Submitting to the Boss: A West Coast Hotwifing Novel, Book 2

by Jasmine Haynes

  Bradley rose. She did, too. He was handsome, but next to Holt, Bradley Palmer was a mere boy. No one compared to Holt.

  She strode to the front entry, Bradley dragging his feet behind her. Twisting the handle, she opened the door wide to usher him out.

  Holt stood on the landing. He looked at her in her robe. Then he looked at Bradley standing right behind her.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Words, explanations, everything failed Ruby. It wasn’t possible. It just was not possible. She’d had her epiphany too late. She should never have let Bradley over her threshold.

  Holt’s expression was flat, unreadable, his gaze a gray puff of smoke. Though a couple of inches shorter than Bradley, he was wider and more powerful beneath the polo shirt and black jeans, infinitely more masculine.

  “Are you wearing panties?” he asked.

  The question, so completely out of the blue, caught Ruby off guard, and she answered as if Bradley weren’t standing close enough for her to catch a faint whiff of his overly sweet aftershave. “No, sir.”

  “Good.” He pointed a finger at Bradley. “You. Get out.”

  “Are you going to hurt her?” Bradley said with the most backbone he’d ever shown.

  Holt merely rolled his eyes heavenward. “Spare me the melodrama.”

  When Bradley still didn’t move, Ruby grabbed his arm and shoved him toward the door. “Go.”

  “But—”

  High time for him to get all chivalrous. “Don’t make me throw you out,” she said with gritted teeth.

  Holt shifted aside to let him through, and Bradley backed down the landing a slow step at a time. Then Holt muscled through the door and closed it behind him.

  Ruby started with: “Holt, I didn’t—”

  He put his hand over her mouth. “I don’t care what you did.”

  She tried again, lips against his palm. “But—”

  He laid his other hand across her nape, pressing harder to quiet her. “You disobey, you get punished. Action and reaction. It’s as simple as that.”

  Muffled as she was, she couldn’t say she hadn’t broken any rules. Then again, it didn’t matter. Unlike Clay, Holt wasn’t dumping her. Yet.

  “I’ll take my hand away, and you’ll say...” He raised one eyebrow prompting an answer.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, with anticipation, desire, relief.

  “Assume the position,” he commanded.

  “Umm...which position?”

  He gazed heavenward just as he had with Bradley. “All fours and pull your robe up over your ass.”

  Ah, a spanking. “Yes, sir,” she said eagerly, stepping into the living room. Falling quickly to her hands and knees, she bunched the robe at her waist.

  She couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t mad—well, not really, really mad, not enough to cut her off.

  Then he blanketed her with his body, lips to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Ruby. No kissing, no touching, no tenderness, just fucking. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said softly, reverently. Oh God, yes. She was wet, she was ready. She had been for three days and nights.

  “I’m not even going to remove my clothes. I’m just going to take you like a slut gets taken.”

  Yes, yes, please. She didn’t say the words aloud. She didn’t want to break the moment.

  He made quick work of his zipper, and in the next instant, she felt the blunt tip of his cock pressing against her, parting the lips of her pussy, pushing within her folds.

  He stopped. “You’re already wet from your lover, you slut.”

  “I’m wet because of my lover,” she couldn’t resist saying. “And my lover is you, only you.”

  He secured her with an arm beneath her abdomen and hauled her back against his body, sliding deep inside her. Ruby closed her eyes, relished the sense of being filled completely.

  “I told you this pussy was mine.” His breath came harsh against her ear.

  “It’s yours, Master.” She didn’t use the title mockingly, as she had in the past.

  He withdrew, thrust deep, pulled out, then short-stroked, hitting her G-spot and turning her almost mindless. Almost, but not quite. “I didn’t fuck him, Master.”

  “I don’t care if you did. You’re still mine to punish.” He began a relentless, exquisite rhythm.

  “I did it all wrong with Clay.” She gasped when he suddenly hauled her hips higher for an even deeper penetration.

  “Fuck Clay,” he growled.

  But she would tell him, now, when their bodies were fused as if they were one. “I was selfish and stupid, and I didn’t care what I did, as long as it made me feel good.”

  “Christ,” he muttered. “You do feel so damn good.”

  Deep inside, she felt the manic pulse of his blood through his cock. “I was a bitch, all me-me-me.” She rocked back against him, letting her body dance with his, mate with his.

  “I love that about you.”

  She almost stilled with stupefaction. Love? “I’ll never do that to you.” She panted, sensation rising inside her, heat, friction, desire, building to the climax. “I’ll never...abuse...your trust,” she managed to say.

  “Fuck.” He cut himself off, breathed deep, thrust again, and drove her wild. “I fucking want you the way you are.”

  Her body started to implode. She couldn’t stop the climax building, soaring, then rocketing through her. She couldn’t stop him, the pounding of his cock, the burning heat of his orgasm, the shudders of his body as they came together.

  Whether they fell or he eased them to their sides on the carpet, Ruby couldn’t be sure. He cradled her back to front along his length, her head on his arm, his cock still pulsing inside her.

  “You’re mine,” he said.

  “Completely.”

  “You will fuck other men when I choose for you to do so and only the men I choose for you.”

  “Absolutely.” She loved sex; she loved that he wanted her to have sex for him.

  He stroked the tangled hair back from her forehead, down her nape, then trailed his fingers around until he rested his hand on her chest. It was a gesture of possession, yet one of complete tenderness. With his lips to her ear, he added, “And I will punish you when I need to. Because I want to. Because you love it.”

  “I do, Holt. I love everything you to do me.”

  On a mere breath, he said, “And I will be with no other woman, only you. And you will please me in ways no woman ever has.”

  Ruby didn’t cry; she simply melted inside. Being with him had given her things she’d never dreamed of, the promise of possession and obsession. She was irreplaceable.

  He had said he didn’t care about the scene he’d walked in on, but she cared. Turning her head, she rubbed her cheek against his, cupped his face to hold him close. “I didn’t fuck Bradley. I could have; he wanted me to. But there’s only you, Holt. Nothing is any good without you.”

  “I know, baby. Nothing is any good without you.” He repeated her words as if they were a vow.

  She bit her lip in thanks and pleasure, then settled back against his arm, her body flush with his from back to bottom. “I don’t need other men.” Holt could give her enough excitement and spice all by himself.

  “I want you to have them. I want us to have them. I want kinky and sexy and dirty. I want to tie you up, spank you, give you away, take you back, lick you, suck you, fuck you. I want everything.”

  She smiled as his cock throbbed to life again inside her. “I’m always at my best when I’m being kinky,” she admitted.

  “I know. I want to dress you up, take you out, pick a man for you, and watch him fuck you.”

  She tingled as his cock flexed. “Clay once said he was going to wait down in the bar while I went upstairs with a man. Then I had to call him when I was done, and he’d lick me clean and fuck me right to heaven.” Just like Holt had done in the limo.

  “I want that.”

 
“They can fuck me, but you’ll be the only one who can fuck me right to my heart.” Why not just say it, what she’d been feeling, what had been growing inside her. “They can fuck me,” she whispered, “but you’re the only one I love.”

  He was quiet for so long, she wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. Except that it couldn’t be. For the first time in her life, she was in love, and it could never be a mistake, not with Holt.

  * * * * *

  “You’ll still need a good spanking,” Holt said because for a moment he was beyond any words that were real and honest.

  He felt her smile against his arm. “Of course,” she said. “And tying up and blindfolding. When I’m really, really bad.”

  “You’re always really, really bad.”

  “Exactly. Maybe you’ll need to use a paddle on me.”

  He waited for two beats of his heart. “I lusted after you even when you were living with Clay. I lusted after you from the moment you walked into my office for your interview.”

  She was silent. He felt her holding her breath.

  “But it wasn’t the time then. It wouldn’t have been like this.”

  “Like what?” she whispered.

  “Respect. Admiration.” He drew his breath deep, dipped his head down to her hair, nuzzled her, then bathed her nape with a warm exhale. “Love.” He began to rock gently inside her, running his hand over her breasts, down her abdomen, holding her close for his possession.

  She kissed his arm, which was probably the only thing she could reach in that position, and rocked against him, using her foot to brace herself on the carpet. “Does that mean you have to fire me now?”

  “There’s no company policy that says I can’t marry my secretary.”

  She stopped in the middle of a throaty moan. “Marry you?”

  “Marry me.” He put his finger to her clitoris and started their rhythm again.

  Ruby gasped. “God, yes.”

  He figured it was yes to the fucking and yes to the marriage. “Of course, someone else will have to sign off on your review and give you your raise.” He rolled with her, putting her facedown on the carpet, giving himself better leverage as he stroked hard and deep. “We work perfectly together. In the office. And right here on your floor.” There was nothing more perfect than being deep inside Ruby. Unless it was being deep inside her after she was slippery wet with another man’s come. “I have to thank Clay.”

  She writhed under him, panting out her words. “What...on earth for?”

  “For introducing me to the pleasures of giving away your woman.” He thrust hard and held himself deep, savoring her pussy’s contractions around him. “Then claiming her all over again.”

  “Oh God.” She gasped. “Please shut up. I can’t come when you’re talking at me.”

  Oh yeah, Ruby was sassy, sexy. And absolutely perfect for him just the way she was.

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  Hmm, what really happened between Ward and Cassandra when he picked up Holt’s computer? You’ll find out in the next West Coast novella, The Boss’s Daughter.

  And coming soon, the reissue of Jasmine’s stories from Twin Peaks, featuring the Prescott twins: Double the Pleasure and Skin Deep.

  Here’s a taste of one of Jasmine’s steamy romance single titles.

  Kinky Neighbors

  A naughty little foursome tale

  Copyright 2011 Jasmine Haynes

  Cover design by Rosemary Gunn

  Two couples, two very hot wives, two husbands who don’t mind a little swapping...

  The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids,...and a kinky streak.

  Now they’re about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits.

  The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn’t merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it’s true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it’s about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they’ve only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all?

  Chapter One

  Her body was lithe, strong, and she worked him from the inside, milked him, turned him mindless. Cat had taken belly dancing lessons a few years ago, and though she’d stopped the dancing, she’d never lost the ability to use those muscles on his cock when he was deep inside her.

  “I want to be fucking you just like this,” she whispered, “straddling your hips, riding you”—she laughed softly, a naughty, sexy sound that tightened every muscle in his groin—“while you’re licking her.”

  Drew squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She moaned, liking sex with a nibble of pain, loving it when she was spinning him a fantasy at the same time.

  “I want to look down and watch you devouring her pussy.” This time she groaned. Fantasies about other people always made her engine purr louder. But fantasies about their next-door neighbors made his wife come harder than even in the first blush of love when they couldn’t get enough of each other.

  She threw her head back, her gorgeous brown-sugar hair falling over her shoulders. “Oh, Drew, she loves it, moaning, pinching her own nipples.” Cat took him with a faster rhythm, a harder pump, working herself up with her fantasy of their pretty neighbor. “She wants your big hard cock in her, Drew.”

  When she was like this, Cat simply dragged him along. His body quaked and trembled, rising almost on its own to drive hard into her. He grabbed her hips, pistoned deep as she leaned back to give him the best angle for her G-spot. With sharp little stings, her fingernails broke his skin as she braced herself on his thighs.

  “Fuck her,” she cried out, “fuck her hard.”

  Christ, he loved her hot and out of control like this. Then her inner muscles clamped down on him as her orgasm began to ripple through her. She panted, moaned, tightened her thighs along his hips and bucked on him.

  Her climax wrenched his from him, and he shot high inside her, shouting out her name.

  Moments later, his limbs still jerking, he pulled her down, wrapping her in his arms. “Jesus,” he muttered against her fragrant hair.

  “That was so hot, baby. I want us to do her just like that, me on your cock and you with your face buried in her pussy.

  Drew laughed. “God, you’re filthy.”

  She tipped her head back, grinned at him. “And you love it.”

  Yes, he did. “You amaze me.” Cat was special, gorgeous, with a slim, athletic body that made him crazy and a kinky, naughty attitude toward sex that was more male than female. They’d once hired a Las Vegas call girl to watch them have sex. Cat was an exhibitionist. They’d been married for ten years, Cat was thirty-eight, he was seven years older, and their sex life was still fantastic.

  She nuzzled his neck. “I know how much you love licking a woman, and that’s what I want to give you.”

  “You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead as if she’d just made him a great meal instead of offered up another woman to him. She honestly did not have a jealous bone in her body. They did a lot of fantasizing, imagining sex with other couples they’d met, threesomes, foursomes. He knew she’d done a threesome before he met her, two men and her, but neither man was her boyfriend. She claimed that doing it with him, her husband, would be entirely different, taking things to a whole new level.

  She stroked his cock to life again. “I just want to make sure you don’t get tired of having sex with me. Men need spice.” She needed spice, and her imagination was fertile with ways of getting it.

  She loved role playing. She’d had him try to pick her up in a bar, prete
nding they didn’t know each other. He’d practically had to go to blows with another guy that was hitting on her. She’d loved the attention; then she’d fucked him in their car with the bartender having a smoke not ten feet away. She liked it risky, the fear of getting caught, public sex, in the back of a car, a dark bar, once on the hood in a parking garage. She thrived on anything edgy, always coming up with ways to keep their sex fresh. Cat needed to push her sexual limits; she needed fire.

  Six months ago, they’d moved from fantasy into reality. At least they’d tried, meeting a couple off a personal ad Cat saw online. Unfortunately, nothing came of it. The couple was nice enough, married for twenty years, both in their early fifties rather than the mid-forties they’d claimed, and their definition of height-weight proportionate was not quite the same as Cat’s. Ultimately the attraction wasn’t there. Either you felt it, or you didn’t.

  Lying in his arms, Cat plucked at the hair on his chest. “I told Alexis that we always hot-tub in the nude.”

  Drew chuckled. “What did she say to that?”

  He felt Cat’s shrug. “She just gave me a look.”

  Tomorrow they were heading out for Tahoe where they’d rented a house close to the lake for a week. And they’d invited their neighbors. Logan and Alexis Hart had moved into their Saratoga neighborhood a little over a year ago. Alexis was a controller for a Silicon Valley microwave radio manufacturer, and Logan was CEO for a San Francisco-based Fortune 500 company. Like Drew and Cat, they had professional careers, double incomes, and no kids to tie them down. They’d gone from backyard barbecues to dinner and card games that lasted long past midnight. Now this, a week-long Tahoe vacation for some hiking, lake fishing, relaxing. And, if Cat had her way, some very kinky games.