The Boss Duet Box Set

by Logan Chance

  “Anything.”

  “Does he touch you as good as I did?” My eyes widened. He inched even closer, and his hot breath fanned against my lips. I wanted to reach out, to taste him.

  I knew the answer, yet my mouth couldn’t form the words. “I..I..” I fumbled.

  “Answer me,” he screamed, jolting me in my spot.

  “No,” I yelled.

  He moved his lips closer to my ear, and the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck rose. Even they were drawn to him. “Tell me,” chills skated down my back as I felt every breath he exhaled, “did he fuck you as good as I did?”

  I tried to back away to search his eyes, because, surely, he must be joking. He wrapped his fingers around my neck, holding me in place.

  His lips touched the sensitive skin just below my ear as he growled out his next words, “You still want me, admit it. You still want my cock buried deep inside you.”

  I did. But, more than anything, I wanted him. His dirty words, his passion, his lust for me. His fingers dug into my skin as his lips sucked along my neck. “Theo,” I choked out.

  “No, you’re not allowed to speak now. Penny, you’re engaged. My cock is off limits to your pussy. Do you realize that?” He whispered in my ear, “What about your mouth, Penny? Tell me you want me to fuck your mouth like I did your cunt.” Wetness pooled between my legs, soaking my panties. Even though he probably hated me, even though I was engaged, even though I shouldn’t, I whispered back, “I want it.”

  Because I did. I had never wanted a man like I wanted Theo. And never would. As soon as he heard the words his teeth sank into my skin, and my nipples hardened against the cotton of my dress.

  “You want to suck my dick, don’t you? Fuck, Penny, what makes you think I even want you?”

  His fingers released their hold and he sat back. His mussed-up hair hung in his eyes, and I raised my hand to touch him.

  He grabbed my wrist before I could reach his face. “Don’t.”

  “Theo, I’m sorry.”

  He released my hand, and the sound of his zipper drew my eyes to his lap.

  “Make it up to me then,” he whispered as his head fell back against the seat. His eyes closed as he pulled his cock out of his pants.

  Hard, glorious, and once all mine. I missed it, craved it, and I’d do anything to make it up to him. My feelings for him were fierce, and I wanted to please him.

  With eyes closed, he fisted his hand into my long hair and bent me toward him. “Suck it, Penny. Take it deep down your throat. Make me come.” His breathy voice made my mouth water as I lowered my head and saw the drop of precum glistening from the tip of his strong, hard cock.

  I stuck out my tongue and swiped at the tip of his dick.

  He moaned as he pushed my head down. “That’s right, baby. Suck it. Make me remember how it felt to fuck you. Grab my balls, rub them. Fuck.”

  The thought he would eventually forget me made my resolve stronger to not let that happen. This would be the best blow job of his life. Fondling his balls, I glanced up and saw his mouth part, his tongue dashing out to coat his lips.

  “Yeah, now lick ‘em. Make it good.”

  You bet I would. Images of other women giving him pleasure, making him moan, made my heart ache. He groaned as I licked all over, going one step further and gently sucking them into my mouth, trying my best to please him.

  “Start at the bottom, and lick to the tip. Fuck, Penny, I want to fuck your mouth and feel like it’s your pussy I’m fucking.”

  Oh god. My heart raced and my eyes closed as I followed his commands. I loved the taste of him. When I reached the top, his grip in my hair tightened. “Open your mouth wide. Take my cock in your mouth and suck, baby. Suck my cock like you still own it.”

  Past tense. No. Don't you dare let anyone have you, my mind screamed. I owned his cock. Giving one last glance up to him, before I showed him exactly who it belonged to, his eyes suddenly opened and met mine. The desire pooling there made my core tighten and my thighs clench together.

  I licked my lips as his eyes fell closed, shutting me out again. Opening my mouth, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked.

  He pushed my head, and I took him deeper into my mouth. “That’s right take me deep down your throat. You fucking ruined me, Penny. You need to keep sucking. Make me forget.”

  The velvety skin of his cock felt smooth along my tongue as each time I reached the tip, I swirled it across.

  “Suck harder.” He groaned when I followed my mouth up his cock with my hand. “Ah, god, your mouth is hot like your pussy. Yeah, slide up and down like you did when you were riding my cock. Make me come.”

  His breathing picked up as my cheeks hollowed, sucking him as deep as I could. Theo was large. Alright, huge. And I prayed my gag reflex didn't kick in. That would be a strike against me in the memory department.

  “Touch yourself, Penny. Touch that sweet pussy. Show me who it belongs to.”

  His dirty words drove me mad with need for him. Hiking up my dress, I pressed my fingers against my clit. I was soaked for him. With one hand around him and another slowly sliding into me, I sucked harder.

  “How wet are you? Cover my cock in it. I want you to know what us fucking tastes like.” His grip tightened in my hair making my scalp sting. “Fuck, suck me. Make it as tight as your greedy little cunt. Oh damn, suck my cock deep down your throat.”

  I coated his cock with my wetness and continued sucking. Returning my fingers to my clit, I circled faster. My orgasm loomed, almost within reach. The way Theo spoke to me turned me on, and I would never get enough. Selfish and greedy when it came to him, I would always want more and more. His fingers twined in my hair as he pumped his hips, fucking my mouth.

  “Damn, I’m imagining your mouth is your wet pussy. Do you want me to fuck you, Penny?”

  I moaned against his cock. God, I wanted it. More than anything. I wanted to feel him inside me again, to see the look on his face when he felt my orgasm. He pulled my head up, and I lost the prize-winning suction I had on him. With a loud pop echoing throughout the car, I gazed into his hooded eyes.

  “Do you want me to own you?”

  “Yes, please,” I plead.

  “Too fucking bad.”

  I woke up in a frenzy as the sun streamed through the window. Fuck. My heart thrummed in my chest as I closed my eyes and tried to return to the dream involving Theo. I wanted to go back and change the outcome. Make him not hate me. In every dream, I would chase after him, and each time he pushed me away. In reality, it didn’t happen that way at all. I was a coward when Theo rushed out of the Hard Rock. I didn’t chase after him. Only in my dreams.

  He’d been the star of my dreams for the past three weeks. Theo, The Lord of My Nightmares. Because that’s what this was, a nightmare. Ever since the night I accepted my father’s deal.

  The night I sold my soul to the devil.

  TWO

  THEO

  Life was best lived by the happy.

  Empty pizza boxes littered my coffee table. Half-eaten Thai take-out containers saddled alongside as well. Thank god for takeout. Because that’s what you do when your world crashes down around you. You don’t cook and clean. No one does that. Instead, you mindlessly order takeout and let the shit pile up around you. I had this down to a science. Order. Eat. Repeat. Amidst all the shit were the pages of the one hundred and fifty-two-page contract, haphazardly strewn around, decorating the living room floors. I’d read the document over and over trying to figure a way out from under Pardo’s wicked ways and the agreement I had signed. I was a fool but at least I was a good looking one. Too bad Penny didn’t give a fuck. Apparently, she preferred money over looks. Stupidity over brains. A puny prick over my big cock.

  It’d been three weeks since our meeting at the Hard Rock. Three long weeks I spent holed up in my condo only surfacing for air occasionally to take my daughter to dinner. I liked to think of it as hermiting. Blair had been understanding. She knew I was going through so
mething and didn’t bother with questions, which I appreciated.

  The last page bearing my signature clung to the cotton of my Deadpool t-shirt. I crumbled it in my hands and flung it toward the TV. Netflix asked if I still wanted to watch whatever program was playing on loop. I lost track of time and my remote—buried somewhere deep within the shit pile. I had no idea what even played on the TV, anyways. Arrested Development? Or was it Family Guy? Either way, I grabbed the Xbox controller, clicking the yes icon, to return to the show. At least Netflix cared enough to ask me what I wanted to do. Unlike Penny, who didn’t give a thought to my feelings.

  Despair washed over me when my mind drifted to her once again. Her sweet taste. Her intoxicating eyes. The way she beamed at her fiance. All the fight in me left as I remembered her face when her father announced she was engaged.

  As the sound of the theme music for How I Met Your Mother played through the sound system, I bolted into an upright position. Time was a foreign concept. My fuzzy eyes took in the disarray of my condo.

  How long have I been here?

  What day is it?

  I glared at my phone, noticing the date and time. A new email pinged on my phone. As I stared down at the sender, my heart constricted.

  Still a part owner of Lopa, Penny sent me weekly emails. None of them ever ended the way I wanted, though. With the words, I’m sorry. Instead, the emails were filled with Profit and Loss reports, inventory reports, and other mundane things I no longer cared to read. I clicked the email open, and for once something other than the normal hogwash of nonsense was there. A note:

  Theo,

  I hope you are well. We’re in a predicament at Lopa. Both Henry and Seth have moved onto other jobs and I am down two bartenders. I have no time to hire anyone right now and wondered since you know how to bartend, if you’d be willing to help out until I can find someone new to replace them?

  Thanks,

  Always,

  Penelope

  The harsh glare of the email blinded me in the soft light of my condo.

  Always, Penelope.

  Yeah, right. Someone needed to clue Penny into what always meant. Her definition wasn’t the same as mine apparently, considering one day later she was engaged to Dex. After rereading it again, and again, I finally decided to call Lopa.

  On the second ring, Fiona’s familiar voice answered, doing the usual spiel for all callers.

  “Fiona, it’s me Theo. Can I speak to Penny?” I ran a hand across my beard as I stood from the couch.

  “Hi, Theo. Sure, please hold.” Connected to the hold button, I listened to the soft elevator music play through my phone.

  One of my worst ideas. I should hang up. Before I could do anything of the sort, Penny’s cute voice filled my ears.

  “Theo, thank you for calling me.” A hint of desperation echoed through her voice.

  “Hello, Penny,” I clipped, devoid of emotion.

  “Right, I’ll get to the point. I need you. I’m down two bartenders.”

  “Yes, I read your email, obviously. When should I come in?” I snapped, unable to remain professional. My anger kicked up and my neck heated.

  “Tomorrow.” She hesitated before speaking again, “Oh, and, Theo, can we talk for a second? I wanted to apologize for the way my fath…”

  I cut in, “Save it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I ended the call with a brutal blow of my finger pounding the glass of my phone.

  Tossing the phone onto the floor, I sank back down onto the couch to watch Barney deliver another perfect line as he tried to pick up yet another woman. He reminded me of myself. Why couldn’t I go back to this lifestyle? Why couldn’t I head out to a club and find someone to take away the pain?

  It wasn’t the answer, and I damn well knew better. That’s why, I flicked the TV off and headed to take a shower.

  While the hot water massaged my muscles, my mind filled with images of Penny and Dex walking into the Hard Rock. Dex’s arm around her waist. Penny standing there and not offering an explanation.

  “Fuck.” I slammed my hand flat against the tile of the shower. Anger flared through my body, the scalding temperature of the water only igniting the flame. How would I get through one day working side by side with her? Why did I care if she needed help? I should have left her to deal with it on her own, like she left me.

  After I dried my body, I wrapped the white towel around my waist and headed into my bedroom. Grabbing a pen and paper, I decided to do what I do best.

  Ways to get through the work day

  Remain professional

  Don’t look at Penny

  Don’t talk to her

  Don’t under any circumstances smell her

  Just don’t fucking breathe

  The morning smell of fresh rain and salty surf overtook me as I left my apartment and headed to Lopa.

  I tampered down most of my ability to feel and was pretty confident I’d make it through the day. After all, I always succeeded at what I set out to do. Unless you count falling for a woman who was now engaged to my brother. I parked and said a silent Hail Mary to myself. Please let her have grown ugly in the past few weeks.

  She hadn’t. Her smiling face greeted me as I stepped inside. Our eyes met, briefly, before I noticed the new umbrellas swaying slightly in the breeze on the back deck.

  My eyes flitted to a small wooden stage in the corner, and I thumbed in that direction. “Who plays there?”

  “A few local bands. Great idea, isn’t it?” Penny beamed as she came toward me, her long legs taking each step slower than the last.

  “Pfft.” I shrugged my shoulders and crossed my arms.

  She ran a hand down the jacket of her business suit. Her pink tipped nails glistened in the morning sun against the white of her jacket. Those nails had scratched down my back the day before she got engaged to my fuckhead brother.

  “It drums up quite the crowd.” She was nervous as a slight tremble in her voice gave her away.

  “Nice rock,” I said, glancing at the shimmery diamond resting on her finger. “Now, where do you want me?”

  Her copper-colored eyes widened as she choked back a cough. She shook her long sun-kissed tresses as she waved a hand to the bar. “After you, Lord of the Alcohol.”

  I grinned, slightly, and made my way to my new home behind the bar with my old liquor friends. Each bottle a reminder of a path I didn’t want to travel down.

  Once the doors opened, the crowd filtered in. A few locals, and many vacationers, occupied my bar, and kept me busy, while I mindlessly served drinks. I was such a dumbass for agreeing to help. Hopefully she’d hire someone soon, so I could get back to my comforting couch.

  THREE

  PENNY

  The Lord of the Alcohol intoxicated my veins

  His movements were swift, calculated, and controlled as he maneuvered behind the bar, pouring liquor like a pro. Sitting on the patio, I tried not to stare. Impossible. My eyes kept going back to his sexy self instead of the front door where Dex would be entering soon. Too bad I couldn’t lock the door and hide away inside the Lopa forever. I shook my head as I glared down to the sizeable diamond ring on my left finger. A token of his love he’d called it. More like a prison. A reminder of my betrothal. Theo was right about it being a rock. My hand felt heavy and weighted down with all the secrets.

  I stared at the same sentence I read over and over for the past hour. The report I had been working on needed to be handed into my father at the end of today, but I couldn’t focus. Having Theo here had my body on edge. Grabbing the paper and my coffee, I headed into the back office to try to get some work done.

  You can never let Theo know any of it.

  I wanted to spill my guts to Theo, but I had big reasons not to. My mind wandered back to the day I met with my father at his office.

  The day after Theo and I made love. The evil games my father and Dex played that day would never be forgotten by me.

  “Knock, knock, here comes the cock.” Dex’s idea
of a joke made my insides churn. Such crass humor, and most times I pretended not to hear him. He pushed his way inside the tiny office as I finished off the report.

  “Hi,” I quipped.

  “Ready?” His tall, burly frame overpowered the office, and I rose from the chair.

  “Let me grab my things, I’ll meet you out front.”

  “Sure. I see Theo is enjoying himself behind the bar.”

  My hair fell over my shoulders as I glanced up to him. “Yes, he is.” Leave.

  I wanted to banish the name Theo from his vocabulary, never to be uttered again.

  I always needed a moment to collect myself before spending time with Dex. We were having dinner with his mother, who I adored, and again my thoughts drifted to Theo. I learned a great deal about him once I found out they were brothers. In some weird way, it made me feel connected to Theo to hear her tell stories about their childhood. She loved her boys, so I had questioned her endlessly under the guise of wanting to know about Dex. Clearly, she didn’t realize what an asshole her other child had become, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her.

  “Alright, I’ll be out front. Hurry up.”

  My spine stiffened at his rudeness. I nodded at his words and grabbed the report in my hand. One quick stop to my father’s high-rise office and I could hand deliver the update on his newest acquisition.

  As I grabbed my briefcase off the floor, Theo stepped into the office. His dark eyes lit up when they landed on me. His hair was longer than I remembered and his beard looked fuller. “Penny, I won’t be in tomorrow. But, I can come back the next day. How close are you to finding someone?”

  Shit. I hoped he wouldn’t ask me that question. Truth of the matter? I hadn’t even looked. Didn't plan on it. I missed him, and as selfish as it made me, I wanted him here. “I’m sure I’ll find someone soon,” I lied. “I know how much you hate hard work.”