She was mine from the beginning.
We weren’t falling.
We were running to each other.
Just as we are now.
With a smug smile, I approach her as she picks up her drink and takes a sip, casually eyeing my body from top to bottom and back. When our eyes lock, she puts her drink down on the table and smiles cheekily.
“Hey,” I say. “Used your fake ID, I see.”
“Hi.” She giggles, a blush appearing on her cheeks. “It still comes in useful.”
“How are you? Been up to something good since leaving college?”
“Yeah … just work and stuff. Not much else.”
I narrow my eyes. “So that whole business thing you were talking about?”
“Not yet,” she says, chuckling. “But I’ll get there, eventually. And you?”
“Same,” I say. “Still looking for that perfect job.”
“Ahh … look, I’m sorry about—”
“Don’t be,” I interrupt. “We both lost something. And maybe gained something new …” The left side of my lip tips up into a smile.
“Hmm … true. I never thanked you for doing what you did.”
“What?”
“With my mom’s boyfriend and all …” She shrugs.
I shake my head. “Don’t mention it. Really. That asshole deserved what he had coming. And besides, I needed to make things right.”
She smiles. “I know. I just wanted to thank you.”
It grows quiet again, but then she asks, “I hope it’s not keeping you up at night.”
“What? That I put a man in jail?”
“Yeah.”
“Nope. Not even one bit.”
“And your other nightmares?”
My forehead creases for a second, but then I relax. “Haven’t had them in a while.”
“Really? Well, at least you got that going for ya …”
I place a hand on her arm. “It’s because of you that I no longer have them.”
Her brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“Other dreams have replaced the nightmares,” I whisper. “And by other dreams, I mean filthy ones about a certain bad student …” I wriggle my eyebrows, making her roll her eyes and playfully slap me.
“Oh, stop,” she says, chuckling.
I shrug it off. “It’s the truth.”
“Well, I’m happy for you, even if I feel a little creeped out. It’s just damn shitty you had to lose your job over me.”
“No, it’s not your fault,” I say.
Her face scrunches up, like she’s thinking about something all of the sudden. “You know, maybe we could start up that business together. Then we’d both be doing something worthwhile.”
I frown but then think about it … “That’s not even a bad idea.”
“Oh.” She laughs. “It was just a random thought.”
“No, I like it.” I smile, and she smiles back, but then our conversation grows quiet again.
“Awkward,” she muses.
“It doesn’t have to be.” I grin and hold out my hand. “Want to dance?”
Her brows lift and she grabs my hand, so I gently tug her along to the dance floor. I place my hand on her waist and put hers on my shoulder as we start to dance to the music.
“It feels so strange to be here again with you,” she says.
“Strange good, or strange bad?”
“Both.” She lifts her shoulders, smiling devilishly.
“So let’s just start again.” I pull her close. “Let’s pretend we’re strangers.”
“Strangers?” She snorts. “Right.”
“Yeah. Do I know you? Because I would love to.”
She laughs, and it’s the most delightful thing I’ve heard in a long time. “All right, mister.”
“Oh, I like it when you call me that.” I swoop her off her feet and twirl her around. “But my name is Thomas. Thomas Hard. Pleasure to meet you.”
She rolls her eyes when I raise my brow at her. “Fine, my name is Hailey Walters, but you knew that already.”
“And I’ll want to know it every damn day of the week,” I murmur, whisking her close. “Tell me, Miss, do you like to play games?”
“Depends on what kind of game,” she whispers.
“Dangerous games. Except this time … I’m not your teacher, and you’re not my student. And we can do whatever we want … whenever we want. Exactly the way we want it.”
“Does that mean I have a say in things too?” she jests.
“Depends on the situation.” I grab her ass and squeeze. “Because you should know something about me, and that’s the fact that I like dishing out orders to naughty girls.”
“Ooh …” She sucks in a breath as my tongue dips out to lick her neck.
“Are you a naughty girl?” I ask.
“Depends … are you the right guy?” She moans as I end my lick with a kiss.
“I can be anyone you want me to be … as long as I can be the one for you.”
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Fuck, yes.”
I grin against her skin. “Is that a yes to just one night, or for the rest of your life?”
“Maybe … Does that mean I’m more to you than just a girl you can fuck?” She bites her lip, and it makes me want to lean in and bite it for her.
“I think the words ‘I love you’ already made that quite clear, didn’t they?” I say.
“Say it again,” she whispers.
“I love you, Hailey.”
I grab her face with both hands and smash my lips to hers, not giving a shit whether anyone’s watching, if anyone knows us, or where we are.
I want her to be mine.
And I don’t give a damn that it cost me my job or my reputation.
She is worth it.
When our lips detach, I want nothing more than to kiss her again, but my desire to be alone with her takes over. “Come home with me. Not as a girl I can fuck but as my girlfriend. The one I want to be with outside the bedroom too.”
“Depends… Do you think Ninja will be jealous of you?”
I laugh. “Maybe we should get another cat … to keep him company.”
She grins. “A pussy named ice cream.”
“Ice cream?”
“Yeah … so I can buy her a matching collar for my earrings. Plus, what cat doesn’t wanna lick some ice cream?” she jokes, making me laugh.
“Perfect. So you ready to go home then?”
“Fuck, yeah,” she says, chuckling as I nibble her earlobe.
“Hmm … Then let’s get out of here. But first, I want to make a stop at your mom’s house.”
She frowns and her lips part as she opens her eyes again, dazed from my kiss. “What? Why?”
I lick my lips and try to bite away the smile on my face, but it’s not effective. “Because we’re going to pick up that pink dildo you were talking about. Mr. Rabbit?”
Her eyes widen and then she bursts out into laughter. “Oh, god. You mean Mr. Pink?”
“Mr. Pink? It has a name?” When I laugh, she playfully punches me.
“Shut up, like you never gave your dick a name.”
“At least my dick’s attached to my body,” I say.
“Like that makes it any different. Pfft.”
A grin spreads across my face. “No matter, that only makes it better.”
“What? You wanna use my dildo?”
“I told you it would happen. It was only a matter of time. I want to do loads of stuff with you, including but not limited to shoving my—”
“Okay, okay, I get it. Geez, you sound like a lawyer.”
“I just know what I want, and I’m not afraid to show it,” I muse. “And it was only a matter of time before we ended up back here.”
“Back together?”
“I was going to say ‘back in this club,’ but yeah, that’ll do.”
She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, which I think is so cute, I can’t help but kiss her again while she’s d
oing it. And that’s just it.
All I want to do is kiss her, and I don’t ever want to stop.
Life’s a string of random moments, moments you can either push away or enjoy for what they are. And now, I’ve finally learned to enjoy this moment just the way it is.
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READ ON FOR BAD BOSS!
BAD BOSS © 2017 Clarissa Wild
Cover art by Clarissa Wild’s Booming Covers
Copy Editing by Editing4Indies
Description
What do men want more than anything? Money and women.
As the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the city, I am one lucky man.
Everyone wants a taste of what I’ve got to offer, and it’s massive. Girls fight over me in droves.
In my fantasy, of course. I had to make some sacrifices to get to the top.
To protect myself and the company, I always have to hide my dirty little secret…
I’m a panty sniffer.
What? A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more… outrageous. Instead of dating, I hoard panties.
Except it’s about to blow up in my face.
Why?
Because a beautiful girl just showed up for a job interview … the same girl I just bought a pair of panties from anonymously…
And what do I do?
I let my junk do the thinking, and hire her as my intern.
Author’s note: Don’t take it too hard, it’s just a book, not a big D. But this guy does have one. I’m not kidding. His schlong is huge, and his ego is too, so beware. And as always … if you don’t like slapstick jokes and corny romance, don’t bother to read.
Music Playlist
“Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO
“Say My Name” by Peking Duk
“At Your Beck and Call” by July Talks
“Ain’t No Other Man” by Christina Aguilera
“Candy Man” by Christina Aguilera
“Pretty Woman” by Roy Orbison
“Under You” by Nick Jonas
“Close” by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo (Louis Vivet Remix)
“Weak” by AJR
“Switch” by Will Smith
“Get Right” by Jennifer Lopez
“Greedy” by Ariana Grande
“Swalla” by Jason Derulo
Chapter 1
TJ
“Used panties.”
I bite my lip as I type the words into the search box and click on the familiar website I’ve been going to for ages to satisfy my cravings.
I check my office door to make sure it is locked before I sink into my leather chair and start browsing through the offers. I need something pink. Something cute … but sassy. Something fiery and so damn wrong. Just like me.
What?
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to sniff panties.
A man has needs. Mine are just a bit more … outrageous.
It’s not a problem. No one’s getting hurt. As long as nobody knows, of course … because I’m sure my ass would be the first on the line.
I had my trusty door lock installed for this exact reason—so no one could come snoop on my serious business. Hey, a guy like me has to get his fix from somewhere, right?
I know, I know. Get laid.
Fuck some pussy.
Lick a clit.
That’s what all the other guys do, and I agree, it’s fantastic. But as amazing as having sex with a woman is, nothing can compare to smelling their scent on their panties. Nothing.
Which is why I have a drawer full of them at home.
Maybe it’s a stupid idea to search for some new ones here at the office, but I can’t help myself. Whenever I’m stressed out, I just need to distract myself by giving myself something nice. What can I say? I’m a self-enabler. Guilty as charged.
Still, as a man in my position, it can get quite dangerous at times.
Being the CEO of a company comes with the necessary levels of stress that I need to deflect, which I do … by sniffing panties.
Just your average hobby. Nothing more.
I smile as I come across pages and pages of delicious panties, but nothing looks even remotely like what I’m looking for. Rubbing my lips together, I wonder whether today is not my day. I’m not willing to give up yet, though. I still have cravings to satisfy.
So I click away and find a new website. I haven’t been to this site before, and I don’t recognize it. It’s new. And when I open the page, the first thing I notice is that just one person runs it.
A girl, nonetheless. And she has a collection of panties for sale that could make any man’s tongue drop.
Fuck.
Sweet pink, canary yellow, ocean blue, fiery red … in all the crazy fabrics. She’s got them all.
“Mother of God,” I mutter, leaning in as I grasp my laptop tight. “I’ve hit the mother lode.”
A girl with a slightly curvy, streamlined body, thin but with a perky butt … in the most perfect pair of panties I’ve ever seen. And she’s posted the most mouthwatering pictures.
Deal.
I don’t even have to check the price. I don’t care.
I’m so damn easy to persuade.
When I see something I want, I go for it, no matter the cost. And hot damn … do I want to smell that pussy on those panties, I think to myself as I stare at that perfect pair of pink see-through panties on her round butt.
Licking my top lip, I search for a buy button, but I find nothing except a contact form. I shrug. I have no problem emailing her to get the job done. Nothing breaks the uncomfortable barrier quite like talking directly to the girl responsible for your jerk-off even though you know you’ll never meet her in person.
Is it shady?
Is it all kinds of wrong?
Hell fucking yes, but you know what they say about addicts … nothing will get in the way of their fix.
And if this is my addiction, then so be it. At least it won’t kill me, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.
I open the contact form and start typing away.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Hello,
I’m interested in buying some of your panties. If I’m happy with your service, I’ll probably buy more too.
I like the pink lace. Do you have a sample for me? More pictures? More options?
I’m curious to find out more about the story behind them as well if you’re willing to divulge.
Looking forward to your answer,
Panty Sniffing Boss
I smirk.
Yeah, thought up that little gem all by myself.
It’s not like I can just come out with my name and let the whole damn world know I’m a pervert, now can I? I need to be undercover. Subtle and secretive. Like a ninja.
No one knows anything about me. Or at least, nothing I don’t want them to know. Like this, for example. Only one person has found out, and it didn’t end well. Suffice to say, I learned my lesson the hard way. Never share your private secrets with anyone, and make sure they never find out without you knowing it either. It stops everyone from getting hurt.
What I want is to just be able to give in to my desires without anyone judging, but since that’s not an option, I’ll take doing it in full secrecy instead. I always ship the packages to my home after ordering them via a secure proxy, so no one will find out it was me.
Who knows where the panties come from. I don’t, that’s for sure.
The sellers don’t say who they are or where they live.
That’s just how it goes. No personal information is exchanged because you never know what might happen. Some dirty perv might end up snooping around on their porch. Nope, that’d be a sure thing I’d want to avoid, so I completely understand.
But it is strange, though … I mean, those panties could come from anyone.
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br /> Even my next-door neighbor.
Or that hot chick from the deli store down the block.
That’d be a wet dream. I grin.
Suddenly, the familiar jingle of my email pulls me from my thoughts. An email just came in … from the panty girl.
“Wow, you’re quick,” I mumble as I open the email.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Hi there,
Yes, of course. I’ve included some pictures of the pink lace underwear. If you meant a different one, let me know, and I’ll send over some pics. I have different colors of the same type too. I can sell you a set.
I can tell you more about when I wore them and what I did, but I don’t know what you’re looking for. Do you have anything specific you want to know? These pink ones were worn on a day out to the mall. I had them on for an entire day.
As for the price, it’s $30 for one, $50 for three, and you can have eight for $100. You can send the money to this email via PayPal.
Have a great day,
Pantylicious
Whoa, this girl is up in her business, and for an individual running that type of website, it’s impressive. Does she do this often? I wonder.
“Interesting,” I mumble, typing back my response.
From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Hey,
Awesome. Looks great. I’d love to have three of those. Can you include the pink one and 2 other colors? I’ve sent the money to your PayPal.
Also … what do you do for a living? And what do you look like?
Three. Maybe I should’ve picked the option that includes eight. I’m not sure three will do.
I mean … with all these products launching simultaneously and having to pitch every single one to the shareholders really pulls a number on your stress levels.
So I’m gonna need to fill up my dirty drawer to the brim.
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