My Boss Daddy: A Billionaire Boss Daddy Romance (My Daddy Series Book 3)

by Lena Gordon

  I thought I’d at least have a few minutes while Mr. Thomas was busy getting settled in and with Mr. Grant out of the office…well, it seemed like the perfect time to get them done without anyone ever knowing.

  “It’s not…” I twisted around, suddenly very aware that I was on my knees in front of this man and how bad this would look and how if he said anything to Mr. Grant I’d probably be fired without so much as a second thought and definitely no reference letter.

  Fuck. Double fuck.

  “Mr. Thomas…I know how this must look…” I scrambled to get to my feet, but Mr. Thomas gestured for me to stay put. When he took another step forward, I was only inches away from his crotch, and the unmistakable bulge there. I swallowed hard and looked up, directly into his eyes.

  “I’m not sure you have any idea how this looks, Miss Donoghue. But I’m certainly not complaining about what I see.”

  A flush of desire raced through me, pooling in my legs in a liquid heat that soaked my panties. I worked hard to slow my heart rate, hyper aware that my breath was coming in short, fast pants that made my breasts heave against the tiny buttons of my blouse.

  “But I do have my concerns.”

  “If you would just let me explain, Mr. Thomas,” I tried again. “I take my job very seriously and I really never do anything like this. I—”

  “You never do what?” His mouth turned up in a sly grin that made my pulse race even faster. His green eyes glinted with danger and something else I couldn’t decipher. “Make personal copies on office time with company materials? Or crawl around on your knees with your juicy little ass up in the air in front of the boss?”

  My face flushed. Hard. And I could feel it reach to my breasts, which I knew he had a prime view of the way he stood over me, looking down.

  “Mr. Thomas, I really can’t afford to lose this job. And I really—”

  “Nobody said anything about losing your job, Miss Donoghue. In fact, I think you’re probably quite the asset to this company and I’m quite excited to see what you can do for me as well.”

  I couldn’t help it; my eyes dropped to his crotch and the massive bulge there. Intellectually, I knew he couldn’t possibly be talking about what I secretly hoped he was talking about, but there was no denying that Mr. Thomas was definitely excited about something, and I didn’t think it was my professional skills. Involuntarily, I licked my lips and he groaned, the sound sexy and primal as it escaped his throat.

  I knew I was at an extreme disadvantage and I should get to my feet, but I desperately liked the view from where I was. It took all the willpower I had to resist reaching out and touching what had to be a massive cock in his pants. It was so tempting that the thought of it began to cloud all other thoughts in my brain.

  Thoughts I should have been thinking, like stand up, regain your dignity and keep your job.

  But none of that mattered, because something about Mr. Thomas and the extreme sexuality he oozed from every pore had completely infected my senses from the moment I met him. I was too smart to screw around at work. I was too focused on my future to let something like this happen. But fuck me if the only thing I could think of at that moment was this incredibly sexy man—who may as well be my boss—unzipping his pants and freeing his throbbing dick so I could take it into my mouth and suck him off.

  I knew I should keep my mouth shut and take the lead from him, like the good assistant I was, but I couldn’t help it. Especially if it meant him keeping quiet to Mr. Grant about the copies. It’s not that I thought Mr. Grant would fire me for such a small thing, not at all. But I prided myself on never giving him a reason to doubt my utmost professionalism, and even something small like making copies on company time would dull that shine. I couldn’t afford it.

  And if there was an option…what more and more as the minutes passed, seemed like a very desirable option…what was the harm in taking it? “And what is it that I can do for you, Mr. Thomas? So I don’t lose my job?” A shudder ran through him and I knew my words had the exact desired effect, so I kept talking. “I have many talents, Mr. Thomas.” On my knees, I inched closer still, and locked my gaze on to him, seeking the permission I needed to do the most dangerous thing I’d ever done before.

  He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and reached down, running a hand through my hair. He cupped his hand around my head and tilted it up, holding me in place. His thumb stroked my cheek and pushed between my lips.

  “Fuck, you’re awfully young to be an assistant at this level, aren’t you?”

  I swallowed hard, unable to move my head to nod. “I’m old enough to take care of business, Mr. Thomas.”

  “Of that I have no doubt.”

  It was all the permission I needed. I let my hands move to his belt and swiftly released it from the clasp. His dress pants slipped down over his hard thighs, to the floor in front of me. His huge, hard cock sprung to attention.

  No boxers.

  His cock was massive. I wrapped one hand around it, and then another. A shudder traveled through me as I thought of him bending me over a desk and fucking me with it.

  One thing at a time, Britt. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Mr. Thomas was a mystery to me. I didn’t know whether he’d have me fired, or carry on, business as usual. All I knew was that things had gone too far and at that moment, the best way I had to ensure job security was to give him the best blow job of my life.

  4

  Trent

  Everything about what I was doing was wrong. And I didn’t fucking care.

  I was a man who was used to getting what I wanted, which included whatever women I wanted.

  However, up until that moment, after that one time, I hadn’t brought my needs into the workplace. I knew I was taking a risk, but the second she wrapped her delicate hands around my throbbing cock, there was no turning back.

  I wanted her, and by the look in her fuck me eyes, the feeling was more than mutual.

  With my hand still holding her head firmly in place, I guided her to the tip of my cock. Her lips parted, her mouth widening as she took me deep into the warmth of her mouth.

  I groaned and released her head, allowing her to take the lead.

  Immediately, she pulled away, and my dick slid out of her mouth. I didn’t have time to be disappointed because her tongue replaced her lips and she licked my shaft from base to tip, tasting all of me before swirling the crown.

  Fuck.

  I let her have her fun, teasing me with her tongue as she lapped and explored my cock. Her hands worked in tandem, stroking and squeezing. The sensations of everything all at once combined, and when she finally opened her mouth again, taking all of me into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine the entire time, it was truly the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  My hands slid into her hair, guiding her head gently but letting her take the lead. She murmured her approval and the vibration ripped through.

  I knew my dick was a mouthful, but she handled it beautifully, with no hesitation.

  The last thing I wanted was to rush the moment, but I was keenly aware of where we were and what getting discovered would mean to both of us. “Fuck, Brittany,” I groaned as she quickened her pace, sucking and licking my dick with increased frenzy. “Okay baby, it’s time,” I said. “Make Daddy come.”

  She paused, just a fraction of a second at my choice of words, but I could feel the shiver that ran through her and the desire that flashed in her eyes.

  “You liked that, don’t you?”

  She nodded a little and resumed her attentions on my dick.

  Moments later, the pressure in my groin increased and my thighs quivered as my climax neared. “I’m going to come, baby,” I warned her. Mere seconds later, I exploded into her mouth with an unfamiliar force. I bit back my groans, aware of our location as I emptied myself in her mouth in the fiercest climax I’d ever had.

  Brittany’s hands stroked my ass and down my thighs as she slowly pulled herself off me, rocking backward on her heel
s. Her breasts heaved from the effort, and seeing her so turned on from what she’d just done made me horny all over again.

  But there was no time.

  I reached down and quickly tugged my pants up into place before offering her a hand up.

  She adjusted her skirt with her free hand, but I didn’t release her until she turned her attention to me. “That was very impressive, Miss Donoghue.” I tugged her closer, so there was little more than half an inch between our bodies. I could feel the rise and fall of her breasts against my chest. “I want you to know I don’t make it a practice to get involved at work but this was a very special situation, wouldn’t you agree?”

  She nodded quickly. “I agree, Mr. Thoma—”

  “I think we’re past such formalities, don’t you, Brittany?”

  She nodded again and her lips twitched up into a wicked grin. “Definitely.”

  “Good.” I used my free hand to stroke her soft cheek, and pushed my thumb between her two soft, perfect lips where only moments before my dick had been. “Then you can call me Daddy.” I kissed her then. Hard and possessive, the way I’d wanted to kiss her from the moment I saw her sitting at her desk.

  She tasted of sex, need, and…me. It was a heady combination of lust and power and even though I didn’t know how yet, one thing I knew for sure was if I wasn’t careful, this woman would be the end of me.

  5

  Brittany

  When I got dressed for work the next day, I took extra care in choosing my outfit. I didn’t even try to convince myself it was for any other reason than because I was going to be working with Mr. Thomas again.

  Daddy.

  When he’d said that the day before with his dick deep in my throat, I thought I was going to come on the spot. I’d never been more turned on than I was in that moment and he hadn’t even touched me. But he didn’t have to. There was just something about him. I was pretty sure that he could make me climax just by looking at me with those demanding eyes while he spoke to me in his deep, sexy voice and told me to call him Daddy.

  Fuck.

  It had been completely impossible to focus on work after leaving the copy room after…well…what we’d done. But I’d done my best to get some work done in between moments when I saw him. The minute the clock struck four, I grabbed my things and had hauled my ass home, where I laid in bed and touched myself to the memory of having his cock in my mouth.

  It had been the single hottest—and stupidest thing—I’d ever done.

  But I didn’t regret it. Not for a moment.

  I didn’t even bother trying to get to sleep before midnight, choosing instead to paint. Everything came out in full force on the canvas, and hours slipped by before I finally went to bed and crashed.

  But even after a few hours of semi-quality sleep, I couldn’t get thoughts of him out of my head.

  Would he pretend nothing happened between us? Would we do it again? Would he touch me this time? What would happen if I called him Daddy?

  So many questions, and there would be no answers until I got to the office. I chose a tight black skirt, this one even a little shorter than the one I’d had on the day before, paired with a sleeveless blouse I left unbuttoned enough to showcase the swell of my cleavage. I grabbed a smart suit jacket that tied the whole outfit together and kept it on the right side of professional before slipping into my heels.

  I arrived at the office early, the way I did every morning. Because Mr. Grant would be taking another day off, I focused my morning preparations on Mr. Thomas’s office instead. I prepped his daily appointments, printed his messages—of which there were only a few—and right before I expected him, I poured him a cup of coffee, strong and extra creamy, just the way he liked it.

  I have something else extra creamy, I thought with a sly smile as I put the coffee on his desk. The thought sent a tingle to my pussy, and feeling emboldened, I let my fingers sneak under the hem of my skirt to trace the edge of my panties.

  I’d made myself come at least three times the night before, but it wasn’t enough. Not when I was thinking about—

  “Good morning, Brittany.”

  The deep voice sent an instant thrill through me. I jerked my hand away from my panties, worried, but not really, that he’d caught me.

  “Good morning, Mr.…”

  He grinned as I trailed off. Surely I couldn’t call him Daddy in the office setting. After all, it wasn’t professional.

  Neither was giving your boss a blow job in the copy room.

  I ignored the little voice in my head.

  “Good morning,” I tried again. “Daddy?”

  There were so many questions loaded into that one little word.

  He raised one eyebrow in response and walked into the room.

  I tried not to look disappointed that he’d…what? Not immediately pushed me up against the wall and kissed me until my lips were swollen? I swallowed hard and forced myself to be professional.

  “I took the liberty of printing your messages.” I turned away and gestured to his desk. “Please let me know if you need anything from me today. I remember you said something about setting up a series of meetings with real estate agents to show you office space. I have a good list of—”

  “Stop.” He was behind me, his hands on my hips holding me in place. “You are very thorough, Brittany.” His voice was heavy and hot in my ear, sending an electric pulse directly between my legs. But it was what he said next that soaked my panties. “Daddy is very pleased.”

  I tried to turn, the need to press myself up against him strong. But he held me firm, pulling me against him until I could feel the bulge in his pants pushed up tight against my ass. I groaned.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He growled. “Does it make you hot knowing what you do to me?”

  I nodded, my voice little more than a mewl. “Yes, Daddy.”

  6

  Trent

  All my resolve to keep things professional melted the moment I walked into my office and saw Brittany, looking sexy as hell, standing next to my desk. With her fingers under her skirt, nonetheless. I mean, really? How was I to stay professional when faced with that much sex appeal first thing in the morning?

  It was all I could do not to bend her over the sleek mahogany surface and fuck her right there and then.

  But no.

  I had a job to do. A very important job. I couldn’t spend my days fucking my assistant. Even if it was what I wanted more than anything. Besides, I was playing a very dangerous game. If Shane found out I was screwing around with Brittany, all hell would break loose. The last thing I wanted to do was damage that friendship and screw up my West Coast expansion.

  No. I was going to have to put an end to things.

  But pressing my throbbing cock up against her tight little ass was definitely not going to be the solution. Inwardly, I cursed myself.

  One more taste, I promised myself as I leaned in to murmur in her ear.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I growled. “Does it make you hot knowing what you do to me?”

  When she nodded and said, “Yes, Daddy,” I almost came apart on the spot.

  Instead, I dipped my head closer to her neck, traced my tongue along the deliciously soft skin and nipped the base of her neck. I slipped my hand over her ass and squeezed. “Get to work.” I forced the words out between clenched teeth. It was taking way too much self-control to be this close to her. There was no way I could promise myself I’d leave her alone. “I’m going to need a lot from you today.”

  I stepped back and gave her room to squeeze past me. Her breasts brushed against my chest as she moved by and her breath caught in her throat. So young, so responsive…so perfect. I forced myself to turn away and sit at my desk. My raging erection did not make it any easier, but it was going to have to sort itself out because I had a lot to do. There’d be no time for relief.

  At least not the way I wanted it.

  “Brittany, make me an appointment with the best real estate
broker in town. I want that meeting today. Have them send over files on their top five properties to suit my needs and bring them to me. Also, I’ll need you to call my assistant in my office, she’s waiting for your call, to organize the transfer of some financial details I’ll need to see on the new apps I’m currently looking at. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mr.—”

  He looked up into her unsure eyes. She was clearly in new territory with whatever it was that was going on between the two of us and had no idea how to address me. Hell, so was I. This was my chance to put an end to it. It’s what I should do.

  But I couldn’t.

  “Call me Mr. Thomas in a professional capacity.”

  The relief on her face was instant and clear.

  “Now, about those files.”

  “Right away, Mr. Thomas.” Once she was given proper instruction, Brittany fell easily back into her role of competent assistant and dammit if my cock didn’t swell again, listening to her take control of the situation.

  “And lunch?”

  “Pardon me, Mr. Thomas?” I’d caught her off guard and a flush crept up her neck as she consulted her agenda. “Lunch?”

  “What are my plans for lunch, Brittany?” I stared at her, watching carefully as the flush deepened, dipping down into her cleavage.

  “You don’t have any, Mr. Thomas.” She was embarrassed and caught off guard. “But I can schedule you a meeting with—”

  “You.”

  “Me, Mr. Thomas?”

  “Yes, Brittany. You. I think we have a few things we need to discuss about our working relationship, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” She nodded, a smile flirting with her lips. “I think we do.”