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

by Lena Gordon

  Except a good hard fuck.

  My cock throbbed painfully, reminding me again of just how long it had been since I’d had that kind of release.

  Why had it been so long?

  Fuck.

  I knew exactly why. The last woman whose company I’d enjoyed had been after a whole lot more than my cock and the last thing I needed was another fucking gold digger.

  I lifted my mug and took a sip of the strong, bitter coffee before I poured another dose of sugar in. She might look pretty fucking good in her uniform, but her coffee making skills needed a little work.

  I sipped slowly as I watched her.

  She was young, probably barely twenty, and judging by the book in front of her, a student.

  Exactly my type. There was nothing like a sweet young thing calling me Daddy while I fucked her from behind that released the pressure quite the same way.

  Not. Even. Close.

  “Can I get you anything else?” I’d been so busy imagining what it would be like to slide my thick cock inside her that I hadn’t noticed Jessie approach, coffee pot in hand. “A piece of pie, maybe? It’s delicious.”

  “I’m sure it is.”

  “Stan makes it himself.” She gestured behind her toward the kitchen, where the stereotypically bald, with a pot belly, cook stood over a grill. “It’s peach.”

  “Just some more coffee.”

  “It’s not too strong?” It was, but I didn’t say anything as she topped up my cup. “I make it really strong because I need to study. And work,” she added quickly. “But it can be kind of slow on the graveyard shift.”

  “Lots of time to study, then?” I shifted in my seat in an effort to release the pressure in my pants that had only grown worse when she came closer. “What are you studying?”

  “Organic chemistry.”

  She was smart too. Damn. It was even more of a turn-on. Like I needed any more reasons.

  She shook her head a little and put the pot down on the table. “First semester just started and it’s already kicking my ass. Honestly, the only thing that keeps me from falling behind is this job.”

  “The job?” I lifted the cup to my mouth and instantly wished I hadn’t. The coffee really was terrible. “It doesn’t seem like you’d get a lot of experience with organic chemistry at the diner.”

  “No.”

  She laughed and I was grateful to be sitting down because there was no way I would’ve been able to hide how hard that sound made my dick. Fuck, she was sexy.

  “But I have a chance to keep up on my reading here.” Jessie stretched her arms behind her back in a way that made her tits thrust forward. The buttons of her uniform strained, and I willed them to pop so those luscious tits would be right in my face. “It’s a trade-off, I guess,” she continued. “This job doesn’t pay nearly as well as the club, but at least I can get my work done and I don’t have to deal with—never mind.”

  “Deal with what?” I prodded, pretty sure I already knew the answer.

  “It’s just...well, the customers are different here. The club was full of entitled college boys with too much money and tiny—”

  “Cocks?”

  She laughed. “I was going to say brains, but cocks works, too.” Jessie shrugged and picked up her coffee pot. “I’d rather be temporarily broke than deal with that every night. And speaking of broke...I should go make a call. I have to see if I can find a mechanic who’ll work for free.”

  She turned to head back to the counter, and as much as I loved looking at her ass, I stopped her. “Car acting up?”

  “You could say that.” She half turned and looked at me over her shoulder. “But it would be more accurate to say it’s not acting at all. Stupid thing crapped out on me right as I was leaving for work. Again. Which means it’s going to be a late night walking home.”

  “You’re going to walk? In the middle of the night?” Did she not realize how dangerous that was? Never mind how dangerous it was to tell a complete stranger that she’d be doing it? This little girl needed to be taught a thing or two. And damn, if I didn’t want to be the man who would teach her. “If you were my little girl, there’s no way I’d let you walk.”

  Her face went bright red and her mouth fell open, but she didn’t say anything.

  “You need to learn to be careful about what you say,” I continued sternly. “And who you say it to.” I lifted my eyebrows and tilted my head in dismissal.

  Clearly stunned, she blinked and walked back to the counter.

  I waited a few minutes and tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. But when I looked at the clock over the door and saw that it was almost one in the morning, closing time, my decision was made for me. There was no way she was walking.

  She brought me another refill of coffee along with the bill before scurrying off again without another word. But she didn’t have to say anything. I could see the way she looked at me. The way her breath caught in her throat when she felt my gaze on her.

  I left a twenty that would more than cover my coffee, wrote my message on the back of the receipt and went outside to wait.

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  Lessons in Desire

  One

  Mia and Evan desperately need to spice things up in the bedroom!

  After all, life is too short for run of the mill sex!

  On the recommendation of a friend, they take a big step and make their first visit to the “Institute.”

  They know they're in for an adventure, but are they really ready for what’s on the other side of the door?

  And more importantly—can they open up themselves and their relationship to the opportunity of the fantasy?

  Chapter One

  She could see her friend’s mouth moving, and she was pretty sure there were words coming out, but Mia had successfully managed to tune Rachel out while she took care of the final bits of dinner prep. As much as she loved her best friend, the last thing Mia wanted to hear was how exciting Rachel’s sex life with her husband was. It didn’t seem fair that after five years of marriage, the two of them were still hot and heavy. Especially since that was not the case with her own husband, Evan. And they’d only been married two years.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  Mia stopped, bread knife in hand and tried her best to look interested. “Of course I am.”

  “You’re a terrible liar,” Rachel said and poured Mia another glass of wine. “Because if you had been listening, you would have heard how Dane did the most incredible thing with his tongue. I have never in my life come that hard. I thought I was going to literally break apart.”

  Mia took a gulp of wine, letting the coolness of the chardonnay douse the flicker of flame deep in her own core.

  “Rach,” Mia started. “As much as I—”

  “Oh wait.” Rachel held up her hand. “You haven’t even heard the best part yet. I was lying there, totally wrung out. I mean, totally. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to move again, and just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, Dane—”

  “Stop.” Mia dropped the knife against the cutting board and like a little girl, squeezed her eyes shut and stuck her hands over her ears. “I can’t hear another word. Seriously. You’re killing me.”

  After a moment, when she thought it was safe again, Mia dropped her hands and opened her eyes just enough to see her friend smirking at her. “You done?” Rachel asked.

  Mia nodded, picked up the knife and resumed slicing the bread.

  “So, you want to talk about it?”

  Mia didn’t even pretend she didn’t know what Rachel was talking about. They’d been best friends most of their lives and since their husbands happened to be best friends, too, the four of them spent as much time together as they could.

  When Mia didn’t answer, Rachel nudged a glass of wine closer to her, raised her eyebrows and waited. Just as she always did, Mia sighed, picked up the glass and got ready to spill her guts. But before she did, she took a quick look behind
her at the deck where Evan and Dane were standing around the grill, tending to the steaks.

  Satisfied that they wouldn’t overhear, Mia leaned over the counter and whispered, “It’s sex.”

  “Sex is great!”

  Mia shushed Rachel with a gentle swat to the arm. All she needed was Dane overhearing Rachel say the magic word, and he’d be trotting inside to whisk her off to the nearest bedroom.

  “I know, I know,” Mia said. She took another quick glance around. “Except when it isn’t. Let’s just say that things with Evan and I haven’t been very satisfying lately.”

  In hindsight, Mia probably should have waited for Rachel to swallow her wine before she offered up her confession. But while Rachel choked and coughed her way back to recovery, it gave Mia a chance to figure out how much detail she wanted to go into with her friend.

  Mia handed her friend a glass of water and waited while she took a sip and put the glass down. “Are you okay?”

  Rachel ignored her. “What the fuck, Mia? You guys have only been married for a few years. Is everything okay between you two?”

  Mia nodded. “Yes. We’re fine.” And it was fine. Evan was her best friend. They shared everything together and they still looked forward to the end of the day when she came home from teaching English at the high school and he got off shift with the fire department, and they could cuddle on the couch together. Evan still made her heart beat fast and her panties wet with just one kiss. But when it came time to get down and dirty, there just wasn’t much excitement lately. Everything was feeling just a little too routine. She told her friend as much.

  “It’s just getting kind of stale,” Mia said. “And I just don’t get it. How do you and Dane keep coming up with new moves? I swear, every time I talk to you, you’re telling me about some new crazy shit you’ve done and some new way he’s made you come. I just don’t get it.”

  Finished with her rant, Mia flopped into a kitchen chair and swallowed the rest of her wine before facing her best friend, who no doubt thought she’d totally lost her mind. But Rachel wasn’t looking at her strangely; instead, she was watching Mia with a sly smile on her pretty lips.

  “What?” Mia asked. “I thought you’d have something to say for sure.”

  “Oh, I have something to say, all right.”

  But Rachel didn’t say anything. Instead, she reached into her purse and took out a business card. She handed it across the table to Mia, but before she could take it, Rachel pulled it back.

  “Before you look at this, I need to know that you’re ready,” Rachel said.

  Mia narrowed her eyes. “I’m ready.” She thought back to the last time she and Evan had sex and the less than gratifying, at least for her, conclusion. “Oh, I’m definitely ready.” Before Rachel could tease her with it again, Mia lunged forward and grabbed the card.

  It was a deep purple, glossy card with raised silver printing. She ran her fingertips over the words, and read them aloud. “Passionate Pleasures Institute.”

  Mia looked up. Rachel was smiling behind her wine glass.

  “What is this?” Mia asked.

  “Exactly what it looks like.”

  “It looks like sex school.”

  Rachel raised her eyebrow in response.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, I’m very serious,” Rachel said.

  “You guys needed to go to school for it?”

  Rachel flicked a glance out the window before answering. “We didn’t have to,” she said. “We were like you guys. Things were getting a little boring, and we didn’t want to lose the spark. One day, Dane came home with the card from a buddy at the gym. I was skeptical at first too, but I swear, Pleasures is for regular people, just like you and me. It’s totally changed our lives. It really is amazing. Trust me.”

  “If it’s so amazing, how come I’ve never heard of it before? How could you keep this a secret? We tell each other everything.” Mia’s head spun. Her best friend went to sex school. How did a thing like that even exist? She couldn’t wrap her head around anything Rachel was saying.

  “You have heard about it,” Rachel said. “I’ve been telling you for ages about the things we’ve been trying. Where do you think we learn them? Besides, there’s a code. I couldn’t tell you directly about the Institute until I knew you needed it. That’s how they keep it exclusive. Invite only.”

  Mia flipped the card around in her hand, and once again ran her fingers over the raised lettering. “So that’s what this is,” she mused, “an invitation?”

  “Oh yes,” Rachel said. “And trust me. You’re going to want to accept.”

  Mia rolled over and stared at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of Evan preparing for bed. After Rachel and Dane left, she’d done her best not to think about the purple card in the back pocket of her jeans. Rachel might think they needed it, but they didn’t really need classes telling them how to get off, did they? They’d been doing it for years and with the exception of the last few months, they’d never had any trouble in that area.

  But the last few months...

  Mia tried not to think about it. No. She was determined to prove her friend was wrong. It was just a phase they were going through. Nothing serious. And definitely nothing they couldn’t work themselves out of. And when Evan was done brushing his teeth, she was going to prove it.

  The faucet turned off and predictably, the bathroom door opened seconds later. Mia’s breath caught in her chest at the strong silhouette his lean body provided. There was an instant quickening deep inside her, just by looking at him. That had to prove something, she thought.

  “Are you sleeping?” Evan asked as he made his way across the room in the dark.

  “I’m most definitely not,” Mia said. She did her best to sound sexy and sultry, but even to her own ears, the effect wasn’t quite what she was going for.

  “Are you feeling okay?” Evan pulled the covers open and slid in next to her. The mattress sank with his weight and she instinctively braced herself so she wouldn’t roll into him.

  “I’m fine.” Mia shook off the feeling of insecurity that threatened to derail her and reached out to trail a hand down his bare chest to the waistband of his boxer briefs.

  “Oh,” he said. “Is that what’s going on?” His voice had a hint of playfulness, but there was also a tone of predictability in what he said that Mia tried not to be irritated by.

  “You know exactly what’s going on.” Mia let her fingers wander farther south, where they were rewarded with a stirring in his shorts. Stroking her fingers slowly along Evan’s inner thigh, she waited until his cock was hard before slipping her fingers inside his shorts and wrapping her fingers around him.

  Mia was rewarded by a groan. Encouraged by his response, she slid her hand up and down with just the right amount of pressure. She knew exactly what he liked. Not too hard, and just light enough to tease. And she knew what would come next, too—although secretly, Mia hoped Evan would surprise her.

  She tried not to be disappointed when he predictably said, “Come here. I need you. Now.” And he did. That much was evident, but she needed more. She wanted more. Sure, she was wet. But it wasn’t enough. For a moment, she thought about protesting. About telling Evan she wasn’t ready. But before she could think it through, his hands gripped her around the hips and forcibly lifted her onto his lap.

  His member pressed against her slit, hot and hard. She rocked up and down, letting the friction build against her clit. A spark fired, and she let out a small moan of her own. Wanting more, she shifted her body to continue the pleasure, but Evan caught her in his grip and when she rocked up, he used the motion in his favor and in one move, plunged deep inside her.

  Mia let out a gasp, which Evan took to be a sign of pleasure and guided her in the rhythm he set. His hands traveled to her breasts, cupping and squeezing. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, but just when she thought he was going to squeeze, and give her the pressure she craved on her sensitive buds
, he pulled back.

  Desperate to salvage the situation, Mia leaned forward, increasing the pressure on her clit as their bodies rocked together in rhythm. It was too soon when she felt the familiar tensing of his muscles that signaled Evan’s release. Too soon. Frantically, Mia picked up the pace, letting her mind go blank, all her concentration focused on her pleasure center.

  Just as Evan clenched and released into her, Mia felt the stirrings of what would have been her own orgasm, but then, just as quickly as it showed up, it was gone.

  Tears of frustration pricked at her eyes as she climbed off. When did it get so bad? So routine? Rachel was right. Mia didn’t bother lying down next to Evan. Instead, she crossed the room, ignoring her bathrobe, and headed for the walk-in closet.

  “Mia? Babe?” Evan called.

  She didn’t answer. Intent on her task, Mia scooped up her discarded jeans and dug into the back pocket before heading back into the bedroom.

  “Are you okay?” Evan asked. He was propped up against the headboard, his face lined with concern. “I hope that was good for you. I mean—”

  “We need to talk, Evan.” She sat on the bed, holding her hands in front of her. “I love you, but...”

  “Our sex life,” he finished for her.

  She nodded sadly. “I don’t know where it went so wrong,” she said. “But I know we can fix it. Look at this.” Mia thrust the card at him.

  She waited while he took it from her and read over the words. She didn’t say a word while he digested what she was showing him. And when he finally looked up to meet her gaze, she said, “We need to call.” For the second time that day, she ran her fingertips over the words, and read them aloud. “Passionate Pleasures Institute.”

  Chapter Two

  Evan couldn’t disagree with Mia. And he didn’t. There was something wrong with their sex life and he wanted desperately to fix it. Sex with Mia had always been hot and he had no trouble getting hard just looking at her, but she was right: things had gotten kind of boring and there was no room for boring. When she handed him the purple card, he hadn’t been surprised. Maybe he would have been if Dane hadn’t already talked to him about the Institute. He’d been meaning to bring it up to Mia for weeks, but he didn’t want her to be upset or offended. After all, a sex school? It sounded crazy. It sounded absolutely like something out of a porn movie. But maybe that was the point, he mused as he navigated the car through the streets, following the directions he’d been given.