“Not only this project?”
“You also mean a lot to me.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her well. My heart threatened to jump out of my throat.
“Can you repeat that, angel?”
She bit her lip again, and of course, my cock immediately twitched. “You... You mean a lot to me.”
Alexandra. She was an angel. My angel. I actually wanted to jump from happiness. She believed me. She felt something for me.
That was it. I needed to have her right now.
20
Oliver
I brought her face to mine and met her lips in a hurry that took us both breathless and hot for each other. “I need you, Alexandra. I need to fuck you senseless until the only thing you remember is that you are mine.”
She grabbed my face and thrust her tongue into my mouth, stroking mine with urgency that made my cock harder than ever. I needed to bury myself into her. I had to feel her soft, warm pussy.
“I am yours,” she said. “Boss.”
I smirked. “Boss?”
“Yes. Boss. It really turns me on when you order me every time we have sex. I love the way you control me.”
Shit, she had no idea what she was doing to me now. She was fucking perfect.
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Come here.” I guided her to the mirror. I made her face it and stopped directly behind her. “I want to take my time with you, but I’m not really sure if I would be able to do that since I’m desperate to fuck you now.”
I placed a kiss on her neck, and she shivered, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. I enjoyed the way she reacted to me. She was so sensitive. So fresh, so new.
“Oliver,” she breathed out, staring in daze at me in the mirror. She didn’t take eyes off me as I undressed her slowly, taking my time as I unbuttoned her jacket and her shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Making one of my fantasies come true.”
I took off her clothes, leaving her in her high heels only. I looked at her body in the mirror, mesmerized with every single inch of her body. She was so hot. I kissed her neck, grabbing her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples.
They reacted immediately, becoming two hard buds as I rubbed them, and she was already panting and writhing.
“This is so good.” She brought her eyes to mine in the mirror, staring at me through her daze, and suddenly my pants and boxers became too tight for my cock. It begged me to release it as I slid my hands down and covered her hot, shaved pussy.
“You’re already wet for me, angel.” I groaned and grinded myself against her.
“Yes.”
“Tell me how much you want this?”
“So much, boss. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
Shit. I was going crazy for her.
I chuckled. “I will.” I moved my hands over her body again, caressing her smooth skin as we looked at each other in the mirror. I held onto her waist as I brought my hand back to her pussy that was now dripping wet. I pushed my fingers through her soft folds and reached her entrance. “Your pussy is so soft, Alexandra. And only mine.”
She shuddered, her pussy swallowing my fingers when I pushed them inside. My cock throbbed painfully, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to take this torture much longer. I thrust three fingers in and out of her fast, her pussy making the sloshing sounds as her juices gushed out of her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop! I will come.”
“And what if I stop?”
“No!”
Just as I felt her tense, as if she was really near her orgasm, I took out my fingers and gave her a hard look. “You didn’t say ‘please’. I won’t let you come until you behave like a good girl.”
She flushed, panting faster. Her tits rising and falling were too sexy.
“Please. Please, please, please, boss. I will be a good girl. I will listen to everything you say. Just... please...”
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me come.”
I grinned and thrust four digits inside of her, fucking her roughly. She screamed, losing herself once more on my fingers. I moved my other hand up and covered her breast, squeezing it. She closed her eyes as she was close to her orgasm, but I pinched her nipple hard, forcing her to open her eyes.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me while I make you come. Do you understand?”
Her eyes gained a darker shade of green, completely overwhelmed with her pleasure. “Y-yes,” she breathed out. I pushed into her several more times until she exploded, convulsing all around my fingers.
The next moment I moved away from her and took off my tie. “Lie down on the bed,” I ordered her. I removed all my clothes as she did what I’d told her to do. I pulled her arms up and used my tie to bond them together to the metal headboard. She gasped and her eyes widened when she realized what I was doing.
“Boss!”
I lay on top of her, sliding my hands over her whole body and kissing the places I’d previously touched. When she started trembling and begging me to fuck her, I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep into her.
“Yes. Oh shit, Alexandra. I needed this. I needed you.”
My rhythm was wild from the beginning, and I got lost in her completely. She was screaming after each thrust, her soaking wet pussy enabling me to slide in easily. I brought her legs on my shoulders and entered even deeper, sending her over the edge immediately. Her pussy milked and squeezed my cock as I rammed into her again and again. She was so sexy tied up like this to the bed, unable to move and fully under my control.
The second time she came on my dick we orgasmed together, our juices mixing as I leaned in and slammed my lips against hers.
She was mine. “You are so beautiful, angel.”
She smiled to me, looking completely spent. “You too, Oliver. I love you.”
For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her right. Then my breathing hitched and my heart went into overdrive. She loved me.
Alexandra Harris loved me.
Hell yeah!
This was all I ever needed. I smiled, feeling like the happiest man alive. “I love you too, Alexandra. I don’t ever want to get separated from you again.”
She kissed me again. “You won’t.”
I grinned wildly at her and showered her face with kisses. This had just turned into a best day of my life.
Epilogue
A year later
Alexandra
Today was the grand opening of the hotel. I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed, and here I was, cutting the ribbon with Oliver.
Oliver.
I looked at the man standing next to me as we faced the guests, and my heart expanded with happiness. It had been a year since I started dating Oliver, and since then we’d worked hard on renovating the hotel and bringing its old glory. I’d been able to make my designs come true and along with them—my dreams.
We were in the middle of a cocktail reception, but suddenly Oliver pulled me to the side and said, “It’s getting a bit boring here. Let’s sneak away to our bridal suite.”
I grinned, my pussy throbbing in response immediately. Our bridal suite was the suite we’d used that day when we admitted that we loved each other. I felt something warm filling me as I remembered that day. It was truly special, and it marked the start of our beautiful relationship.
Each day with Oliver was more exciting than the previous one. Our sex was simply amazing, and I loved the way he controlled me in our bedroom. I’d gotten to know him better and discovered we were more similar that I’d initially thought. We had the same passion for turning old into new and we continued working together on other projects too.
We went upstairs and entered the bridal suite, which was now completely different from then. It was beautiful—it looked exactly like I’d always envisioned it.
Suddenly, I felt too emotional. My vision b
lurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
Oliver looked at me in worry. “What is wrong?”
“Oliver, you have no idea what you’ve done for me. This...” I motioned with my hand at the room, looking over its new furniture and restored walls and windows. Turning something that had been so old and ruined into such a pretty, breathtaking space was equal to a miracle for me, and it was all thanks to Oliver. “This is amazing. This is all I ever dreamed of... Until you. Now I have you and this hotel is just the way I wanted it to be... You made my dreams come true. Thank you.”
He approached me and kissed me, holding onto me tightly.
“No. I have to thank you. You are the one who made my dreams come true. I have you and there is nothing else that matters to me.”
He took a step backward and reached into the pocket of his jacket. The next moment he took a small jewelry box out of it, and my heart just stopped. He opened it and revealed a huge diamond ring that took my breath away. I looked at him, unable to think properly for a moment.
Was this...? Was this really...?
“Alexandra Harris, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?”
Oh my God.
Oh my God! Yes! “Yes,” I breathed out, feeling so happy. I couldn’t believe this!
I grinned like crazy when he took the ring out and brought it to my ring finger. I couldn’t believe he’d just proposed. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I was already lost in our passion.
I was already lost in him.
Oliver Talon, the man who I thought would be my enemy, would now be my partner for life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Virgin’s Dirty Boss: Extra Dirty
From Nicole
It had always been easy for Oliver to make me all hot for him. Especially here, in our bridal suite. We had spent a lot of long nights in this hotel, and we spent many of them in this room.
“You know, I want to make my bride ‘mine’ right now,” he said and started to undress me.
“But everyone in the city is downstairs!” I said, feeling a little embarrassed.
“I don’t care. Now, be an obedient girl and stop protesting.”
He pushed me onto the four-poster bed and took off his tie. My heart accelerated when I realized what he was going to do. He tied my wrists to the bed, just like that day one year ago. Even now I clearly remembered how hot it had been to be completely out of control when I couldn’t move my hands.
He took off his clothes, his cock already in full erection. “Now I get to christen my new fiancée.”
My eyes slid over his sexy body, and I was desperate to feel him deep inside of me.
“Please, boss.” He smiled. Even after all this time, I still called him “boss” and we both liked it.
“My pleasure, angel.”
He grabbed my hips, put my legs around his waist, and entered me, stretching me slowly. “You feel so good. I love you, Alexandra.”
Oh, how much I wanted to touch him. Not being able to do that made things much hotter. “I love you too.”
He moved steadily in me, each time burring into me so deep that I felt everything stronger than usual. This time he was more sensual, kissing my face and neck as he took his time, but even though it wasn’t rough, it built the pleasure in me that soon erupted in an intense orgasm.
“Yes! Oliver!”
“You are so beautiful when you come, angel. You make me so hot for you.”
As soon as my aftershocks passed, he increased his tempo, going inside with a sudden urgency that literally took my breath away.
“Yes! Right there!” I screamed, not caring about the fact that anyone could pass down the hallway and hear me.
He squeezed my breasts, ramming into me so hard that I was already orgasming again, clenching around his cock and taking him in deeper.
“You’re so good. So sexy. Shit, I’m cumming.” He thrust into me forcefully a few more times and then he got out of me and started ejaculating onto my breasts. “Shit. You look so good.” He growled as he sent the last spurt of sperm onto me and then he smiled. “I fantasized about this all day angel.”
I smiled back, loving everything I did to him. He untied me and brought me in for another kiss. “No matter how many times I make love to you, it’s never enough. You see?” he pointed at his cock that had been already erect. So fast. “I’m hard for you again.” He gave me another kiss. “I will never let you go, my love.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m forever yours, Oliver,” I whispered, but then I smirked and added, “I mean, boss.”
Double Score
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1
Isaac
You’ve heard of the domino effect, right? It takes just one fucking spark to ignite an entire chain reaction. The kind that blows up and everyone gets burned who is in the ring of fire. One damn thing you have no control over for the panic to spread. For shit to hit the fan.
It was happening around me. Everything was going down in flames. I didn’t know how to stop it.
It was one of those defining moments. When the men came forward and the boys fell to the back of the line.
I could see it on their faces. Some were ready to stake their claim. Some ready to tuck their tails under their balls and get the hell out.
I had to decide what Isaac Price wanted. What I would take from this. How I would walk away a winner.
Because that’s who I was.
I stared at my phone. Blinking again, I wiped the sweat from my eye with the back of my hand. I needed to get in the damn shower. Practice had been hot as hell. I peeled the wet shirt over my head, and checked to see if the message was still there. I wanted to make sure this wasn’t some kind of sick joke.
“Fuck,” I murmured. “The old man died? No.” I shook my head.
“What did you say?” Dylan punched me in the side, laughing. “You realize I out-caught you by at least fifty out there today? Better watch out or one of those rookies is going to give you his seat on the bench.”
He had just walked out of the ice bath. His towel was tucked around his waist. There was a puddle collecting on the floor under his feet.
Dylan and the rest of the team didn’t know what I did. They hadn’t been punched in the gut. Yet.
“I thought you slept off last night,” he joked. “It was the brunette, wasn’t it? She did you in. I knew when I saw those hips she was going to be one hell of a ride.”
I shook my head. “It’s not her.”
Crawling out of bed this morning seemed like it happened a week ago. I had left the girl sleeping while I dressed for work. I was never late to practice. It was an old military habit I couldn’t break.
It was ingrained in my character. Late meant disrespect. Late meant you didn’t give a shit about yourself. It didn’t matter how hot the girl was I left under my sheets—she didn’t mean more than my character and reputation.
I was here on time like I was every day.
“Then what is it?” Dylan looked confused. He had taken a blonde home from the bar. He drank until he didn’t remember her name. And like always, he was the last one at practice.
I turned toward my best friend. I held my phone toward his face. “Read it.” He leaned forward.
His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the team alert text.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Is this for real?”
I nodded. “I guess so. It’s from HR. They wouldn’t pull a prank like this. No way.”
>
Sure, it was from the official Warriors office, but someone should have walked down here and told us in person. I looked around. Some guys were still in the showers. Most were walking around in towels. A few hadn’t bothered to put on a damn shred of clothing. I waited for it to happen. I waited for the news to break. I waited for the jokes to stop. For the banter to cease. In seconds, they wouldn’t care what happened at practice today. They wouldn’t care they were still sweating.
It was as if someone had a bat and started taking swings through the locker room. The rowdy bullshit quieted down as everyone checked their phones.
I saw it. The domino effect was happening.
Dylan’s eyes pinched together. “I hadn’t heard he was sick.”
“Me either.” I was too busy learning plays and winning games. I also didn’t follow the McCade headlines.
“I don’t know if this is good or bad.”
We watched as the others reacted. There weren’t any tears. There weren’t going to be any. We stood in a place the man had built and left to fall down around us. There was anger in the air. It dripped off my teammates just like the sweat did.
I heard someone slam their hand into the wall.
I sat on the bench in front of my locker. I didn’t like change. I never had. I was the kind of man who ate the same thing for breakfast. I ran the same routes around the city every day. I had a favorite white T-shirt, and a favorite black one. I had the same game-day ritual no matter what city we played in. I drank the same Texas beer. Listened to the same stations.
I didn’t like change. I liked consistency. I counted on it.
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