Lover Wanted: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Rylee Swann

  She’s brilliant, and I chuckle. I can’t help it. She’s bantering with me, playing coy despite how she must be feeling.

  And what is she feeling?

  Is it anything like this insane sensation that’s overtaken me?

  I get her a glass of Chardonnay and then go in for the kill. I have to get back to business, so I insult her weight. Fuck. I think some of Humpty’s cracks are showing.

  Her cheeks redden. I’ve clearly flustered her, maybe even hurt her, but I can see in her eyes that the compliment wrapped in the insult I’ve given her has registered. She is delicious, and I’ll remember to tell her that often.

  “You’re rude,” she says, and I smile. She’s got guts.

  I still want to kiss her. Truth be told, I want to do a whole lot more than that, but how do I even manage the kiss when I just told her she’s fat?

  Wait. I can salvage this. “So tell me. Could you fuck me while someone watches?”

  She stalls, takes a sip of her wine, and then to my amazement, continues to banter. “Did you call them assholes?”

  She’s too smart. I should run.

  I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to have a conversation. I want…

  I want to kiss her. Let’s focus on that. Anything else is too absurd. “Answer the question,” I say in my most dominant voice. And damn it all, she still wants to talk.

  I grab her glass and take a sip. It gives me an idea of what her lips will taste like, but I want to know for sure. I lean in close, like I’m going to impart to her the wisdom of the ages, and she leans in to capture every syllable.

  Instead, I offer her nothing but the hell I reside in. She should call me Lucifer. I capture her lips. I take her in. I make her mine.

  And she is every bit as delicious as I imagined.

  More.

  I’m going to devour her.

  I’m going to twist her and pervert her and make her mine.

  She’s responding to the kiss, opening up to me, and my cock grows painfully hard inside my jeans. It wants release, and I want…

  No, I’m not going there. I stop thinking and simply kiss this woman. I put everything into it. She’s going to be in love with me and crying for more before I take my lips from hers. When I do, I hear a soft, sweet little sigh come from her. A sad, wistful sound full of longing. She’s mine.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” I say. “You could fuck me with some asshole watching.”

  We have dinner. She has a healthy appetite unlike the anorexic bitches in their twenties who usually answer my ad. She’s also cute and innocent, funny and sexy as all hell.

  She’s going to make us a lot of money, not that I need it, but business is business.

  It’s a struggle, but I finally break down the last of her defenses, and she tells me her name.

  Kim.

  Harps play, and a heavenly choir sings. Kim is now my new favorite name.

  I’ve got to stop this!

  I’m acting like a love struck teenager. Disgusting. Stupid. Ridiculous and absurd.

  “Are you finished with your meal?” She nods and thanks me. She should run instead. “Good. Then let’s go upstairs and fuck. What do you say?”

  As I wait for her answer, my cock throbs in my pants. It’s actually been throbbing since I asked her to rub it. And she did. Utter perfection and I want her to rub it a whole lot more.

  Actually, I want more of everything. More of fucking her, draining her, twisting her into something she doesn’t recognize.

  I bet she likes it hard. I can tell. I have to stifle a groan.

  Jack rescues me from my dangerous thoughts. “She’s a winner, man. Did you already tell her to drop some pounds?”

  “I did.” I chuckle and make introductions, letting her know he’ll be the first to watch. Kim’s jaw nearly hits the table. It’s a good look. It’ll fit my cock perfectly. It twitches, straining to escape the bonds of my pants.

  “I… umm… wait. You? One of the newspaper men? You’re going to watch?”

  She’s perfect, and I want to laugh in pure joy. I don’t. I can’t. I’d look like such an ass. I’m supposed to be in control of this, the boss.

  Jack laughs. “Damn straight I am. Gonna enjoy it too. Did Mikey tell you he’s a sucker for breasts? Me, I’m more of an ass man. Not that I’m gonna mind seeing your tits worked over. Damn, Mikey. You lucked out this time, didn’t ya?”

  Jack brings me back to reality, but it doesn’t last long. I’m about to have sex with this magnificent creature.

  For a fleeting moment, I panic, fearing it will destroy me.

  I should run, but I don’t.

  I have to have her. She’s already mine.

  I take her hand and lead her from the restaurant. My heart is thudding, and I fear the whole city can hear it. I fear Kim can hear it. I look at her and see that she’s dumbstruck. She can’t hear my heart over her own. I give her hand a little reassuring squeeze, and she smiles up at me nervously.

  There’s an “L” word for this.

  Lust.

  Jesus, let’s go with that.

  Much safer.

  I’m not even going to contemplate the existence of love at first sight. Lock me naked in a padded room if I ever go in that direction. Mad as a Hatter is Humpty. That’s what they’ll say.

  I’ll have to remind her of the paramount rule, and often. Don’t fall for me. And even as I’m plunging my cock into her sweet, delicious pussy, I’ll have to remind myself too. Don’t fall for her.

  Together, we leave the bar and make our way to the elevator. It’s too late now. I can’t run, can’t escape.

  And as much as I think I should, as much as I think this will crush me, I don’t want to run.

  I want her.

  She’s mine.

  As sick and twisted as this is, I even think I’ll be very happy spending my time watching her.

  Happy?

  Oh fuck.

  I’m lost.

  CHAPTER 5

  He leads me to the elevator and shows me the room key. He presses the button, and the elevator arrives almost immediately. I step inside with shaking knees.

  “Always get the top floor,” he says and throws me against the metal wall of the elevator. He finds my lips with his and takes them roughly. I moan and open myself to him, and he starts punishing my mouth with his tongue. I feel the lean hardness of his body against me and his stiff cock jabbing into my stomach. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him like I’m drowning.

  He has awoken every fiber of my being, and I’m on fire. Another minute of this, and I might just spontaneously come without him even touching tit or clit.

  He groans into my mouth, and it burns a path down my throat. I pull him tighter against me and start rubbing, seeking all the friction I can manage. He laughs into my mouth and pulls away.

  “Easy, Kim. We have all night,” he promises before growing serious. “There’s something that must be said, and it’s important for you to listen.” He looks into my eyes, and I nod. I don’t know if he can see anything beyond lust in my eyes, but I’m doing my best for a serious moment.

  “Good,” he says. “There are rules to this job. Above all else, you must remember that this is nothing more than a job, and I’m your boss. I pay you. I expect you to be professional and follow my directions.” He grins. “Of course, fucking the boss isn’t a typical job description, but that is what this is. Understand?”

  He waits, and I nod, but he appears to want more from me. “You’re my boss, you pay me.” Still, he waits. “I’ll be professional,” I promise as the elevator doors open. He nods and leads me to our room. I’ll have to remember all that in the morning. Right now, all I can think of is fucking him.

  He follows me inside, shutting and latching the door behind him. I’m frozen to the floor, unsure of what I should do. “Get undressed.”

  With shaking fingers, I comply, briefly wondering why I bothered spending so much money on a pair of panties he only sees for a
fleeting moment. Once I’m naked, his eyes burn a trail down my body, lingering for a long minute on my breasts. I have to fight my hands not to cover myself.

  As he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, I gasp in delight as I stare at his tanned chest and his washboard abs. “You have an amazing body,” I blurt out.

  “Thank you,” he says, smiling. “My body is my livelihood.”

  As I watch, he approaches me like a panther would approach his prey. My nipples tighten as he pushes me on the bed. In an instant, he’s on top of me, and I feel the delicious weight of him while he gazes down in rapturous contemplation of my breasts. “Are you a gigolo?” I can’t help asking, the words coming out like pants.

  “Not in this instance with you.” He squeezes my left breast and swirls his tongue around my engorged nipple. “God, I could play with these for hours.” He blows lightly, causing a sweet ripple of shivering goose bumps up and down my body.

  I moan, arching into his mouth, and he chuckles as he sucks hard. He is relentless, sucking and pulling and teasing with his teeth while I shudder and writhe beneath him.

  I need a moment to compose myself, a break before things get even more involved. “But in other instances…?”

  He lifts his head to look at me, a dazed expression on his face. “What?” Understanding dawns. “Yes. There are a number of women who pay me to have sex with them. Is that a problem for you?” he asks as he takes my hardened right nipple between his fingers and squeezes until my eyes roll back into my head.

  He takes my breath away, and the painful shock waves electrify my pussy. I press my thighs together, feeling how wet and ready I am for him. “God… no… no problem with that,” I groan and reach up to pull his head to my breast again. He doesn’t argue and sucks at me until I’m nearly raw.

  I need him inside me, and I arch my back, humping against him, rubbing my slick pussy against the long, hard thickness of him. He chuckles and nips at my nipple again, harder this time, and I cry out. He looks up at me. “Am I being too rough? I got the impression you like it this way.”

  “Oh god yes, it’s perfect. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I beg breathlessly.

  He smiles and starts to bend his head back to the task at hand, but stops. When I moan in disappointment, he laughs again. “Remember, we have all night. Do you enjoy bondage?”

  “What?” The question throws me off balance. “Why do you ask?”

  He nuzzles my neck, his tongue tracing to my chest. “Your handcuff necklace. It’s like knowing the secret handshake to a private club.”

  “Oh!” I press a hand against the necklace. I’d forgotten about it. “I didn’t realize… let’s say I’m curious.”

  He nods. “Good. We’ll try that another time.” He pinches and twists my nipple, and I squirm, hooking my feet around his legs. “Remember, the more you’re willing to do, the more money you’ll make.” He smiles at my efforts to entice him inside me, and shakes his head. “Not yet, Kim, not yet.”

  I want to cry, I need him so badly. “Oh god, Michael, please. Please fuck me.”

  The arrogant smirk is back, and I want to lick it off his face as he turns until his back is against the headboard. His cock is saluting me, and as I watch, he takes it in his hand, stroking up and down. “Let’s see what you got.”

  He crooks a finger, and I crawl eagerly to him, stroking my tongue up his thigh and up his length. With no hesitation, I take him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate his width.

  I inhale the thrilling masculine scent of him. Salt, sweat, and sea drives me wild. Wrapping my fist firmly at his base, I stroke up and down, watching his face as I jerk him off. He groans, and I smile. I’ve got him now. I lift my lips from his head just for a moment, and he groans again, this time in dismay. “You smell like the ocean.”

  “It’s my cologne,” he rasps.

  I circle my tongue around the tip. “What’s it called?”

  “Ocean,” he replies with a chuckle, opening his eyes to look at me. “Do you like it?”

  I bob my head in the affirmative, and he laughs and points to his throbbing shaft. “Please… do that there.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  And I do, taking him into my mouth, and further into my throat, thrilling at how my actions cause him to lose his mind. I love it and suck harder, working my hands and mouth up and down his pulsating manhood until I feel his balls contract into tight little nuts. He’s going to come hard, and I love every second. I did this to him. I’m in control and feel such power in this moment.

  “Jesus…” he moans. “You give head like a pro… I’m gonna come… fair warning…”

  I don’t stop, just suck up and down his shaft, my tongue swirling and my hands urging him on. I don’t move, don’t back away, and he understands that I’m going to swallow. With his cock in my throat, our eyes lock. When he can take no more, his hands grip into my hair, and he bucks his hips, fucking my mouth with an urgency I’ve never felt with a man. He’s big, fucking big, and I can’t breathe, but I force myself to relax and wait.

  “Ohhh fuck… oh God…” he groans, shutting his eyes, and explodes, letting go with a stream of cum that I think will never end. My throat works double time swallowing his seed, and I suck harder, pulling every last drop.

  He shudders and collapses against the mattress, spent and sated, and I take in a great gasping lungful of air. It feels good to breathe again. His chest heaves up and down as he raises a lazy hand to swipe at his shock of hair, clearing it from his eyes to look at me. “You are a fucking sexy slut, Kim,” he growls.

  I’ve never been called a slut before, but somehow, the way he says it makes me feel empowered. On a base level, I understand that he’s using it as a compliment. I smile but bite my lip as I see his softening cock. That was fun, a hell of a lot of fun, but I’m nowhere near satisfied. I look back up at him, and he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’m good for more. I just need a few minutes.” Then his smile turns coy, devilish. “Why not come up here and give me some dessert while we wait?” He crooks his finger, and it’s like he’s pulling on my clit. My stomach twists in anticipation as I crawl up his body to his waiting mouth.

  I straddle his head, and he scoots down to just the right angle. And then… nothing. I can feel his breath on my pussy, and I whimper desperately. “Please, Michael, please… fuck my pussy with your mouth… please…” I start to sit down on him, but he stops me by placing his hands on my inner thighs.

  “You’re an impatient little slut.” Quick as a whip, one of his hands is gone from my leg and comes down on my ass. Hard. Again, and again. I cry out. I scream. For a second, I think that I’ve come and will pass out; the electric jolts to my sex are that intense. “We’ll do this at my pace, Kim. It’s my show now. Understand?”

  “Yes, oh god yes… please!” I’ll do anything, say anything at this point just to feel his tongue dancing on my pussy.

  “That’s my girl. Now, is this what you want?” He releases the pressure of his hands on my thighs, and I inch down until his tongue licks at the very tip of my swollen bud.

  “Oh god, yes! Yes!” I whimper, I cry, I’m a sniveling wretched mess, living and dying at his whim, his touch, no matter how small.

  “Good girl. And this?” He draws a long slow lick from the top of my pussy to the bottom and back again.

  “Oh fuck! Oh god… yes! Please, yes!” I’m quivering, my muscles spasming, and I throw my palms against the headboard to help steady me.

  “Tell me what you want. Tell me…” He takes a tiny swipe at my clit again, and I’m frantic with need. “You’re so wet. You taste so sweet… tell me what you want.”

  “Please… please fuck my pussy with your mouth.”

  “That’s not enough,” he breathes against my pussy, and I whimper. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

  Details? He wants details at a time like this?

  Fine.

  “Take my pussy in your mouth and suck me until I come. Tease me with
your tongue, lick me everywhere, every crevice, every fold. Suck my clit… now, please!”

  In response, he pulls me down hard on his face, his teeth and tongue devouring my flesh. I scream in pleasure and raw animal lust, my hips doing a dance to help him find just the right spot. He plunges his fingers into me, and I scream again. It’s a primal sound coming from deep inside me, and he works me harder, deeper, faster. With a long wail, I come, wracked with shudders, drenching him with my juice. He doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking until I’m begging for mercy.

  “That’s what you wanted, right?” he asks, his hand coming down on my ass again. I’m gasping for breath, unable to answer when he tosses me onto the bed. Before I can even gasp in surprise, he’s on top of me, plunging his hard cock into my scorched and quivering sex.

  I cry out, but he’s unrelenting, hovering over me, pounding into me ceaselessly. Digging my nails into his shoulders, he doesn’t stop. He’s like a machine, and I come again, moaning senselessly. But he’s not done. He keeps driving until I think he might split me in two.

  Sweat pours off him, dripping down to mix with my own. I taste the saltiness on my tongue as another pulsing wave builds in my core.

  “I’m gonna come,” he growls and plows into me one final time, driving deeper, holding himself in me as deep as he can go. My third climax hits, and I lose control of my muscles, clinging to him as he goes rigid, shooting his seed deep into me.

  Spent, he collapses onto the bed beside me, one leg and one arm thrown haphazardly over my shuddering body.

  My heart is racing, and I’m still gasping. Did I really just come three times in a row? Three times?!

  As if reading my mind, Michael reaches up and pinches my nipple hard, and he can still manage to send electric shocks to my worn out clit. I whimper and put my hand over his while he still squeezes. “It won’t always be like that, Kim. You haven’t had sex in a long time, have you?”

  “No,” I force myself to admit.

  He nods and lifts himself up enough to carefully remove a condom that I hadn’t even noticed he’d put on. How’d I miss that? “There will be times when I can’t even get you to come at all. You’ll earn less money from those sessions, not to punish you but because the voyeur will pay less. That’s just how it goes.” He rises from the bed and walks to the closet. My eyes fix on his tight little ass, and I just want to bite it.