Her Top Dog: An Alpha Man Workplace Romance (Rescue Me Book 2)

by Katana Collins

  “I will be sending out new guidelines that I expect you all to follow to the letter. Do I make myself clear?” Everyone around the table nodded in agreement… except me. “In the coming weeks, Richard, the executive producers, and I will be making tough decisions about which shows will be renewed for another season and which shows will be cancelled. Your ratings are good, but I need to see that you can clean up your act a bit before this show truly gets my blessing to continue.”

  She paced the room, heels clicking dramatically against the marble floor, and all I could think of was the crush I had on my third-grade teacher who always wore heels at school… every day.

  Harley gave another yip as Nina paused, standing right next to her. Her harsh demeanor broke, if only for a second, and as she looked down at my dog, she paused and bent to pet her. Harley, the traitor, snuggled and licked Nina’s hand. “Your dog seems to agree. But do you think you can manage that… Sam?”

  I rose my eyes to meet hers. They were darker today, reflecting that deep purple of her dress and creating more of a lavender shade than I remembered them being last week. Sam. She called me Sam… not Mr. Murphy. What was that? An act of defiance? Flexing her muscles around me?

  The fact of the matter was, if our show got canceled, I had no doubt that another network would scoop us up immediately. We were that profitable. Richard knew it. And she knew it. She couldn’t cancel us and still have a job.

  So, I smirked. “Yes, Ms. Miller. I think we can manage that.”

  Chapter 4

  Nina

  My heart pounded the moment I saw Sam. What the hell was it about that guy that had me so worked up?

  I knew what—he challenged me. He didn’t just let me steal the Alpha title and hold onto it. He fought me for it. And it was sexy as hell.

  My pulse raced as I finished up my last meeting of the day and slid into my office, unbuttoning the top button of my blouse.

  I was overheating, flushed, and just a little sweaty despite the fact that the cool air conditioning had kicked on overhead. Boxes still surrounded me, and I had yet to unpack my office and make it my own.

  My office door was ajar, and outside of it, there was a giggle that I recognized as my new assistant’s. I hated to be a ballbuster on my first day, but taking personal calls while on the clock was not something I’d tolerate—especially not personal calls that sounded like flirting.

  I headed toward the door, ready to give her a warning, when through the few inches that it was open, I saw Sam Murphy, standing in front of my very young, very cute receptionist.

  My heart plummeted in my chest as I watched them talk. She twirled her blond hair between two bubblegum-pink manicured nails. “I’m sorry, Ms. Miller is booked today and all week. She doesn’t have availability for an appointment until next week—”

  “Come on,” Sam prodded with a grin. “You can’t find a space? For me?”

  Again, the giggle.

  I clamped my eyes shut. It wasn’t her fault that she had a giggle. Or that she was perky and young and cute. You’re not an old maid yet! I could hear Missy saying to me. But if age was a state of mind, I was 29 going on 80.

  With a deep breath, I pushed the door open, revealing myself to them. My assistant—whose name I hadn’t quite learned yet—jumped, quickly unraveling her hair from her fingers. “Ms. Miller! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. I was just telling Sam that you don’t have any availability—”

  “Don’t worry…” I looked at her until she filled in the blank.

  “Sarah,” she said.

  “Sarah,” I repeated. “I have a few minutes now that I could see him if this can’t wait.”

  While Sarah seemed a nervous wreck at my entrance, Sam was quite the opposite. Cool in demeanor, he stood taller with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants studying my interaction with Sarah closely.

  “I’d rather it didn’t wait,” he said and, not waiting for me to invite him in, simply strolled past me into my office.

  I ignored my urge to roll my eyes and instead, gave Sarah the warmest smile I could. “Why don’t you head home for the night?” It was only ten minutes before quitting time, but her face lit up like I had just told her to go home at lunch. She was on her feet and out the door before I could shut the door behind me.

  Sam circled my office, pausing to look at my framed degrees and awards, not yet hung on the wall. Then, he moved on to glance through some of my framed pictures—the only things I had managed to find a place for on this busy day. “There’s no picture of a boyfriend?”

  “Can’t have a picture of that which doesn’t exist.”

  “Hm.”

  Hm? That’s all I get? I sighed and stomped over to stand in front of him in an effort to get this over with. “Well? What is so urgent?”

  “I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he said.

  Wrong foot? Okay, Captain Obvious from the seaship, Duh. I huffed a laugh and crossed my arms.

  “I know the other night, filming the show, we embarrassed you—”

  “You think I’m being hard on your show because I’m embarrassed?” This. Fucking. Man. I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts. Because, isn’t that always what we had to do? Us women in power? We could never be the brash one who stormed into an office and demanded a meeting when there wasn’t one available… not without the men in the office taking bets on when our period starts. “It is my job to ensure that the network stays profitable and avoids a lawsuit. I’m sorry to apparently be the first person in your short career on television to tell you that you and your show are liabilities.”

  He pointed at me, a smug, yet angry grin tipping his mouth, and I noticed the tiniest scar at the corner on the left side. “That. That right there. ‘You and your show.’ You’re specifically bringing me into this battle when there are three other men doing exactly the same thing as me on network TV. Yet, you’re making this fight about you and me, specifically. Don’t stand there and tell me this isn’t personal, it’s business. I see right through that bullshit… Ms. Miller.” He spat my formal name back at me like an insult. And yet, hearing it like that created a flight of butterflies in my belly. I squeezed my thighs together as the ache there grew.

  I stepped closer to him, thanking God for my three-inch heels, because otherwise, I barely would have hit his shoulder height with my forehead. At least now I was almost nose to nose with him… if I stood tall and tilted my chin up. “Your brothers didn’t undermine me in the middle of my first meeting. Your brothers didn’t show up at my dinner and interrupt a private meal—

  “Don’t you mean your ‘date’?” He threw air quotes around the word, and I swear to God if we didn’t have to work together in this office, I might have slapped him. Or kissed him.

  “Your brothers,” I reiterated, “aren’t cocky bastards.”

  “Ha!” he threw his head back in laughter. “You clearly don’t know them well yet. Besides…” I didn’t think it was possible for him to step closer to me, yet he did. His broad chest was so close to mine that with each heavy breath, my nipples were nearly brushing his. Awareness buzzed between our bodies, so alive that it felt like the particles in the air were vibrating. “I think you like it. I think you like that I’m a cocky bastard.” His voice was irresistibly warm, and his gaze dropped briefly, skimming down my body before snapping back up to meet my eyes. That gaze of his was so visceral, it might as well have been his hand sliding down over my flesh.

  How did he know that? Could he tell that goosebumps raised on my skin every time I was close to him? Could he sense the fact that I had touched myself all weekend with thoughts of his face between my legs? Could he tell that my breasts were heavy with arousal, nipples so hard I could feel them pressing painfully against the material of my shirt?

  A shiver rocked my spine even though I wasn’t the least bit chilly. My eyes settled on his mouth, full and wet, and I was transfixed as his tongue slipped out and slicked across that bottom lip. Dammit, why did he hav
e to be so fucking sexy? “Mr. Murphy,” I finally managed to say. Sadly, it wasn’t as forceful and harrowing as I had hoped it would be, and his name was a mere pant in my voice. I had to clear my throat before continuing. “You are the most incorrigible, frustrating—”

  But before I could finish, his mouth was on mine, ravaging me. His hand cupped my jaw, thumb stroking my cheekbone as his tongue coaxed my lips to open for him… and they hungrily complied. I was rewarded with his groan as he slid his tongue into my mouth.

  The kiss was good. So fucking good that it was damn near perfect.

  His hand wrapped around my hair, tugging my neck back, and the sensation had a direct line to my core. I wanted his hands clutching every inch of my body. Gripping me hard, thrusting, pinching.

  My skin was on fire, straining and hot for every inch Sam had to give me. The only way to extinguish those flames was for Sam to slam deep inside of me and thrust until we both forgot that we were here in my office—our office—literally my first day on the job.

  He palmed my breast and grunted as he tore his mouth away from mine. “Fuck, Nina,” he growled. “Safe word. Give me your safe word now.”

  I blinked rapidly. This wasn’t typically how things were done. There was usually discussions and contracts and limits set. But lust took over reasonability, and on an exhale, I answered him. “Jitterbug.”

  He smirked and pinched my nipple. “Jitterbug,” he repeated, gliding his hands down to my waist, he spun me quickly so that I was no longer facing him. “Hands on your desk,” he demanded. “Don’t even think about moving them. Not for a fucking second.”

  His hand settled between my shoulder blades as he pushed me further over my desk. Yes. I wanted to be fucked like the dirty girl I was, right here in my new office, on my new desk.

  With his knee, he nudged my legs further apart, but my tight skirt didn’t allow much space for spread. I peeked over my shoulder at him and I swear to god, my sex quivered, actually quivered, as he slowly sunk to his knees between my thighs.

  “Why did you wear this dress today?” he growled behind me, his hands slowly skimming up my legs, beginning with my calves, until they were pushing my dress up above my hips, exposing me—completely pantyless—to him.

  I felt the cool air brush against my bare pussy, and his small intake of air—one might even call it a gasp—was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

  His hand smacked my ass and I jerked, fluid rushing between my legs with the stinging jolt to my flesh. I moaned, aching to catch a glimpse of the red mark on my backside. “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “I-I wanted you to notice me. I wanted to look sexy for you,” I admitted. “And I imagined you fucking me in it.”

  He hissed an approval. “You didn’t wear panties,” he growled. “With every step you took, did your pussy drip down these gorgeous thighs as you imagined me fucking you?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Another smack, this time to the other side, and my cheek jerked against the cool desk where my face was pressed.

  “How do you address me, Ms. Miller?”

  I swallowed against the lump sticking at the back of my throat. “Yes, Mr. Murphy,” I sighed, my voice muffled, pressed against the desk.

  I felt his hand skim higher on the inside of my thigh until he was brushing his fingers against my pussy. I was hot, swollen, wet, and aching for more. “Look at me, Nina,” he said.

  I did as he asked, peeking at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to eat this beautiful pussy, then fuck you hard.”

  A shudder tumbled down my spine, and I pushed my ass closer to him.

  “I want it to be rough. I want to possess you, own you when we fuck. I want to pinch your nipples until they are on the cusp of bruising. Is that okay?”

  “Y-yes, Mr. Murphy,” I panted. I wanted that. I wanted it so fucking much. I might be a ballbuster in the office and in the courtroom, but when I was naked, I wanted to be dominated. I craved it, needed it. When I was being fucked, I needed the sweet release from always being in charge in life. “Please… use me. Mark me. Fuck me. Just this once.”

  His thumbs traced my pussy and spread me wide. “If once is enough for you, then I haven’t done my job right.”

  My knees buckled as he flattened his tongue against me and sampled me in one long stroke. His hands clutched my ass harder, gripping my flesh. The pinch was countered by the sweet, long lick with his tongue landing at my clit. He circled my tight nub, and I gasped as his teeth scraped against me in a silken combination of discomfort and pleasure.

  My hands clenched, trembling against the desk, my nails digging into the lacquered wood and leaving claw marks indented there. The edge pressed against my belly as I churned my hips, aching for more of his tongue, lips, and teeth as he licked once more up my slit.

  A moan escaped my mouth and I felt the heat of his breath against my pussy as he pulled away. “Greedy girl,” he whispered.

  Then, like a man crazed by lust, he devoured me, plunging his tongue inside of me. The swirl of his tongue, the nip of his teeth, was intense and heady, and I felt dizzy as my orgasm drew nearer, rising and twisting around my spine, tightening each one of my muscles with each lap of my clit.

  He buried a finger inside of me, pumping in and out as he continued that magic with his mouth.

  My back bowed, pushing my pelvis harder into the desk. “Oh, fuck,” I cried as I came. An orgasm so intense crashed over my body, it was like a wave against a jetty, and the muscles in my arms and legs trembled as any shred of control I’d once had shattered there with Sam’s tongue against my clit.

  My voice fractured the otherwise silent office as I cried out, disrupting the slick sounds of licking and panting with my moan. My pussy clamped down on his finger, convulsing around him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, my climax made him hungrier and he withdrew his finger, latching his mouth to my sex until every tremor had stilled.

  Aftershocks twitched my muscles and I melted against the desk as I heard Sam below me, unmoving. I didn’t dare move. Not yet. Not until Mr. Murphy said it was okay.

  Chapter 5

  Sam

  What a pretty, pink pussy, I thought as I spread her wide for me. She was on display. Ripe. Quivering. Wet. So fucking wet that I could see her glistening and ready for me. Her cream tasted tangy and sweet all at once and I wanted to lick her clean.

  “Good girl,” I whispered and stood, noting the way she still didn’t remove her hands from the desk, just as I had asked.

  I grabbed hold of her zipper and undid her dress. “Stand,” I said and gently helped her up from the desk. I noted the way her elbow in my hand trembled and she seemed shaky on those three-inch, fuck-me heels of hers.

  Even though I wanted her to fuck me wearing those, her safety was more important. I lowered and helped her slip out of the heels and tugged the dress down, revealing her gorgeous pale pink nipples to me.

  No panties and no bra. Dirty girl.

  Just this once, she had said. Not if I had anything to do with that. Once would never be enough. I needed her. She was the perfect combination of tough and soft. Sweet and salty. Dominant and submissive.

  In all my years dating, I’d never felt so strongly about any woman as I did right now about Nina Miller.

  I gripped her hips in my hand and guided her to face me. Fully naked, she was even more gorgeous than I had even imagined. Perky teardrop breasts and rosebud nipples begged for my mouth, my tongue… but so did that wet pout of hers, parted and panting. She was looking up at me with those bright blue eyes, awaiting my next command. Based on that look alone, I thought she might do anything… anything… to be fucked.

  I lifted her up, setting her on the desk, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She stared, hungry, as I undressed, her eyes cascading across my torso down to where I tugged the button of my pants open and shoved them down over my hips, leaving me standing there, hard as a rock, in my boxer briefs.

  Her eyes were now transfixed to my erecti
on, and I noted the way she wiggled, sitting on her hands—almost like she had to stop herself from reaching out to touch me.

  “Take them off,” I growled and her eyes darted to meet mine as though she wasn’t certain she heard me correctly. I indicated with a jut of my chin to the boxer briefs.

  Her shock quickly dissolved into desire as she lunged forward and impatiently yanked the soft cotton down over my hips and pushed them lower past my thighs as my hard cock sprang free. Her whimper was all I needed to hear as she reached out, wrapping her hand around me, her thumb dragging over the vein on the underside.

  Her lips were swollen from our first kiss, and I pressed my mouth to hers once more, gentler this time. They were deliciously soft and yet also more bold than they were for our first kiss which had caught her by surprise. She licked into my mouth, brushing her silky tongue against mine as her grip around my cock tightened and she stroked me from base to tip, swirling her thumb over the tip.

  Christ. She felt so goddamn good.

  I kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers and pinching them until she squirmed and let out a small whimper. I nibbled on her bottom lip and licked down her neck until I was sucking on each breast and slid my finger deep into her wet heat.

  Her grip on me tightened, and I had to swallow my grunt. If she kept up with that, the main event would be over before it began. “Lay back,” I said and guided her gently down to lay across her desk. Chestnut hair fanned out behind her, and she stared at me, begging, her hands circling her own breasts. “Please,” she whispered.

  I stepped deeper between her thighs, spread wide and slick for me, and after sliding a condom on, I pushed my head against her opening, sinking into her.

  Her thigh muscles tightened beneath my palms and she gasped, her legs clamping around my hips. I stayed still, my hips flush against her soft inner thighs as her silky, wet heat gripped me. It felt so fucking good… so tight and hot. Her breath hitched and her bottom lip trembled as she bit down on it.