Bossed By The Billionaire [Book One]

by Kaylee Quinn

  “I’m listening,” he said.

  “Your line will encourage people to go after whatever they want, whether it be a significant other, a job, or that new car they had been eyeing on the way into work.”

  “A new car?”

  I nodded, thinking of the dealership I passed that morning. “That little red convertible in the lot, the one that they had always thought was a frivolous expense. Your brand would remind people that they only lived once, and that they had to make the most of every moment.”

  “My lingerie would tell people to buy a car.”

  “No, it would encourage them to live bold…to always believe in themselves.”

  “Live bold.” He rubbed his chin. “You think my lingerie would do all of that?”

  “And more.” I slid my fingers over the black silk, imagining how smooth it would feel against my pebbled nipples. “It will help them live out their most secret fantasies.”

  “Interesting.”

  Damn, I had let my desire for Cameron muddy my thoughts. I needed to stop fantasizing about him if I wanted to secure this deal.

  Pulling my hand away from the silk, I cleared my throat. “I have a list of models who could be auditioned back at the company. We could start as early as next week.”

  “No.”

  Shocked, I turned to face him. “No?”

  He shook his head. “I know all about models. They bore me to death.”

  “They do?”

  “Yes.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t understand. If you don’t want a model at your side, what do you want?”

  He studied me for a long moment before responding. “Perhaps I was too quick to put you in this position.”

  “What?” I stared at his back as he turned and left the closet.

  “You heard me.” He stopped in front of his large, sleigh bed and raised his regal brow. “I no longer think you are right for this position.”

  “Why?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? You don’t know enough about sex to sell it.”

  “That’s not true. I know plenty about sex.”

  “Do you?” He motioned for me to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m not so sure.”

  “I don’t see what this has to do with your campaign, anyway.” I followed him into the bedroom. “I only need to understand what you want. Then I can go back to my team and we—”

  “No.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t want to hear any more ideas from your team.”

  “But I thought you wanted us—”

  “I want to hear ideas from you.”

  “Oh.” I sank down on the edge of the bed as the weight of his words hit me like a ton of bricks.

  “I want to know that you understand me and how I think and what I want. Because what I want is what my customers want.”

  “I see.”

  “Do you?” He raised his brows and stared at me, unabashedly.

  I fidgeted under his intense stare. “Okay, so what do you want?”

  He straightened and crossed his arms. “Have you ever dated a man?”

  I frowned at his questions. “Yes, of course.”

  “How many?”

  “I don’t see how that matters.”

  “Answer the question.”

  “I’ve gone out on two blind dates and had a boyfriend in high school.” I shuddered as I thought of my past relationships. All of the men had been inexperienced, and their fumbling and sloppy moves had left me wanting.

  “Have you kissed any of them?”

  I made a sound of disgust as I thought about how my first boyfriend almost missed my mouth entirely when he tried to give me a drunken kiss in high school. “Yes.”

  “Have you had sex with them?”

  I made a face of disgust. “Of course.”

  “How many times?”

  I opened my mouth and shut it again. “This can’t possibly have anything to do with your campaign.”

  “How many times have you had sex?”

  “Once, okay? I’ve had sex once.” I turned my face away with him as shame flooded my cheeks. “It was in high school. My boyfriend at the time took me to a party. We both got drunk and we fooled around in his car on the way home.”

  “You had sex in his car?”

  “Yes. It wasn’t ideal, but we were kids. It was the only place we could find that had any sort of privacy.”

  “What did he do?”

  I stared at him in shock. “What?”

  “What did he do to you in the back of the car? Did he kiss you? Did he touch your breasts and taste your pussy?”

  “That’s a little personal, don’t you think?”

  “Answer the question.”

  I thought back to that night, and how his drunk fumbling did nothing for me. He had taken what he wanted, then fell asleep in the back seat while I wondered what the hell all the fuss was about. Sex had been a huge disappointment, and I vowed never to let myself become so vulnerable with another man again.

  “No, he didn’t do any of those things. We didn’t even get completely undressed. He just…he just did it. It was over soon after it began.”

  “It wasn’t very satisfying, was it?”

  I stood and fisted my hands at my sides. “My personal life is none of your business. It has nothing to do with your brand or your campaign.”

  “Ah, but it has everything to do with my campaign.”

  “How?”

  “Because I need to know how sexually experienced you are.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “That’s my point. You don’t understand anything. Your inexperience tells me that you are incapable of comprehending what a man like me desires.” He lowered his arms as something hot and hungry flashed through his eyes. “And that is something we will have to rectify immediately.”

  Chapter 8

  Embarrassment washed through me. “You don’t need to fix anything.”

  “I’m afraid I do.”

  “I know everything I need to know about having sex.”

  He snorted and returned to the closet. “We’ll see about that.”

  “What are you doing?”

  He pulled the black, lacy lingerie I had been touching earlier from the rack and handed it to me. “Here.”

  I glanced down at the silk in his hands as a ripple of desire ran through me. “I don’t understand.”

  “I want you to model one of my pieces.”

  I furrowed my brow. “You want me to try this on?”

  “Not only do I want you to try it on, but I want you to pose for me in it. I want you to pretend you are trying to seduce me with your body while I take pictures of you on my phone.”

  I jerked my chin up until my gaze met his. “You’re going to take pictures of me?”

  “Of course. These pictures will be for me alone. I would never share them.”

  “But you’d own them.”

  “Yes. It would be the start of an understanding.”

  “You could show them to anyone.”

  “You would have to trust me not to.”

  I shook my head and took a step back. “I’m not sure if I could do that.” If I agreed to this, then he’d hold all of the power. With one swipe of his finger, he could send my picture to every advertising agency in the world and ruin my career, ruin my life.

  “Then we have nothing more to discuss.” He put the lingerie back on the rack. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m a very busy man.” He waved me toward the door.

  “What?”

  “By trying on the lingerie, you will experience the luxury of my brand. By posing and letting me take your picture, you will start to understand what I fantasize about. You will, in effect, start to become a man’s fantasy.”

  “And that’s what you sell—men’s fantasies.”

  “Exactly.” He pulled the gown from the rack once more. “So you see, what I am asking of you is real, if somewhat unorthodox.”

 
“Just slightly,” I say, rolling my eyes a little.

  “I need you to understand my brand from the inside out. I need you to understand yourself, and to understand what I consider sexy. Only then, will you be able to create an effecting campaign for my new clothing line.”

  I dragged my gaze away from his handsome features and stared at the lingerie in his hands. While I understood his point, I couldn’t help but think that by agreeing to his terms, I was crossing over into dangerous territory.

  This would end badly.

  He had said that by posing for him, I’d understand what men fantasize about. On more than one occasion, he had said that men fantasized about what he had, what he wanted in life. I couldn’t help but think that by agreeing to this, I was also getting my own fantasy.

  Because, the truth was that I wanted him at least as badly as I wanted this career…

  No matter how dangerous and perilous it might prove to be.

  “Fine, I’ll do it.” I ripped the gown from his hands before I could change my mind and turned toward the bedroom. “Just give me a minute to change.”

  “No.” He put up his arm, blocking my path.

  “No?”

  He shook his head. “I want you to change here, in front of me.”

  “In the closet?”

  He glanced up at the ceiling. “There is more than enough room, and the lighting is better here than in the bedroom.”

  “I can’t do that.” I pushed the piece of clothing back at his chest.

  “Why?” he asked as he took it from me.

  “Because you’ll see me naked.”

  “So?”

  I hesitated when I saw the heat flash through his features.

  “Are you going to take a picture of me without any clothes?”

  “Does it matter?”

  I opened my mouth to tell him that it did matter, that keeping naked pictures of me on his phone was worse than keeping pictures of me in his lingerie, but there was something in his eyes. A new realization struck me, one that was so simple and elegant, that it shook me to the core.

  Cameron Wolff was turned on.

  He wanted me. Needed me.

  This was a two-way street, whether it looked that way on the surface or not.

  I tore my gaze away from his face and glanced down at the bulge in his pants. The thought of me taking my clothes off in front of him, of teasing him with my body, was making him harder than granite. This man had dated supermodels.

  With the snap of his fingers, he could have any woman he wanted. In this moment, he didn’t want a beautiful woman to strip for him. He wanted me.

  As we stood there in the small space, staring at each other, the heat and tension in the air began to rise.

  “Well?” he asked. “Are you going to do it?”

  “Yes.” I took the lingerie from his hands. “But I’m only going to do it once, so you better pay attention.”

  He flashed me a hungry expression. “Oh, I will.” He inched back, giving me room.

  Slowly, I took the silk gown off the hanger and ran my fingers over its length. It felt so smooth, so sensual. Desire surged through my body as I grabbed the ends of the gown and wrapped it around Cameron’s neck.

  “Here, hold this for me.”

  Fire shot through his gaze as offered him a shy smile and stepped back. Swaying my hips to a sensual tune only I could hear, I slid my blouse out from under my skirt and pulled it over my head, revealing my simple, white underwire bra.

  I knew that the bra pushed my tits up, making them appear larger than they really were. Because of this, I was hesitant to take it off. Instead I cupped my breasts, kneading them before his hungry eyes.

  “Is this what you had in mind?” I asked.

  He dragged his gaze away from my chest and up to my face. “Yes.” He pulled out his phone. “Don’t stop.”

  I slid my hands down my sides, outlining my curves. When I reached my thighs, I pushed my lips together and blew a kiss at the camera on his phone. He snapped a picture.

  “Perfect,” he said.

  That was all of the encouragement I needed. I had never stripped for a man before, but there was something about this moment, something about him, that made me feel powerful and wanton. I pulled down my skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then I stepped out of the circle of fabric, widening my stance in the process.

  “Do you want me to take these off, too?” I asked, as I slid my fingers over the damp fabric of my panties.

  He glanced down at my hand, his nostrils flaring as he saw the evidence of my desire.

  “Yes,” he said as he angled the camera. “But leave your heels on.”

  I did as he asked, making sure to go extra slow so as to have his full attention. I teased him a little, lowering the thin cotton hem and then rising it once more. With each passing second, the electricity and heat in the air intensified, making me wetter than I had ever been in my entire life.

  When my panties finally dropped to the floor and my cleanly shaven pussy came into view, he dropped his phone and grabbed my hand.

  “Come here.”

  I had expected him to kiss me, but instead he turned me around and pulled me back into his chest. His large cock pressed up into my backside, sliding in between my cheeks. I groaned and rubbed my hips against him, loving how good he seemed to grow bigger and bigger by the second.

  Ripping my bra strap down my arm, he kissed my shoulder, then slid his hand down my middle. It didn’t take him long before his long, thick fingers were moving in between my thighs.

  I gasped and threw my head back as his rough skin touched my damp folds. At the same time, he bit down on my shoulder, not enough to break the skin, but enough to grab my attention. Sparks of pain mingled with pleasure, driving my desire higher than I ever thought possible.

  “That’s it,” he said as he pulled the other bra strap off my shoulder. “I want you to live in the moment. I want you to feel.”

  It was hard to do anything else with him touching me like that. Within seconds he had my bra off and his palm over my nipple. He rubbed his rough skin over and over my sensitive tip, causing it to pebble in his hand.

  “You’re so responsive to my touch.” He ground his hips into my backside as I rested my head back against his shoulder. “I bet you would go off like a rocket.”

  “Yes.” It would be useless to deny it. He could tell I was hopelessly turned on, and right now I was too far gone to care what he thought about me.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to make you come.”

  “Fuck, yes.” Need washed through my core making it difficult to stand. I pushed my hips down onto his fingers, silently pleading for him to enter me.

  “I have all of the power now, do you understand?” He slid a long finger inside my body, and I gasped as pleasure burst through my system. “You are a part of my brand, a part of me. Whatever I want, you will give me.”

  “I…I understand,” I gasped as he slid a long finger into my pussy.

  Cupping my breast, he began to massage my nipple with more urgency. “You will do anything I want, fulfill my every desire.”

  “Yes,” I whispered as he slid his tongue along the outer rim of my ear.

  “Right now, my desire is to make you come harder than you ever have in your entire life. Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “Oh God,” I reached back and threaded my fingers through his hair as he nibbled the base of my neck. He moved his fingers faster, sliding in and out of my pussy and stimulating every nerve ending in my core.

  My breathing became shallow as I started to move against him. I wanted more, needed more…

  “Come for me, Sadie,” he whispered against my neck. “Come for me now.” I called out his name as pleasure exploded through my body, driving my orgasm higher than it ever had been before. Ecstasy poured through every crevice, every pore, and I closed my eyes as my mind fogged with pleasure. All the while he continued to stroke me, lengthening the
waves of joy until it became impossible to stand. I clung to him, desperate to anchor myself against the tsunami of pleasure he had created in my body. For a long moment, I hung there, suspended, never wanting the moment to end.

  When the last of my pleasure finally faded, he carefully slid his hands away from my body and stepped back. Without his strong presence behind me, I felt dizzy and adrift. Grasping the rack beside me, I tried to gather my strength so I wouldn’t fall on the floor.

  “You’ve done well,” he said.

  I looked up and that he had picked up my clothes, and was now handing them to me. Slowly, I took them from his hands and began to dress.

  “You have done well, but we still have a very long way to go.”

  “What?” I asked in bewilderment.

  “When you’re finished dressing, meet me in the living room.” He pulled several pieces of lingerie off the rack and left before I could form a coherent thought.

  I dressed slowly, wondering what the hell had happened. Seconds ago, I had the best orgasm of my life. I knew that he had felt something as well—his cock was evidence to that fact. Yet despite everything that had happened, he had pulled away. Now he seemed cold and distant, and I couldn’t help feeling a little hurt by his actions.

  As I was getting ready to leave the closet, I noticed a flash of metal on the floor. Stooping down, I grabbed his phone and swiped the screen. Within seconds numbers appeared and prompted me to input a password.

  I sighed with relief. At least no one could stumble upon the pictures he had taken of me. Cameron had to deliberately send those photos to someone if he wanted them to see me. Knowing this made me feel better, but not by much. The enormity of what I had just done weighed on my shoulders like a ton of bricks.

  My clothes were straight, but my world was still askew as I approached him in the living room. He was leaning against the mantle, his back to me, as he stared at the fire in the fireplace in front of him.

  I cleared my throat. “I found your phone.”

  “Leave it on the table.”

  I did as he asked and then silently waited for his next command. “You wanted to see me?” I asked when the silence got to be too much.

  “Yes.” He turned away from the fireplace and motioned to the stack of lingerie on the couch. “I have arranged to have my driver take you back to your apartment. You are to take these with you.”