Dirty Savage Boss: A Cocky Billionaire Duet

by Terri E. Laine

  “Thanks, Tilly,” I said and got up and buttoned my suit jacket. Then I turned my attention to Ian. “Make sure she’s happy. Look into other magazines to buy if this falls through. I’m going to give her what she wants if it kills me.”

  He nodded and I left my office. I took the elevator and when the door opened two floors down, I sucked in a breath as Chloe stepped inside. She gave me a shy smile, but two others got in with her.

  My dick noticed her, and I was instantly hard. She was on the other side staring straight ahead as the two females giggled between us. They kept glancing at me, but I avoided their gazes.

  Thank fuck the elevator stopped again and they got off, leaving me alone with Chloe. I didn’t have long. “How are you doing?”

  Shyly, she turned my way. “Didn’t you say we couldn’t talk?”

  Fuck that. I opened the panel and triggered the emergency button to stop the car. When I turned to face her, her eyes were large like those of a doe in headlights.

  “Why did you do that?” she asked.

  “So I could do this.” I yanked her to me so we were out of camera range and pressed my mouth to hers. Damn, she was so fucking sweet. She’d been chewing gum or something. But it was long gone, and my tongue took advantage.

  “Mr. Witmore. Is there a problem?” came through the speaker.

  I pulled back but didn’t let her go. “No.” I pressed the button to release our hold.

  When the elevator doors parted, I let her go. “Meet me at Ian’s office at lunch.”

  “But—”

  “Lunch, Ian’s office.” I used my commanding tone and she nodded. There was no way I wouldn’t fuck her before this day was through. Otherwise, I would have the bluest balls known to man.

  I adjusted myself before I stepped out. I made it to the meeting and listened to my team talk about our latest acquisitions. But when I saw Chloe walk past the glass-front conference room, all my attention went to her.

  “Ryan.”

  The voice came from an unfortunate mistake on my part. And Regina had forgotten her place.

  “That would be Mr. Witmore.”

  Her face flushed and she quickly corrected herself. “Sorry, Mr. Witmore. We are all wondering why we are looking to buy a magazine. It doesn’t fit in our current portfolio.”

  I arched a brow. “It’s not really your place to question my decisions, is it, Ms. Jones? This is not a publicly held company. The only person I answer to is myself.”

  She sputtered as the rest of the team hoped I didn’t zero in on one of them. “No, it’s not. But you did hire me to help create your kingdom.”

  “Everyone out,” I said. “Except for Ms. Jones.”

  She swallowed while they all scrambled to leave as fast as they could. I tapped my fingers together, wondering if I could get away with firing her.

  She lifted her chin. “I stand by what I said.”

  I stood and moved to stand behind her. I leaned down, so I didn’t have to speak loudly. “There is a way to speak to the head of the company and that’s not what I heard from you.”

  She spun around so our mouths were close and licked her lips. “I’m here to make you money and whatever else you want from me.”

  I felt eyes on me and turned to see Chloe stopped in the middle of the hall staring at me. I straightened, knowing how my closeness might look to her. I turned back to Ms. Jones as her head swiveled toward Chloe.

  “Stick to your job. There is nothing else I want from you. And if you can’t handle that, I suggest you quit.”

  I marched off, but Chloe was gone. I couldn’t risk going to her desk. So I waited for lunch, only she didn’t show up.

  Nine

  Chloe

  This new job was turning into an epic fail. The first couple of hours had been great. I’d run into Ryan on the elevator and he’d been all in. He’d even invited me to lunch. I’d gotten wet and ready. But that was where it had ended. I’d happened to walk past one of the conference rooms and there he’d stood, leaning above one of the most attractive women I’d ever seen, his face bent over her as though he were about to kiss her or had just kissed her.

  Then he made some kind of show as if he was telling her off. He must’ve thought I was some stupid moron or something. And maybe I was. I’d gone from working for one asshole boss to another. Only my former boss hadn’t fucked me, like Ryan. And I hadn’t fallen for any of Hugh’s tricks because I’d been smart. How could I have been so foolish with Ryan?

  I was done with men. All of them. They were nothing but a bunch of dishonest, good-for-nothing assholes. Okay, they were good for something, but I could find a replacement for that in a battery-operated vibrator.

  As I got back to my tiny office—and I’d been so excited to actually get an office, even if it was microscopic—I slammed the door behind me. Assface. All I could think about and hear was his voice as I’d let him do all those unbelievably naughty things to me. And damn if he hadn’t been naughty. Raw and dirty to be exact. What had I been thinking? That was just it. I hadn’t been thinking at all. Okay, maybe I’d been thinking with my clit and pussy. That was stopping right now. We were over.

  Ian came to my office to invite me to his for lunch a little while later.

  I glared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Why can’t I?”

  “Is the two-timer going to be there?”

  “What do you mean?” He honest-to-God acted clueless.

  “You can stop with the games, Ian.”

  “I’m not playing any games, Chloe.”

  “Why don’t you go ask your bestie, Ryan?” I spat. “He can explain everything.”

  Ian shrugged and left after I refused to tell him a thing.

  I barely got any work done the rest of the day. It was pretty bad, only I needed this job. I had to get off my tush and get something done. If I got fired, I was in a terrible mess. Even though I was pissed as hell, I forced myself to get to work. Then I went home and poured myself the biggest glass of wine I could.

  Tom the cat curled up next to me on the couch and my friend Molly called. “Hey, chickypoo, what’s going on? I got your text, but then I didn’t hear back. Tell me about this man you met.”

  After the world’s longest groan, I explained, “Ryan Witmore is a complete asshole, just like my jerkface boss, Hugh Hampton, the king of dickwads. Anyway, did you meet anyone?”

  “Uh, er—no one important. Tell me what happened.”

  The need to vent was strong, so I launched into my story about what had taken place after I’d left the party until today at my new job. I did leave out several specific details, including Ian’s participation. “And I’m currently drowning my anger in a large glass of vino.”

  “Hmm. Looks like you’ve been on one wild rollercoaster ride.”

  “You know it.”

  “Want some sorrow-drowning company?”

  “Molly, normally I would say yeah, but not tonight. I just want to hang and feel sorry for my own stupid butt for believing such bull. You know what I’m saying?”

  “I do. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. Oh, you never said if you liked the job though.”

  “It has potential. It’s not true copy-editing, but it pays a hell of a lot better.”

  “Well, at least you have that.”

  “Truth.”

  After I hung up, I started to think about my day. What a stupid mess I’d gotten myself in. How could I have let this happen? I’d gone from the frying pan straight into the fire and here I’d thought I was stepping up in the world.

  A knock came at my door. I knew who it was so I ignored it. I wasn’t falling prey to his games anymore.

  It persisted, so I went to the door and yelled, “Go away.”

  “I have a delivery for a Miss Landon.”

  I peeked out the peephole and saw a deliveryman standing out there with a gigantic floral arrangement. Then I checked the time to see it was after six.

  When I op
ened the door, the man asked, “Miss Landon?”

  “That’s me.”

  “These are for you.”

  He handed me the huge vase and I nearly dropped it. It weighed a ton. “Uh, thanks,” I said as I grabbed it with both hands. After kicking the door shut behind me, I carried it to the table. There was a large card sticking out of it, so I pulled it out.

  Dear Chloe,

  I know what you thought when you saw me with that other woman, but it wasn’t what it appeared. Please let me explain. It was all a mistake. I swear to you, if you’ll only give me a chance, I promise I’ll make it right.

  Yours,

  Ryan

  Right. ‘I thought I saw.’ I knew exactly what I’d seen. As I went to stuff the card in, I noticed an oblong box inside the flowers. When I pulled it out, I opened it to reveal a gorgeous bracelet. I clamped my lips together. While the piece of jewelry was undeniably beautiful, the fact that he thought he could just buy off my anger launched me into a whole new level of fury.

  There was another knock at my door and this time I was ready to take him on. When I jerked the door open, I nearly yanked it off its hinges. But it wasn’t Ryan. It was my former boss.

  “Mr. Hampton, what are you doing here?”

  “Uh, Chloe, are you okay? You look a little, uh, tense.”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  “Is there anything I can do to help?”

  I blinked about thirty times. This couldn’t be the asshole boss who’d piled an inordinate amount of work on me and then only given me one day to complete it. “You’re joking, right?”

  “No, I see that you’re upset about something and I was wondering if you needed help.”

  “Why on earth would you wonder that?”

  “Because you appear to need it.”

  “Mr. Hampton, I worked for you for months while you treated me like a dog, heaping work on me like I was a farm animal. And here you stand asking if I need help? I needed help when you gave me impossible deadlines to meet and threatened to fire me if I didn’t.”

  He stared at me with a blank look. “I did that?”

  “You need to leave.” I shut the door in his face. Were all men that stupid?

  I plopped down on the couch and guzzled what remained of my wine. On further thought, I was the idiot in this trio. I had allowed Hugh Hampton to railroad me in that job and then I’d walked right into Ryan’s trap like a defenseless rabbit. All I’d seen was his gorgeous looks and large penis. Penis be damned, and from now on, I was going to aim for the ugly guys. Maybe they knew how to treat women.

  While that thought circulated in my brain, another knock pounded on the door.

  “For the love of wine and beer, who is it now?” I yanked the door open to find Mr. Hampton still standing there. What the hell was he doing? “Are you planning on sleeping out here? Should I toss you a blanket or something?”

  “No, I was going over what you said to me and I guess I was pretty hard on you. I wanted to tell you I was sorry.”

  “Look, I think you’d better leave. This is too much.”

  “But…”

  My finger pointed to the street. “Just go.” Only then I heard a car door slam and someone yelling. I looked over at who was making the ruckus. “Well, I should’ve guessed this would get worse.”

  “What’s he doing here?” Mr. Hampton asked.

  “You can ask him yourself.”

  “Get away from her,” Ryan snarled.

  “Hold up there,” I began. But before I was able to say anything else, Ryan’s fist shot out and caught Mr. Hampton’s jaw in a right hook. Mr. Hampton’s head flung to the left and snapped back. Then he narrowed his gaze as he rubbed the place where Ryan’s fist had connected.

  “What the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” Mr. Hampton asked.

  I wasn’t sure if I should get between them when I was angry at them both.

  “Leave her alone. Don’t you even think about touching her, Hugh.”

  “I wasn’t touching her. We were talking. I’m not like you, you asshole.” Mr. Hampton spewed his words, and he was not a happy man. I had to say I didn’t blame him.

  “Ryan, I think you’d better leave,” I said.

  His eyes nailed me to the floor. “I’m not going anywhere until we’ve had a chance to talk.” Then he turned to Hugh and said, “Get the fuck out of here or I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

  “You know something? You’re crazy.”

  “You haven’t even begun to see crazy.” Ryan’s fists flexed and I wondered if I should run away from him. He was scaring me to death.

  Mr. Hampton stared at him and that tiny muscle in his jaw twitched. “We’re not finished, Ryan. And if you hurt Chloe, I’ll make sure you pay.”

  Ryan laughed as Mr. Hampton walked away. Then he turned to me and I tried to shut the door in his face. His eyes softened as he pleaded, “Don’t. Please don’t shut me out. I swear I’ll explain if you only give me a chance.”

  “You’re not going to tell me more lies, are you?” I asked. “Because I don’t need any more of that bullshit. I’m done with getting hurt.”

  “I could never hurt you, Chloe. I promise.”

  I opened the door and pointed to a chair. “Fine. Sit there and start from the beginning.”

  He nodded, but I wondered whether I’d survive this or not. That was one insane interaction I’d just witnessed. Let’s hope it was only a one-time deal because if it wasn’t, there was no telling how I’d come out of this.

  Ten

  Ryan

  I was eating crow when I wanted to be eating her sweet pussy.

  “Chloe, what you saw earlier in the office today wasn’t what you thought.”

  “Have you fucked her before?”

  Lying wasn’t an option. “Yes.” Chloe turned and gave me her back. I walked over and gently turned her to face me. “But that was over and done a long time ago. I was trying to tell her quietly that it would never happen again. That’s what you saw.”

  Chloe’s cool eyes narrowed on me. “How can I believe you?”

  I pulled out my phone. “I’ll call her if you want and put it on speaker phone.”

  She took my hand and shook her head. “Fine, I believe you, but please don’t ever lie to me.”

  Shit. Though I wasn’t lying about this, I was lying about something else. “No. Never.”

  Her innocence slayed me every time. Her lower lip trembled, and I bent to kiss it. Hungrily her nails scraped over my scalp as she deepened our connection. I lifted her leg to wedge myself closer. She wrapped the other one around me and we were on the move. Not far though, I didn’t think I could wait long enough to get to her room.

  I set her on her feet. “Grab the sofa, baby.”

  She was the most natural submissive, doing what I asked without question. I lifted her skirt and tore at the lacy thong she wore. Then I ran my hands down her crease to the wetness between her legs.

  “Fuck, Chloe, you’re always so ready for me.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Hearing that from her lips had my dick trying to punch a hole in my pants to get to her. I freed myself and stroked the head through her slit to lube up.

  “Are you ready, baby?” I asked.

  “Yes, please.”

  She earned points for begging, but I wanted more. “Just please?”

  She glanced over her shoulder to witness the arch of my brow. “Yes, please, sir.”

  I parted her pretty thighs and drove home. She gasped and I groaned. She was made for me; her tight pussy sheathed my cock like no woman before. I pounded into her and spanked her ass a few times because I knew she liked it. Each time, her inner walls fisted me tighter.

  I could have fucked her for hours, but I had a dinner meeting I couldn’t miss. So I probed her puckered hole with my fingers and slid two inside.

  “I’m going to come,” she cried out, enjoying my invasion.

  “Go ahead, baby. Come for
me.”

  Her pretty cunt spasmed around my dick and I lost all control. I slammed into her as I filled her with my seed. If I didn’t get her pregnant, I didn’t know who could.

  I leaned over and gently bit at her shoulder. A possessive part of me wanted to mark her like an animal. She was mine even if she didn’t know it yet.

  It annoyed me to pull out of her, but I had to be somewhere. I had an empire to build before I could crown her as my queen. I tucked myself back in my pants and zipped them up before I straightened her clothes.

  “I have to go,” I told her.

  “What? Why?”

  “Business, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Ian’s office, you will be there.” I aimed my finger at her.

  She grinned. “Yes, sir.”

  I took her mouth and fucked her with my tongue. “Damn baby, I don’t want to leave.”

  Her long lashes fanned down before her gaze met mine again. “Then don’t.”

  “I wish I didn’t have to. I’ll have you for lunch tomorrow. Remember, there is no woman I want more. You’re mine.”

  Though her eyes widened, she nodded, and I left for my meeting, where I was unable to focus on the man talking. All I could do was think about her. So much so, the next day, I stood in Ian’s office.

  “What do you have for me?”

  Ian held up a finger. “I found something. Hugh has a silent partner, one who owns fifty percent of the company. And she has an axe to grind with him.”

  “Is she willing to sell?”

  His sly smile said yes. “Of course, I gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

  I grinned. “Damn, you’re good. You’re worth every penny I pay you.”

  “I’m worth more,” he said.

  His desk phone chimed. “A Ms. Landon is here.”

  “Let her in,” Ian said.

  Chloe walked in like a midsummer’s dream. She wore a flowy blue and yellow dress that got me hard. But she could have worn a paper sack and I’d still be ready to fuck her.

  Ian cleared his throat. “We’ll talk later.” Then he nodded at Chloe.

  “Where are you going?” she asked him.