophia to go with me. You too, while we're at it,” I added.

  Danny's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open before he closed it quickly. “Are we your traveling entourage now?” he asked.

  Though he was my personal assistant, Danny was almost always in New York City. There wasn't much he couldn't handle from here for me, and I knew it was important for him to be here to help care for his mother. He also had a boyfriend here.

  “I know I don't usually bring everybody along with me, but I have a few things to plan for to get approval for the necessary permits over there,” I explained.

  This was true on its face, but still nothing that couldn’t be handled online. I didn’t care to explain further. I knew if I only brought Sophia with me, it would set off too many alarm bells of curiosity. The only alternative was for all of them to come with me.

  “It's only a five day trip. Do you mind?” I asked, knowing him coming with me meant he would need to make arrangements for his mother's care while he was gone.