ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary)

by Susan Fleming

  He turned and pushed her hard against the wall. She grunted. The kiss continued.

  Sandra moved her hips against the long, hard object in his pants. His cock pressed directly against her soft, pink panties and opened her lower lips. It ran along the little pearl nestled between her folds. She felt a wave of warm sensation flood her hips.

  He leaned back and filled his hands with her breasts on top of her clothes. She felt a momentary quiver of fear. She’d always thought her breasts were inadequate and uninteresting to men. Racheem didn’t seem to mind.

  He unbuttoned her blouse. She watched his fingers as he exposed her padded, push-up bra. It fastened in front. He had it open and both hands exploring in a few seconds.

  She closed her eyes. His cock lit fires inside her body that overwhelmed her. She rocked her hips along his cock. She couldn’t fall. His body between her legs kept her against the wall. His hands on her breasts added to the flames. Oddly, chills grew along her spine and traveled up and down. He pinched her small tips. She groaned again.

  After five minutes without change, a new smell floated up from between her legs. She was lubricating. He used his finger and thumb to twist and pull her nipples. They hardened until they looked like little, deep-red cones. Her breasts reddened as well and became swollen. He rubbed his hard, coarse hands over them, moving them around her chest. She felt his calluses catch and drag against her nipples. She swallowed again and again and beat her palms against the wall.

  Her chest and neck reddened to an almost sunburn.

  Racheem watched her arousal with the same detached attention a chef gives a pot of boiling bouillabaisse. When he felt her hips thrust spasmodically up into him, he carried her to the bed and put her down on her back. She dropped her legs down onto the bed. Her feet fell off and hit the floor.

  She felt limp and boneless to Racheem. He pressed her knees together and drew her panties down her legs and off. He rubbed the area between her legs with firm fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned.

  Sandra unzipped his pants and brought out his big, firm cock. She caressed it for a few seconds then put it inside the entrance to her hips. He pushed slowly. If he did it correctly, he knew that the first time the head of his cock opened her entrance, it would propel her, relentlessly, down the road to completion.

  Sensations moved through her body, stroking her fires. She rubbed and pinched her own nipples and thrashed her hips up and down and from side to side, trying to get more of his cock inside her.

  She whispered, “Please.”

  He penetrated her with slow inevitability, an inch at a time. Sandra’s sheath expanded around his generous cock, making her arch her back. She looked up at him between swollen eyelids that struggled to stay open.

  He filled her completely and stopped to give her a chance to get used to him. She dropped her legs behind his rump and pulled him deeper. She groaned in pain and pulled again. Racheem felt her take in more and more of his long cock until he was completely buried.

  Her breath came in gasps. Her eyelids closed halfway. She lost all of the stiffening in her muscles. She dropped her arms to the bed and let her legs fall completely open.

  Racheem grinned down at her and mumbled, “This is what I like; a relaxed and easy fuck.” Sandra didn’t hear him.

  He pumped her with regularity. Other than lifting her hips into his thrusts, her body stayed boneless. She grunted whenever he penetrated her entire sheath. After five minutes, her grunts became groans then whimpers. Finally, she whined with a high pitched, breathy helplessness as each thrust touched the back of her sheath.

  Racheem saw her eyes spring open and her upper body curl up towards him. She couldn’t control her arms and legs. They flailed around the bed without rhythm or direction as she shuddered. She looked around the room with eyes that failed to see anything.

  He felt her tunnel clench around him. Her entire body tightened. She couldn’t talk. She could barely breathe. She forced her breath out and tried to draw some in. She had one more flurry of disjointed motion before she ran down and became fully aware of her surroundings. She wiped the sweat from her face with her hands and cupped her breasts. She realized that the hard, long object that had penetrated her so deliciously was still doing it. She moved with him, helping him to achieve completion.

  She stopped moving very suddenly. “Darling, I can feel you inside me. You’re not wearing protection.”

  His voice was strangled and sounded like it was being squeezed out of an unwilling body. “No. Not today.”

  “Are you going to cum inside me?”

  “Yes. I told you I was going to fuck you. That’s part of it.” He shoved his cock all the way inside her.

  “You’re right by my cervix. This is the worst part of my cycle. You’re going to put your sperm right into my womb. I could get pregnant.”

  She gasped as she felt his cock contract and expand. Racheem hadn’t said anything to make her feel better. She felt his warm, pulsing semen fill her up and began to panic. He kissed her until she relaxed. He pushed his cock further inside her and collapsed on top of her.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his. She whispered in his ear. “What if, you know…I’m pregnant?”

  His words came out weak and fluttery. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

  Though, he thought. “Or I’ll take care of the situation instead of taking care of you. Which is the same thing to me.”

  They rested for ten more minutes before Racheem got up. Sandra felt herself. Her passage was wide open and as wet as a rainforest. She said, “Racheem, it’s all still inside me. Nothing’s coming out. We should have used protection, I know it.”

  He came out of the bathroom and kissed her. “I told you I’d take care of you, and I will.” He combed his hair. His voice was casual. “How’s work?”

  Sandra lay in bed, fretting. One hand covered her private garden. She wanted to know if his sperm and her egg had met yet. She answered with an absent mind. “It’s alright. Just one mission. Two of our agents are going to Las Vegas to deliver some papers nobody cares about. It’s going to be a slow day.”

  Racheem always did the same thing before he walked out. He pulled the covers down and put one hand between her legs and kissed her nipples, one by one. She rested her head on her pillow and watched him do it. She asked, “Would we get married?”

  “We’ll work that out if you’re pregnant.”

  He walked out of the door. Sandra glanced at the clock. He’d been inside the apartment for thirty five minutes. She said, “Not much time for a seduction. Or even a fuck.”

  In his car, Racheem made a call. He said, “Fahad, it’s today. Our little songbird has served her purpose. Eliminate her.” Racheem ended the call and muttered to himself, “I told you I’d take care of you.”

  Sandra didn’t want to stay home. She drove to her sister’s house. Heidi had medium length blonde hair and blue eyes. Her legs were sturdy and her smile broad. Several men told her she had pretty legs; and, after a few minutes in front of a mirror studying herself, she agreed. She shortened the hem of her dresses and skirts. Since she was only five feet two inches tall, her mini-skirts looked no more than a foot long.

  She waited for the latest emergency with a tolerant smile on her face. Sandra always had an emergency. She’d thought she had cholera, Rocky Mountain Spotted fever and rickets during the last twelve months. She also suspected her boss of coming on to her even though she also suspected he was gay.

  Sandra bustled into Heidi’s apartment with a worried smile on her face. Her first words were “I’m pregnant.”

  Heidi hadn’t prepared for this. Her eyebrows went up and her mouth opened. “Who’s the father?”

  “Well, Racheem, of course.”

  “How sure are you?”

  Sandra took a deep breath. “I know you’d ask me that. The truth is that I’m not sure at all. I’m hoping.”

  “How long ago did he… well… plant the seeds
?”

  “About an hour.”

  Heidi growled and said, “Sandra.”

  “Well, I’m not on birth control and Racheem did leave a lot of semen inside me so I must be pregnant.”

  Heidi grinned. “How did it feel?”

  “I felt a wetness and a little warmth. Mostly I felt apprehension and worry. I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom and tried to get him to stop and put one on. You’ve seen Racheem. He’s very big. He decided he wanted to finish inside of me, and I couldn’t stop him. He was nice to me afterwards, though. He cuddled and held me so I think it’s alright.”

  “Okay, that settles it. Racheem is a nice man and you’re going to be a mommy. What do you want to do now?”

  “Shop for maternity clothes of course. I want to look fashionable while I’m expecting.” Sandra had a good heart even if her mind tended to be a little flighty. “How’s Tom?”

  “Tom’s fine.”

  “How’s your em… you know.”

  “Several times a week normally.”

  “Have you ever worried that you might be expecting?”

  “Once. Tom’s condom broke right at the wrong time in my monthly cycle. He was a champ, though. He wanted to marry me right then, just in case.”

  “How did it feel to have him make that special delivery?”

  “Sandra, that’s a bit personal.”

  “Yes, it is, but you’re my sister. I know how it felt with Racheem. How did it feel for you?”

  “I didn’t have the worry you did. I didn’t know there was a problem until I felt something new inside me. Then I worried.” She frowned at Sandra. “There. Now you know. Satisfied?”

  Sandra grinned. “Yes. Do you think you’ll marry him?”

  “You are really full of personal questions today aren’t you.”

  “Yes. I could be pregnant, and you’re going to get married and get pregnant, and we’re getting a head start on planning. This is fun. We’ve never talked about intimate subjects before. I like it. Do you like being on top or on the bottom.”

  “Sandra?!”

  “I like to be on the bottom. I can feel like he’s taking care of me.”

  Heidi’s mouth set in a straight line across her face. “By having sex without using a condom?”

  “Oh. I don’t know. Racheem’s kind of selfish. I’m not going to worry about it right now. Anyway, he said he’d take care of me and I believed him.”

  Chapter 6

  Sniper

  A sniper can hit targets a mile and a half away, but that’s a bit of a stretch. He wants to be far enough away so that the sound of his shot isn’t heard by anyone of consequence around the target, but close enough to insure one shot/one kill. Sniper rifles can carry a sound suppressor which helps lower the decibels dramatically. The sound of a suppressed rifle going off can be mistaken for the blow out of a tire or a large firecracker.

  They work in teams of two or three; one shooter and a spotter for most missions, a guard for the shooter if it’s to be done in hostile territory. The sniper rifle is useless under twenty yards.

  In the case of Sandra’s killer, the team consisted of Menachem Araqui and Machmoud Matally. They had both served in the United States Marines as snipers. They grew up in families who went radical generations earlier. They were terrorists when they went in the Marines and terrorists when they deserted right after sniper school ended.

  Menachem served as the spotter on the Sandra mission. He followed her from her house to Heidi’s house and then Sandra and Heidi to the Southland Fair Mall. They’d kept track of Sandra’s movements for the week before she was no longer needed. She went to the mall several times a week, always using the same route.

  Machmoud made visits to office buildings eight hundred yards away from the mall and found a empty set of offices two floors above ground level without any obstructions between him and his target. He’d seen her walk along a wall beside a shoe store every time she went to the mall. The store had one display window along the wall. Sandra always stopped to look.

  Menachem told Machmoud, “They’re parked. She’s with her sister.”

  “I see them. Which is which?”

  “The infidel whore is wearing white.”

  “I have her. We will wait for the time.”

  They tracked Sandra and Heidi through two department stores and a store selling overpriced handbags.

  Machmoud choose that particular office suite as his sniper’s nest because it had windows that ran from ceiling to floor. He could lie prone on the carpet lining up his shot.

  Unfortunately, Machmoud forgot a lesson from sniper school that he should consider very important.

  Snipers look for rooms where they can set themselves up at the back of the room. They’re less visible, and the room helps silence the shot.

  Machmoud lay in front of the window with a foot of the barrel of his rifle poking out into the moist Los Angeles air.

  Menachem told him. “They’re coming out of the shoe store. They’ll be heading along the wall in a matter of seconds. Get ready.”

  “I am. She stops to look in the window, she dies.”

  Machmoud followed her progress. Several time Sandra slowed down to talk with her sister.

  She was two feet away from the window when hand came up from the first floor and grabbed the barrel of his rifle. He heard an American voice say, “This isn’t your gun. It’s my gun. I want it.” The hand pulled very strongly.

  Machmoud reverted back to his childhood. Whenever one of his brothers tried to take his toy, he pulled it away from them. He tried to pull his rifle away from the hands that held it. It didn’t work.

  The door behind him blew open and ten soldiers ran in and grabbed him. Military Policemen arrested them.

  Chapter 7

  Administrative Problem

  The Army command gave Colonel Hansen the right to employ consultants and choose them himself. They had to pass the usual, stringent background test, but he could nominate the person he wanted.

  The Colonel pressed a button on his desk and said, “Could you step in here for a moment, please?”

  He waited a few seconds. The door opened and a woman with hair the color of embers in a dying fire stepped in the room. She had blue eyes and a good figure. The Colonel looked at her with acquisitive eyes. He said, “Lift your skirt and show me your legs.” He didn’t smile.

  The woman dutifully raised her skirt to mid-thigh. The Colonel studied the new skin. “Raise it higher.”

  The woman said, “Andy, you know my legs aren’t as good as they used to be.”

  “No, I don’t know that. You think they’re not, but you’re wrong.” He waited.

  The woman sighed and pulled her skirt up to the tops of her legs. “There. Is that what you wanted to see?”

  The Colonel paused. “Yes. It is. Now, come here.” He turned his office chair to the side. The woman knew what he wanted. She dropped her skirt and sat on his lap. He pulled her close and tilted his chair back. She snuggled into him. “Andrew Hanson, I’m a grandmother. How am I supposed to have a figure good enough for you to see my legs?”

  “I don’t know how you do it, but they look the same to me as they did on Santa Monica beach in 1981.”

  “You’re blind.”

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She cuddled with him for a few minutes then murmured, “I know you didn’t call me in here to look at my legs. What’s going on?”

  “Something strange. Sit up for a moment.” She did and the Colonel let his chair move to the upright position. She stayed on his lap and watched him as he spoke. “We have two missions, and they’re both odd.

  “Yes? What’s odd about them.”

  “The first one is kind of straightforward, except it isn’t. Sandra, my secretary, is having an affair with a known terrorist. We’ve been monitoring him for weeks. His name is Racheem Sulleiman. We’ve bugged her apartment. We recorded all of the times they’ve been together and followed them when they left
. Sulleiman just tried to have her killed. He said to his handler that she’d outlived her usefulness.”

  “You stopped the assassination?”

  “Oh yes, and arrested a sniper and his spotter. No problem. We had to do it. Sulleiman knows we’re onto him, and he’ll take off, but that can’t be helped.”

  “You couldn’t let Sandra be killed.”

  “I know.”

  “Are you going to get to the odd part. So far, it’s basic spy versus spy.”

  “Yes.” The Colonel pushed her off his lap. “She’s been a good employee. I’m sure we’ve heard everything she’s told Sulleiman, and she’s told him nothing.”