Crave Me: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Amy Brent

  Brody had gone into the warehouse and Cody and I were outside. My plan could only work if all the pieces fell into place in just the right way. The blood diamonds found in Jason’s greedy little hands would put him behind bars, but it wouldn’t stop him from working behind the scenes to make the boy’s life a living hell.

  I made my own phone call and things were going to get interesting in a hurry. I had to have a few minutes and time was not a commodity that we had much of.

  “I’ve talked this over with Brody and we both want you to stay with us. We’ll keep the secret of you helping us in exchange for sex with you in various forms. I’m thinking maybe once a day at the very least and maybe once a week with all three of us together at the same time. Do you think that is something that you can live with?”

  “No…No I can’t.” The look of surprise on his face was priceless. “What I mean by that is that one time a week with the both of you is not nearly enough and once a day is not going to cut it. I’m going to need it a lot more than that and I only hope that you are up for the challenge.” I left him there and I went through the jimmied window and down into the bowels of Jason’s organization.

  I found his office and I heard mumbles coming from outside. I used the combination that Cody gave me. He apparently heard someone talk about it inside the prison walls. I opened the door and I slipped the blood diamonds in with one black bag and then the other black bag went in with it. I heard someone screaming for everybody to get down and there was the obvious gunfire that ensued.

  I kept down low and crawled out into the hall to make my way back down into the basement and away from the dangers of getting one between the eyes or in the back. I came out and found Cody with a hand to help me through the opening in the window.

  “I think that we did the right thing in giving Brody the chance to be the hero. He’ll inform those that are currently putting him into custody that he was responsible for bringing them to the party.” It wasn’t just the police that showed up, but it was also my good friend agent Grady and a platoon of black clad individuals in government issued vehicles. They would find one lone diamond worth in excess of 30 million dollars. With a sleight of hand behind the brothers back, I had taken that one diamond. Amazingly, it was going to come in handy to make this mess go away. I just couldn’t leave it there unattended. It was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

  “It’s unfortunate that he’s going to have to stay inside for a couple of hours to get things cleared up. They won’t believe him at first, but all the evidence will point to him giving the government and the authorities everything they want on a silver platter. They’ll find the blood diamonds, but also find the government jewels that I was entrusted with. That should keep Jason out of our lives permanently. Grady will put him into a dark hole and he will never see the light of day again.”

  It wasn’t long before we were at the front of the precinct to pick up Brody. He was in the process of doing some kind of press conference with the chief of police standing there proudly shaking his hand on behalf of the city.

  “I just want to say that it was my pleasure to help the police take down an organization that has been running amok for too long.” He was offered witness protection, but he had turned it down, as it was planned. We could disappear and that was exactly what we were going to do. I’d kept a couple of the blood diamonds and the boys even had a buyer that was willing to give us top dollar.

  A couple of days later and we were on a tropical beach with umbrella drinks. I turned to the both of them to see that their white pasty skin had turned bronzed. They weren’t as dark as I was, but they were coming along nicely.

  DADDY AND HIS BEST FRIEND

  CHAPTER 1

  Elle Marshall pulled up to the brick mansion with a sigh as she shut off the engine to her Range Rover. It was late but she’d almost rather of been home sleeping than trying to spice up her love life with Lance again. They were the same age-twenty-one-but Lance was every bit the college kid and still learning his way around the bedroom. He was used to quick fucks at a frat party or romps after a night of partying when he liked to call her and have her cum over for a quickie before he passed out for the evening.

  Case in point, tonight.

  She didn’t even want to spend the night. She had a better chance of having an orgasm at home with her vibrators. Elle certainly had the fantasy in her older but very sexy stepfather, Nolan James. He was coming up on forty, but he took very good care of himself and looked years younger. Elle was

  lucky that he’d let her stay at the house after her mom had passed away after a sudden car accident three years ago. They’d been married for seven years, and Nolan had pulled them out of a dangerous place, living in the wrong part of Seattle in an apartment as her mom Breanne worked two jobs to keep their heads above water.

  Elle’s father had left when she was just four years old without a trace or any sign of a child support check. Breanne had gotten a few jobs and taken the help from friends with her small daughter, and Elle had nothing but gratitude for her. She loved Breanne, and her death had been devastating, but she had Nolan to thank for taking her in and treating her the same as he always had.

  She’d like to thank him in many ways for that. Elle had seen some of the women that he’d started dating, for lack of a better term. She’d heard some of the sounds coming from the den on nights when she was coming home late, and they made her unsatisfied pussy heat right up again. It led to many nights with her hands and toys trying to scratch the itch and Elle knew that she was in for another night.

  She’d had some hot one night stands that didn’t lead to anything else going to bars and clubs. Perhaps she was too young, or they didn’t appreciate her curvier build, but Elle had fond memories of those few nights. She’d experienced everything: being tied up, spanked and flogged, some of the hardest sex to date and even a three-way one night. That was the best, but she knew that it didn’t happen on the regular.

  Elle got out and closed the door to the car before she walked up to the door and unlocked it with her key. It was after three, but there were still some lights on in the lower floor and the sound of the television from the den as she paused. Porn. Nolan loved a good porn, and she listened for a moment as a woman screamed and another cried out within the room. “Lucky girl. At least she’s coming tonight.”

  She headed upstairs to her room that took up most of the second floor. It had a balcony that overlooked the bay and the best bathroom that money could buy, but Nolan was wealthy from his investments in businesses all over the Northern end of the United States. He had a few houses in some of the best vacation spots all over the world.

  That didn’t matter to Elle. What mattered is that she’d been fantasizing about him since she was around sixteen and after her mom had passed away, she was exposed to another side of Nolan that only fueled her desires.

  He didn’t date right away, that she could give him credit for. He didn’t take the marriage lightly, but Elle knew that her mother enjoyed a good night of wild sex as much as her daughter. They had a natural attraction, and her mom was beautiful and judging from the sounds that Elle had heard over the last few years, her handsome stepfather had an enormous cock. Elle closed her door and dropped her purse on the dresser before she slipped off her heels.

  What a waste it was to leave at all. She’d been involved in a new movie on her television when Lance called and wanted her to stop by his apartment and Elle had hope that he’d figure out what he was doing, so she gave him the benefit of the doubt.

  Lance didn’t even attempt foreplay. He’d never gone down on her and barely fingered her most of the time. He just got her wet enough to shove his mediocre dick inside of her until he came after a few thrusts. It didn’t even matter if he was drunk or sober; it was always so fast, and she had yet to have her release with him. Elle knew that she couldn’t deal with it much longer, and she found something on late night cable that she used as she massaged her clit with the fastest setting on her
vibrator as she closed her eyes and imagined Nolan pounding into her, with her feet on his shoulders as he ruined her hungry pussy. She wanted that so bad, and she grabbed the one that would massage her and go deep inside as she furthered the fantasy to where she was on her knees and he was behind her. His hands were slapping her ass, and his cock was so deep inside of her that it almost hurt even as she screamed for more.

  Elle came as she heard the woman on the show crying out and she bit her lip as images played through her mind in vibrant color. Her body jerked forward as she came hard and long and she kept her Dido inside of her as she just kept going. Elle dropped her hand as the toy slid out of her slick heat and she panted as she fell back onto the pillow. That was fucking intense but she wanted the real thing, and she opened her blurry eyes as she took another breath.

  Elle left the bed and walked into her bathroom to slide on a dress so she could walk outside. She didn’t worry a lot about being seen since their house was relatively private but she should at least be dressed. Elle walked out on the balcony and inhaled the fresh air as she looked over the ripples over the water of the bay. The moon was bright tonight, and she gazed at the reflection on the water as her pussy continued to pulse.

  She heard grunts below her and sighed as she listened to Nolan fuck his woman of the night. He was relentless, and she closed her eyes as she imagined herself underneath him down on the patio, or on her knees in front of him. She’d take anything.

  Elle listened to all of it and even got herself off all over again as she dropped into one of her chairs and played with her sensitive clit. When they got rougher, she slipped her fingers inside of herself and fucked to their rhythm as she bit her lip to keep herself quiet.

  She closed her eyes and decided that things were going to change. She wasn’t going to keep spinning her wheels with Lance and find a man that could give her what she wanted. Since it was summer and she didn’t have her final year at the university for a month and a half. It was time to recreate herself into the woman that she knew she was inside.

  Elle woke up an hour later when she got cold and walked inside to curl up under the covers and sleep the day away.

  CHAPTER 2

  The next day, Elle woke up in time to start dinner since their chef was on vacation. Nolan was at work until all hours, but she’d take the chance and see if he’d be there. Later that night, Elle was going to dress up and go to a club and get what she craved.

  She was just finishing the shrimp Alfredo when Elle heard the garage. She pulled out some lettuce and vegetables for a salad and heard the door open as she glanced up. “That smells good, Elle. Thanks.”

  “I figured I’m home so why not? How was work?” Elle asked him as she tossed everything in the bowl and smiled as she felt his eyes on her ass. She’d worn the cutoff shorts on purpose, and the little tank top didn’t hide her generous breasts at all. It didn’t hurt to tease, right? This wasn’t much different than what she’d be wearing tonight so she should get comfortable with her new self.

  “Some exciting new prospects are happening that might end in a nice payday. Want to go to the house in Belize before school starts?” Nolan asked her as she looked into his mesmerizing blue eyes and nodded. “So, do you have a date with Lance tonight? Is that what those shorts are for?”

  Elle laughed and carried the salad to the table that overlooked the water. “Lance is a child, Nolan. I think that it’s time to move on.”

  “Does he know that you’re going to rip his heart out?” Nolan followed her with the pasta before she passed him to get some plates and silverware.

  “I doubt he’ll miss me,” Elle mused as she watched him grab a bottle of wine from the fridge and some glasses.

  They sat down to eat, and she took in his wavy brown hair that complimented his eyes and olive skin. She wouldn’t even think about his abs underneath the shirt and tie that he was wearing or those toned legs that she wanted all over her. Nolan was the best looking man that Elle had ever seen, and she blushed as he raised his eyes to meet her gaze. “What’s on your mind, Elle?”

  She brushed her light Blondie hair over her shoulder and giggled before she sipped her wine. “You look good today.” He raised an eyebrow and speared a piece of shrimp before eating it.

  “You do as well. You should show off your body more, Elle. The curves are sexy.”

  “I will take that into consideration, sir,” she told him with a wink as he shook his head.

  Elle had been dressing relatively conservative the last few years, probably because her mom urged her to. The nights that she’d had the one night stands were ones that she was more aggressive towards men and begged them for everything that she wanted. They gave it to her and with the little black dress that she was wearing tonight, Elle figured it wouldn’t be difficult. “That sounds dangerous.” She winked at him. Nolan shook his head before he sipped the wine and took a big bite of salad. “To be young again.”

  “You talk like you’re old. Have you seen yourself? I’d give you thirty at best, Nolan. I think you get plenty of action,” Elle told him as something darkened in his eyes. She decided to press it. “This house is big, but not that big.” It was easy to find him when she wanted to listen, and he took a deep breath.

  “A girl like you doesn’t need to be listening to people, Elle. I’m dark…I don’t think you’re ready for that. The women I bring here are older, more experienced. Stay young as long as you can.” His face was set into a frown as he looked at her and shook his head. “Maybe you shouldn’t dress like that. You might get more than you bargained for.”

  “I’m twenty-one, Nolan. Not sixteen,” she reminded him, and he nodded. “I am a big girl now.”

  She thought that she heard him mutter something to the effect of ‘don’t I know it’ but wasn’t sure. Elle took a long sip of wine and tried to calm her raging hormones as she forced herself to get some food into her stomach. She’d need it because she was going to drink a lot tonight and let loose, particularly after this conversation. Elle cleaned up as Nolan disappeared into his home office on the first floor and loaded the dishwasher before she went to dress for the night. She did a smoky eye look that made her light green eyes pop as she added a few coats of mascara. Her face was shimmering with a pretty highlighter before Elle carefully slid on the dress. It was clingy and tight with a plunging neckline that she added a large fake diamond to bring even more attention to her cleavage. Elle spun around in front of the mirror before she naughtily considered asking Nolan what he thought of her outfit.

  Elle slid her feet into some heels and slipped her phone and some cash into her purse before she sent away for a car. There was no chance of her driving tonight and she got the time of arrival and checked her face one more time.

  The text from Lance would go unreturned tonight. He could find another woman to bore, for all she cared.

  The house was quiet when she left, and Elle assumed that Nolan was out for the evening. Perhaps she shouldn’t have revealed that she’d heard him with the women since that might have ruined her fun. She walked down the driveway and unlocked the gate to get to the curb to meet the car just as a little Prius pulled up. “Where are you headed?” The girl asked as she looked over Elle’s outfit with a long look.

  “Club Jade,” Elle told her as she watched the driver punch the name into her navigation and wait a second. It was in Seattle and would be expensive, but money was no object thanks to her step daddy. Elle wasn’t quite ready for a full BDSM club, but this was one that provided a lot of room for dancing, be it on the floor or more on display. After a few drinks, Elle was aiming for the latter. She enjoyed the ride as the driver made small talk with her and smiled when she was told to have a great time as she got out of the car.

  Elle paid the cover and walked through the room to one of the bars as the heavy beat pulsed around her. She ordered a cosmopolitan and glanced around to see that the dance floor was crowded with men and women, both straight and gay from the looks of things. Some of the
women danced alone in cages or on lifted levels, and Elle watched as she slid a bill across the bar. They were sexy, and she tossed back the drink as she vowed to be better than all of them.

  A few drinks later and Elle was feeling no pain. She started dancing in an empty cage, but that wasn’t enough for the newer bolder her. She picked a long table and climbed on top of it before she started to move her hips to the slow beat as heat flooded her veins. This place had a great vibe, almost like a strip club with the way some of the girls were dressed and moving to the beat. Elle leaned her head back as some of the comments reached her from the voyeurs that were standing below.

  Hands touched her calves as she dropped her hips down and smiled. This was what she wanted: to be touched. She wanted to be taken hard and fast, and she licked her lips as she spun around and took a look at the crowd.

  Young, young, young and too young. She wanted a man tonight. Elle let her eyes pass over the faces of the people her age and they rested on a chiseled face that looked a little familiar. The light was spotty, but he had cropped dirty Blondie hair and what looked like darker eyes that were eating her up as she moved. Elle knew that hadn’t fucked him-her one night stands were not nearly this gorgeous-but she wouldn’t mind changing that tonight.

  She slipped off of the table and made her way to the bar for some more liquid courage. Elle ordered and wasn’t surprised when she was told that the drinks were taken care of. She also wasn’t stupid, and she made sure that they were handed right to her before she drank them down and headed back towards the table. The room was blurry, and she stumbled as arms caught her. “Feeling good tonight, beautiful?” She looked, and it was the older man from before and fuck was he gorgeous. Still familiar but her mind wasn’t clear enough to think too hard about it. “You look good.”