Unprofessional Bad Boys - Boxed Set (Contemporary Romance)

by Clarissa Wild

  I place the big bag I brought on his desk and start unpacking, keeping the clothes neatly folded so they don’t crinkle. I match the items and place them side by side, wondering what he’ll think.

  “Beautiful.”

  His sudden voice makes me squeal and jolt up and down. When I turn around, I immediately regret it. He’s right in front of me … and only wearing a pair of tight swim trunks.

  I shut my eyes, my face turning completely red. “Amir!” I say.

  “What?” He laughs. “It’s not like you haven’t already seen it all.”

  “Jesus,” I huff. “Put some clothes on.”

  “Gotcha,” he says, sniggering as he grasps them from the desk. “These will do just fine.”

  I take a sneak peek when he’s turned his back toward me and watch him put on the clothes I designed. I can’t stop staring at the flexing of his muscles with every movement. He’s right. The clothes do look beautiful on him. Then again … anything would with that body.

  When he turns around again, it’s hard not to drool.

  “And? What do you think? Good?”

  I nod. I don’t even know what to say. He’s gorgeous. And still totally a prince that I should not be thinking about in the way I am right now.

  He smirks. “Love it. Exactly what I needed.”

  I smile. “Glad you like it. And thank you for the fabrics.”

  “No need to thank me,” he says. “I told you I’d get it done. I always keep my promise.”

  He places his hand on my waist, pulling me close. “Did you like the flowers too?”

  The seductive look in his eyes makes my head spin. “They were lovely. Thank you.”

  I spin on my heels and focus on the clothes I placed on the desk, trying not to get distracted by his coarse hands finding their way underneath my shirt. I’m melting into a puddle, but I can’t allow this to happen. Not with everything that’s at stake.

  “Amir, we—”

  “Shh,” he interrupts, his hands snaking their way around my belly.

  His lips press a gentle kiss on the back of my neck. “You don’t have to say a word.”

  And that’s just it. I don’t even know what to say. All I know is that this could put us both in danger. I could lose my job, and he … well, his father could punish him, and I don’t even wanna think about what he’d do to us if he found out.

  “Let’s continue where we left off …” he whispers into my ear.

  He gently coaxes me backward, away from the desk. His lips on my skin make me lose all sense of reality. Until I open my eyes again and realize we’ve only had him put on just one of my designs. He hasn’t even touched the rest. This is what I came here for. What I was hired for. What if Mrs. Adallah comes in and sees us? It’d be the end of my time here. Or worse … my entire career.

  “Wait,” I say, trying to pull away.

  However, he holds me, refusing to let go. It makes me stumble backward into him, and he loses his footing too. I squeal as both of us fall, entangled together.

  Not onto the floor … but right into his bath.

  I sputter and splash as I come up for air, the lukewarm water waking up my senses.

  “Amir!” I shout as he was the one who dragged me in with him.

  He laughs out loud, shaking his head, which makes droplets of water fly everywhere. “It’s just water. Relax.”

  “The clothes!” I say, pointing out that he’s still wearing them.

  “A bit of water won’t ruin them, right?” he muses, approaching me again.

  I sigh and then sink into the water. I guess it’s already too late now. We’re completely soaked.

  “Sorry I dragged you in with me,” he says, cornering me against the edge of the tub. “But you were the one who shoved me.”

  “I was trying to get away,” I reply, licking my lips when I see the drops of water roll down his shirt. God, I wish the water didn’t make it so clingy. I can see every inch of his muscles protruding through the fabric.

  “Why? Afraid I’m going to kiss you again?” he murmurs, cocking his head.

  He’s so close now, I could almost taste him. Almost. I swallow hard.

  “Because I want to,” he whispers, inching closer and closer until our lips are just a breath away. “Really … really badly.”

  Before I know it, he’s already got his mouth locked onto mine.

  Just like before in the pond, only this time I’m even more helpless to stop him. My mind goes on blank the moment his tongue parts my lips and claims mine. He circles around inside my mouth, taking me as if I always belonged to him.

  He kisses me deep. Hard. In every way I always dreamed of being kissed.

  And between each breath I take, he whispers sweet words that lay claim on my heart.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers. “Like the sun. I can’t stop wanting to be in your presence.”

  He grasps my face with both hands, intensifying the kiss. It feels like I’m dreaming. Like I can’t breathe.

  I’m kissing a prince. A real prince. This can’t be any more outrageous or scandalous, yet I can’t stop myself from kissing him back all the same.

  One second is all I get to breathe, and I utter some words. “But we’re supposed to be fitting clothes—”

  “We can do that later,” he murmurs against my lips.

  His kisses grow more frantic with every passing second, and his hands find their way down my body, underneath my shirt. I’m overcome with a need I didn’t know I had, wanting to feel his hands all over my body. My nipples peak as he rips off my shirt and tears off my bra, throwing them both into the water as if they mean nothing.

  “Fuck … do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he groans, leaving sweet kisses everywhere.

  I shake my head.

  “Since day fucking one,” he growls. “Back in the club. I’ve wanted to ravish you again and again ever since. Claim you, kiss you, lick you … God, I want to do it all.”

  With rough hands, he grabs my waist and pulls me out of the water, propping me on the edge of the tub where he buries his face in my breasts. He grabs them and sucks hard, providing both with equal pleasure. If I wasn’t already soaked, I just know my panties would be completely wet.

  However, the pang of guilt still hits me right in the gut the moment I realize what’s going to happen.

  “But what if someone comes in?” I ask as he steals a kiss.

  “No one enters without my permission, and I won’t allow anyone in … or out.”

  The way he says it makes my whole skin erupt into goose bumps.

  The sound of his moans turns me on so much that I actually spread my legs as he pushes himself between them. With two fingers, he tugs at my nipple, making it even harder while simultaneously licking the other. I writhe with pleasure, anticipating his next move as his hands travel down my body and peel down my pants until those too are gone.

  My panties follow soon … while he’s still fully dressed.

  Not that I have any time to think about it because he’s got me right where he wants me. With his hand splayed on my belly, he pushes me down until my head reaches the floor while my legs are still in the water.

  His face dips down between my legs.

  I hold my breath. Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do?

  “Hmm … you’ve been dangling it in front of my eyes for so long,” he murmurs, “I want to have a taste of that sweet pussy now.”

  His mouth settles between my legs, pressing a dirty kiss onto my skin. When I feel his tongue on my clit, I almost burst into flames.

  He teases me with just the tip. Again and again, swaying back and forth, he licks me everywhere. And he does it with such a filthy grin that I feel like kissing and smacking him at the same time.

  But that wouldn’t be right … he’s the fucking prince of Dakai.

  I’m being licked by the prince. And fuck me, does he know how to pleasure a woman.

  I moan out loud
as he circles around my clit, providing just enough pressure to make me want more, but not enough to push me over the edge. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me, and I frantically grasp for his hair, wishing I could pull him closer.

  The devilish look in his eyes shows he knows I’m close. So damn close …

  “Did you fantasize about me licking you like this, Maya?” he murmurs between lapping me up.

  “Maybe,” I say, a smirk appearing on my face. “Or maybe not.”

  “Don’t lie. I know you did the moment you laid eyes on me, and I know you dreamed of being in this tub right along with me. And I know you’ve wished for my cock to be buried deep inside you again.”

  Why does he have to rub it in my face so much? Yes, I know he makes me horny. And I know I’m falling for him, but damn, he makes it so difficult. Does he want me to hate him? It’s almost as if it gets him off.

  “Fuck. You,” I huff, trying not to let my face get completely red.

  He sniggers and bites his lip. “I like it when you’re feisty.”

  I knew it. I just know he loves to watch me get uncomfortable.

  But I have no chance of fighting back, of fighting his tongue when it draws a line across my pussy. My body is helpless against the dirty tricks he’s playing with my senses.

  “And I like it when you’re all wet for me,” he groans, sucking my clit. “I wanna feel you come undone, Maya.”

  Before I know it, he’s pushed a finger inside me, and I gasp as he swirls it around inside. Soon, another one is added, and I just about die from delight. Everything’s coming at me all at once. The look in his eyes, the hunger, the flick of his tongue, the push of his fingers. It’s too much.

  With a loud moan, I explode all over him. Shockwave after shockwave ripple through my body, making me feel as if I’m on cloud nine.

  It’s been a long time since a man last made me come so good.

  But I don’t even get the time to let it wash over me because he immediately gets out of the water and lifts me into his arms. I squeal as he carries me away.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, still dripping with water.

  “My bed,” he says with a smoking hot voice.

  “But we’re completely wet!” I say as he marches toward the other room.

  A devious grin spreads on his lips, which makes me all hot and bothered again. “I’ll dry you off … with my tongue.”

  Chapter 10

  Amir

  I don’t care what kind of excuses she comes up with; I’m taking her to my bed so I can fuck her brains out. I’ve waited long enough now, and I’m not interested in playing more games. I don’t give a shit if my bed gets wet; it’ll get cleaned up later. Nothing and I mean nothing’s gonna get in my way of claiming her again.

  “But what about—”

  I put her down on the bed and immediately silence her with a kiss. I’m not going to change my mind. I don’t care who finds out or what happens. All I know is that I want her, and that’s the only thing that matters right now.

  “Are you on the pill?” I ask her, my voice gravelly, almost untamable.

  She nods, biting her bottom lip. “And clean.”

  “Good.” I don’t want anything between us this time. It’s gonna be skin on skin.

  With my hand, I push her down until she’s flat on my bed. Her hands touch the silky sheets, caressing the fabric as though she’s imagining it’s me. I lick my lips, her body too tempting not to look at.

  Then I slowly peel away the shirt she made, dropping it on the floor. Pants and underwear follow next, along with her eyes as my hard-on bounces up and down in front of her. I love the filthy sparkle in her eyes. I know she’s been thinking about what it’s like to feel me inside her … and I’m definitely gonna give it to her.

  As she leans back, I crawl on top of her and bury my face in her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Her gasps turn me on so much it makes my dick grow even harder against her thighs. I can’t stop my hands from grasping her, slithering down to her ass, cupping it, and squeezing hard.

  Her moans are like music to my ears, and in a moment of pure lust, I flip her over on her belly. I hush her squeal with a few kisses to the back of her neck, and her back arches against my dick as it settles between her legs. I grasp her firmly, spreading her and pushing the tip inside. Her mouth opens wide as I plunge into her deeply, letting her feel just how badly I want her.

  “Can you feel how hard you make me?” I groan into her ears as I ravage her.

  She can barely keep her eyes open as I thrust into her, so I grab a fistful of her hair and pull hard, making her head tilt back so I can kiss her neck.

  “Mine,” I growl into her ear.

  She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy’s only getting wetter by the second. It makes it impossible for me to control myself, and I find myself thrusting harder and harder. Our bodies collide with passion; drops of sweat mixing with water as we struggle to resist our own needs. Her heat clashes with mine in equal fervor, her body trembling underneath mine as I fuck her raw. My fingers dive between her legs so I can fondle her again, wanting to feel every ounce of her explode before I do.

  “Are you gonna come for me again?” I whisper into her ear.

  She sucks in a breath as I bury myself deep inside her, waiting for her response. “Yes, fuck yes,” she moans.

  I finger her harder while also ramming into her, and I can tell from the way her eyes roll into the back of her head that she’s close. Her pussy tightens around my dick, and I stop flicking her clit and give her butt a hard slap. The ripples that follow feel so goddamn good that I come too, howling out loud. And I fill her up to the brim with my cum.

  But I’m not sated yet.

  Pulling out, I flip her over again and keep rubbing my dick, wanting every last drop to land on her. I don’t know why, but I feel the incredible urge to mark her as my own, so I do.

  With one hand, I hold her legs open, digging my nails into her skin while I furiously jerk myself off with the other. She’s panting, her hands firmly clenching the sheets as her orgasm subsides.

  Just that look of utter pleasure in her eyes is enough to set me off again. “Fuck,” I groan, overcome by my own lust.

  Another jet of cum shoots from my cock, landing right on top of her pussy, her belly, her tits. Nothing is spared, and I keep going until her entire body is covered.

  When I’m sated, I swipe my dick on her pussy and shove it back in once more for good measure. I want her to know this is mine. She belongs to me now. Every … single … inch.

  Panting, I lower myself on top of her again, pressing sweet kisses to her lips. I keep going until her lips part and that beautiful smile appears again. God, I could stare at that for days and never grow tired of it.

  I just love the way she looks right now—naked, curled up underneath me, right where she belongs. With me. By my side.

  I don’t want her to go anywhere. I want her to stay. However long she can. Just for now. Or maybe forever. Would she? I don’t think I’ve ever felt his way about a woman. I’d normally get them dressed as quickly as possible and hurry them out the back door before my father finds out I’ve been bringing girls to the palace again. Especially ones who aren’t suitable for royalty, according to him.

  But with Maya … it’s different. She’s not like the other girls. She didn’t know I was a prince, and even when she did, she wanted nothing to do with me. She doesn’t like me because I’m royalty; she likes me for me. Because we connect on a different level. Because we can’t get enough of each other.

  And I think she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes as I lie on top of her, leaving gentle kisses. I know she can feel it, our hearts beating against each other … already in sync.

  “Stay with me,” I whisper.

  “What?” she mutters.

  “You heard me,” I say with a smirk, rubbing my nose against hers.

  “Wait, what? No. We can’t. I mean, I’m your designer. And you’re
a … prince.” She almost swallows the last word as though she finds it hard to admit.

  “So?” I reply, caressing her face. “I don’t care. I want you.”

  Her cheeks glow red like a strawberry again. “You don’t mean that.”

  “Why would I lie?” I say, frowning.

  She pushes me off her and sits up, grasping the sheets to cover herself with. “I’m not a toy, Amir. Don’t play with my heart.”

  “I’m not,” I say, crawling up too, but she moves away when I do.

  “Oh God.” She buries her face between her hands. “What did we just do?”

  “We had sex,” I muse, laughing a little. “And it was fucking fantastic, just like last time.”

  “Great,” she says, getting up from the bed. “I gave in. Again.” She seems lost in her thoughts. “Stupid, stupid, Maya.”

  “Hey,” I say, following her, “don’t say that.”

  When I try to grab her, she spins on her heels. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t want to be just another one of your conquests.”

  “You’re not.”

  “How many have you brought in before?”

  “Why do you wanna know?”

  “I don’t,” she says, shaking her head. “Never mind. The point is, I never wanted to be one of them.”

  “You’re not.” I grab her hand. “You’re special to me.”

  She rolls her eyes. “You probably say that to all of them.”

  “No, they’d be escorted out of here by now.” Shit. That came out wrong.

  She sighs. “Really?”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that. What I mean is …” I pull her back toward the bed with both hands. “I like you. More than just any girl.”

  I place her down on the bed, and the sheets slowly drop back onto the bed too. The way she sucks on her bottom lip makes me want to kiss her again. But I know she’d probably avert her eyes if I did. She doesn’t succumb to my wishes. Doesn’t even care that I’m a prince. Maybe that’s why I like her so much. She has a mind of her own, dreams, desires, and a whole business of her own.