Seducing My Billionaire Boss (City Sizzle #3)

by Cynthia Sax

  God. This honoring is slaying me. I explore his shoulder blades, stroke his back, my body on fire, set ablaze by his touch. He sucks, drawing me into his mouth.

  I squirm. The tug and pull is divine. I feel it down to my pussy.

  My passion rises quickly, his homage to my form too sure, too good. I shake, needing a little more, a little—

  The bastard releases my nipple, stops his ravishment, and gazes at me, his eyes gleaming with lust, his hair mussed.

  “Rob.” I growl, frustrated as hell. “I need that titty fuck.” I push my hips upward.

  “Worship shouldn’t be rushed.” He nuzzles against my neglected left breast, the hint of stubble on his chin grazing my skin, warming all of me.

  “This is torture, not worship.”

  “Let me rectify that.” He extends his tongue, flicks the taut tip, and I jerk, pleasure radiating from this point. “I’ll appease you.”

  He laves this part of me again and again, bathing me in heat. Sparks fly in my brain.

  “Rob.” The room fills with my cries, the sounds of our efforts echoing off the walls.

  His hardness presses against my stomach and I should reach for my horny executive, pleasure him as he’s pleasuring me but I don’t have the mental bandwidth, my focus on his tongue, his hands. A current of arousal rushes from my breasts to my pussy and back again.

  “Rob.” My form pulls unbearably tight. “Please.” I can’t stand it. He has to do something, has to ease this sexual tension within me.

  “I know what you need, Kirsten.” He seals his lips around my nipple and inhales, drawing more and more breast into his hot mouth.

  That won’t do it. I need—

  He nips me with his teeth.

  “Rob.” The room explodes with color and sound. Too much. I throw myself upward, hit a wall of flesh. Fuck. I twist and turn, trying to escape. Rob doesn’t let me go. He contains my wild release, sucks my breast harder. This pressure extends my orgasm, draining the energy from my body and the thoughts from my brain until there’s nothing left.

  “I’m done.” I slump. “So done.” My words are slurred, my vision blurry. He made me come with breast play alone. Who does that?

  My fuckin’ boss, that’s who.

  Chapter Six

  Rob doesn’t allow me to rest after my mind-splintering, world-shifting orgasm. The damn man desires his own release.

  “Stay with me a little longer, beautiful.” He licks his palms and runs them over his cock. His skin glistens with this makeshift lubricant. “Move your pretty pendant.”

  I lift my body, slip his gift around my neck, until it hangs between my shoulder blades.

  “Pinch your nipples.”

  He’s being very bossy tonight. I don’t have the energy to protest. I pull on the taut peaks, extending them. They’re sensitive from the sucking he gave them, the color deepened from the pressure of his mouth.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Rob slides his cock into the hollow between my breasts. “Squeeze them around me.”

  I comply and he rocks, gliding his hard manflesh along my skin. He’s warm and rigid, undeniably male, taking command of our encounter.

  My competitive nature won’t allow this, not without a challenge. I tighten my hold on my breasts, narrowing the gap between them, seeking to push his bliss higher and higher until he snaps.

  “Fuck. You’re soft.” Rob’s lips flatten, his expression growing more strained. “Touching you is like dipping my cock into pure silk.”

  “That’s because I’m the best.” I play with my breasts as he fucks them, increasing and decreasing the pressure, varying the sensation, intent on driving him crazy. “This will be the titty fuck of all titty fucks, Rob. You’ll never have better than this.”

  “Never.” He quickens his pace, thrusting harder. His tip plays peek-a-boo between my curves. “You’ve ruined me. How can I look at another woman after seeing you?”

  “I’ve saved you.” I round my back, increasing the connection of his hard shaft against my skin. “From a lifetime of fucking inferior breasts.” I bend my neck and lick his cock head as it appears, swiping my tongue over his flesh.

  “Fuck.” He pulls back so quickly; he almost falls off me. “You have to warn me before you do something like that.”

  “Oh.” I widen my eyes, feigning innocence. “You didn’t like it?”

  “You know damn well that I liked it.” Rob resumes the sensuous glide of cock between breasts. “Too much. I almost came in your face.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” I’ve never once heard a man complain about that.

  Rob gazes at me with mixture of desire and frustration. “You said you wanted me to come down your throat.” His balls tap against the underside of my breasts. “Was coming on your face an option?”

  “It was, but you asked me to make the decision and I did.” I shrug, the action shaking my breasts.

  He groans. “If you continue to do that, I’ll be overriding your decision.”

  “Continue to do—what?” I gaze up at him. “This?” I jiggle my breasts. “Or this?” I lave his tip with my tongue.

  “Fuck.” Rob thrusts his hips forward. Hard spurts of cum arc from his cock head, covering my lips, chin, neck, breasts. He drives between my breasts once, twice, three, four times, frothing his essence. His face twists in despair, and he falls forward, flattening me.

  “Yep. My decision has been overridden.” I clutch him to me, enjoying the heaviness of his body. He’s solid, manly, mine. “Oh, well.” I stroke his back. “You’re an executive and that’s your prerogative.”

  Rob’s shoulders shake. “You’re my equal and you’re driving me insane.”

  “I’m no one’s equal. I’m the best,” I playfully boast, flattered that he sees me that way. “We’ve created another mess.” My chest is sticky with his cum.

  “You’ll fix it.” He rolls onto his back, taking me with him. “You always do.”

  “Bastard.” This word is loaded with emotion I can no longer hide. I care for Rob, more than I’ve cared for any other man. He has his secrets, but I trust him. I feel safe with him.

  “Beautiful.” He kisses my forehead.

  I lay my cheek on his skin, listen to the sound of his heartbeat, ride the rise and fall of his chest. Rob smoothes my hair, separating the tangled tendrils.

  “Why did you consider leaving the company?” I break the silence. “I thought you respected Powers and enjoyed your role here.”

  “I do.” He sighs. “But I wanted you more than I wanted my job, and the company had that damn non fraternization policy, forbidding me to touch you.”

  I prop my chin on his chest, gaze up at him. “You were going to walk away from one of the top positions in the company, perhaps in the country, because you couldn’t bang me?”

  I expect him to laugh, to tease me about being conceited, to tell me I interpreted his words wrong.

  Instead Rob nods. “I was one brush of your fingers away from getting both of us fired. Your voice makes me hard. The way you fight me on everything strips my control. I dream of you every night, waking up horny as hell, my fingers curled around my cock.”

  “You’re an idiot.” We’re both idiots because I want him with the same intensity. “There are other women in the world, women you’re not working with--”

  “I tried. Believe me, I tried everything to dull my obsession with you.” He cups my cheeks. “But no woman is as witty, as ferocious, as beautiful as you are. You are the best, Kirsten.”

  “I told you I was.” I give him a wobbly smile, his declaration touching my heart. “When were you planning to quit?”

  “I timed it for the day after Mrs. Bellows retired, giving Powers a year’s notice. It could take that long to find a suitable replacement CFO.”

  I frown. “She’s retiring in six months, not a year.”

  Rob shrugs, his muscles undulating under me. “I tried to tender my resignation six months ago. Powers didn’t accept it. But I consi
dered it done.”

  I stare at him. “You quit? You were that sure of my feelings for you?”

  “No, I was that sure of my feelings for you.” He rubs his thumbs over my cheeks. “Seeing you every day and not being able to touch you, to kiss you, to please you, was torture. I wouldn’t have been able to tolerate it for much longer.”

  “That’s how much you care for me.” I pull on the chain around my neck, grasp the pendant he gave me.

  His gaze drops to the stone, his eyes glittering with pride, with possession. “That’s how much.”

  Does he love me? I don’t have the courage to ask. “I took this temporary position for you.” I’ve made sacrifices also.

  “You told me you took the position to protect Margaret.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m clever and resourceful.” I quote him. “I would have found another way to protect her.”

  “True.” Rob’s lips twitch.

  “I’m giving up my dignity for you, discarding my professional pride.” I won’t have him laugh at me. “I was a project manager, in demand, valued. Now everyone will view me as your brainless sex toy.”

  “No one would dare.” His eyes harden. “We are a team, as Grant and Powers are a team. They’ll respect you as they respect me.”

  Employees do respect Trella, Powers’ assistant. They fear her almost as much as they fear the CEO.

  I don’t like the idea of Rob having made a greater gesture of caring than I have. Even in this, I’m competitive. “I expect, eventually, if our relationship works, you’ll want me to give up my apartment too, trade my home for yours.”

  “Our relationship will work.” His fingers curl around my shoulders, his grip on me intensifying. “And I don’t expect anything. You can live wherever you like as long as it is close to me.”

  “What are you saying?” I narrow my eyes. “You don’t want me to live with you?”

  “I want that desp—”

  “You only want me to stay at your place when it’s convenient for you? Well, fuck you.” I wiggle. Rob won’t let me go. “It’s Sunday. I usually do laundry on Sundays. That makes going to your place tonight extremely inconvenient for me. I—”

  “Tomorrow, I’m hiring people to move the entire contents of your apartment into the penthouse.” He pulls me tighter to him. “There’s a washing machine and a dryer there. You can do your laundry at our place.”

  Our place. That sounds good.

  “You don’t have time to hire anyone.” My anger deflates. “You haven’t officially hired me.” I eye Rob. “Are you expecting me to arrange the movers also?”

  The bastard smiles.

  I shake my head. “You’re getting the better part of this deal.”

  “I am.”

  His smugness lightens my heart. He wants me to move in with him, to share his life. He was willing to walk away from his job for me. “Do you have any other secrets?”

  Rob’s gaze shifts to the left. “You need clothes for tomorrow. We’ll drop by your apartment, pick some up.”

  We’ll pick up clothes for a few days, not simply for tomorrow, but that’s not what I wish to discuss right now. He’s avoiding my question. I peel my sticky breasts away from his chest and sit, my ass perched on his rock hard abs. “What don’t I know?”

  “I can’t talk about it.”

  “You won’t talk about it,” I correct. “You can talk about anything with me. You know that.” I stand, fed up with his bullshit.

  Rob watches me gather my clothes. “I trust you with all of my secrets, Kirsten.”

  He trusts me with all of his secrets. This secret isn’t his. “Will this affect you and me, alter our relationship in any way, hurt me?” The last part is whispered.

  “No.” He leaps to his feet. “I would never hurt you.” He draws me against his warm naked body. “Never. If I thought this would harm you in any way, I’d tell you.”

  I lean against him, think about his words. “But this will alter our relationship.”

  Rob tilts his head to the left and to the right, as though debating with himself. “It could change our relationship, in a minor way,” he finally says. “It’s a situation I’m handling…with your help.”

  A situation—the assistant situation? “It’s now under control?” I probe.

  “Yeah.”

  He doesn’t have a hidden wife or a child. And this isn’t one of the dozen or more other heartbreaking possibilities I’ve imagined either. It’s a work issue and I excel at managing those. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” Rob gazes at me warily. “You aren’t pushing for more details?”

  “You won’t give them to me.” There’s no point. I suspect this concerns confidentiality and my honorable executives takes that seriously. “I’ll figure this secret out.”

  “You will.” His eyes glow with admiration. “By the end of tomorrow, I suspect you’ll know everything.”

  “I’ll know by noon.” I lift my chin, accepting the challenge.

  Rob laughs, his joy warming my soul.

  Chapter Seven

  Less than ten hours later, we’re back in the building. Rob holds my hand as we stride toward his office, making no secret of our relationship.

  Curious gazes track our progress. We’ll be the subjects of gossip. Everyone in the company will know we’re a couple by the end of the day.

  Good. The other women will leave Rob alone. I squeeze his hand. There will be no assistant-wannabes flashing their tits or grabbing his groin. They’ll keep their greedy hands away from my exec, knowing he’s now mine.

  Mrs. Bellows sits at her desk. A frown mars her pale face. Creases are etched between her gray eyebrows. She’s worried about something. Am I that something?

  As we approach, she turns her head, sees us and smiles. Tension eases from my shoulders. She isn’t upset with our relationship. Months ago, an employee dating an executive was considered taboo and some of the assistants don’t approve of the change. I was concerned she might be one of these women.

  “Mr. Reyes. Miss.” Mrs. Bellows, my friend, pauses, gazing at me, her forehead furrowing with thought. “Miss.”

  I stare at her. We’ve known each other for years. I attended her youngest granddaughter’s christening.

  And she’s forgotten my last name.

  “Miss Court,” Rob quietly supplies, acting as though this isn’t a strange occurrence at all. “Mrs. Bellows, may I see you in my office?” He opens the door. His hand remains in mine, communicating that I’ll be part of this meeting too.

  “Yes, sir.” She slips into the office, takes the guest chair farthest from the entrance.

  Rob releases me and I sit beside her. He claims his leather captain’s chair on the other side of the desk, the glimmer in his eyes belying the sternness of his expression.

  “How was your barbeque on Saturday?” he asks. “The weather was nice for it.”

  “The weather was perfect.” Mrs. Bellows beams. “The grandbabies were asking for both of you, wondering where their Uncle Robert and Aunt Kirsten were. I told them you were busy.” Her gaze slides to me. “And now I know why.”

  “Now you know.” Rob doesn’t contradict Mrs. Bellows’ false impression, doesn’t tell his assistant, my friend, that he had meetings all weekend. He allows her to think we spent the two days in bed.

  Not that his contradiction should be necessary. Mrs. Bellows sees his schedule. She should know we worked our asses off, living at the office.

  “Soon you’ll have much more time to spend with those grandbabies of yours.” Rob tilts his big body toward the older woman, his face soft with caring. “I don’t know what I’ll do without you, Margaret, when you retire. My days won’t be the same.”

  “I’ll miss you too, Robert.” She pats his hands. “We’ve been through some adventures, you and I.”

  “We have.” He covers her hands with his, his are tanned and coarse and large, hers are tiny, pale, delicate. “I’m counting on you to get me through this next one. We hav
e six months to prepare. Kirsten, our Miss Court.” Rob inclines his head toward me. “Is highly intelligent, as you well know, but it will still be a challenge to pass along your immense knowledge in that short time.”

  “We can do it.” Mrs. Bellows sticks out her chin mulishly.

  “We can,” I agree. I’ve never heard of such a long transition for an executive assistant position.

  “You will do your absolute best.” Rob turns his attention to me. “Kirsten, I expect you to shadow Margaret everywhere she goes. If she answers the phone, you listen to the conversation. If she walks to the break room, you follow her. You’ve often told me that Margaret is the best. Learn from her. Copy her. An executive couldn’t ask for more in an assistant.”

  Mrs. Bellows sits taller in her chair, pride fusing her spine straight.

  “And in a friend,” he adds gruffly. “Don’t forget about me after you retire, Margaret. I expect the barbeque invitations to continue for both of us. Though they’ll now be combined. Kirsten and I will be arriving as a couple.”

  Rob is wasting no time ensuring everyone knows this. His eagerness to claim me curls my toes, warms my heart.

  “I’ll ensure you receive one invitation.” Mrs. Bellows glows, appearing as pleased as I am with our couple status.

  “Good.” Rob uses one of my favorite responses. “You have quite a bit of training to do. I’ll allow the two of you to get started.”

  He’s dismissing us, the bastard. Rob catches my gaze as I’m leaving and grins. He’s being deliberately provoking, knowing I can’t say anything, can’t tell him off.

  And I love it. I love this mischievous side of him.

  Mrs. Bellows returns to her position in front of Rob’s office. I drag one of her guest chairs around the desk and sit beside her. “You’re fine with this? With me shadowing you?” If she isn’t, I’ll turn the job offer down. I won’t hurt my friend.

  “I’m thrilled you’ll be replacing me, Kirsten.” She gives me a side hug. “You’ll take good care of Mr. Reyes, make him happy.”

  “I’ll try.” I’ll protect him as best I can.

  Mrs. Bellows taps on her keyboard. The password prompt fills the screen. “Hmmm…” She stares at it, her fingers hovering over the keys.