Tempt the Boss_A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Katie Ford

  That’s right, I’m pregnant … with Drake’s baby. Daddy had the vasectomy reversed at my request, and we weren’t sure if it was going to work, so I was ecstatic breaking the news to him.

  “Daddy,” I whispered, as his cock was still buried deep in me after another session of wild lovemaking. “I have something to tell you.”

  “Mmm?” he rumbled, his eyes still closed as his hands languorously traced my body.

  “I’m having a baby. He or she is due in July.”

  And his hands stilled immediately, although his eyes didn’t open.

  “Honey,” he rasped, “are you sure? You know it’s something that wasn’t guaranteed to happen, vasectomy reversals don’t always work.”

  “I’m sure,” I whispered. “I went to the doctor today and we saw the little one, heartbeat and all.”

  Drake swept me into his arms, burying his head in my neck, holding my curvaceous body close. “Cleo,” he ground out. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, you and this baby. Marry me?” he asked.

  I paused for a moment. “But you’re still married to Lorena.”

  That posed a difficulty. My mom was long gone but that didn’t mean that Drake was automatically divorced. Instead, we had to go through a lengthy process of trying to locate Lorena before going to court, and so far our investigators haven’t had any success. They’ve even gone to Lima, Peru, Lorena’s birth place, and talked to various Jones family members, but no luck yet.

  And so I grew large with our baby, basking in the loving, approving glow of Drake. We weren’t married yet, but will be once he gets a divorce. Did I feel bad that he was leaving my mom? Well yes, but Lorena had done such a trip on us that I just wanted her out of my life, and certainly out of my daughter’s.

  Because we know that the baby’s a girl, and Drake’s going to be a phenomenal Daddy. It’s ironic because I still call him “Daddy” sometimes, but he’s going to be my little girl’s Daddy for real.

  THE END

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  A SNEAK PEEK

  “Please,” I moaned, grinding against his hand. “I need it!”

  “No worries, girlie,” he rumbled. “It’s coming … umph!” he grunted.

  And with that, he plugged me with his dick, his cock so fast, hard and enormous that I shrieked in surprise, completely airtight and overtaken with his maleness. He was so big that his pole literally lifted me up into the air, my little cunny struggling to fit him, stretched and pulled uncomfortably against that massive glans. But I kept trying, wriggling, moaning and writhing against him, and with the help of my juices, soon he was fully seated in me, that monster cock buried all the way up to the balls.

  I wish I could tell you this was a soft, delicate fuck as we sweetly explored each other’s bodies. But it wasn’t. We were strangers, and I didn’t even know his name as he drilled me like an animal, hips lifting me with each thrust, pussy forced to accommodate, drooling with cream.

  But the man turned out to be my new stepbrother … and the fucking wasn’t stopping just because we were siblings.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Kristen

  The man suckled me wildly, his lips vibrating against my clit, pussy humming and bucking beneath his attentions.

  “You like that little girl?” he asked darkly, his blue eyes gleaming as they gazed at my body.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “Please, more, just like last night,” I panted, my breasts heaving, the nipples sensitized, jutting out like hard pebbles.

  He looked at me oddly for a moment, but turned back to my vulva, lightly tracing his lips over my sensitized flesh, making me twist and scream beneath him. Through my lust-clouded brain, I registered the funny gaze but didn’t dwell on it. After all, I’d met this man only yesterday during a hot tryst in the back of the club. Didn’t he remember me? It seemed impossible that he’d forgotten our impassioned session already, the way he’d made me come again and again, his fingers skimming over my body even as his cock buried itself in my secret spaces.

  But he seemed to be exploring my figure anew, focused on each curve and cranny with unabated lust and a sense of discovery. And was it my imagination, or wasn’t that tribal tattoo on his left shoulder last night, and not his right?

  I brushed my misgivings away as another wave of lust overcame me, making me tremble and course hotly in the dark stranger’s arms. I wouldn’t worry about that now … I needed to come and this man was my answer.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kristen

  The beat pounded heavily in my ears, deafening, making my head throb. I was sure I’d have tinnitus the next day.

  “Krissy, want a drink?” yelled my friend Amy directly into my ear.

  Ouch! That didn’t help. I nodded, not bothering to reply with words.

  We tunneled our way through the club, bumped and shoved by a sea of jostling bodies, to park ourselves at the end of the long wooden bar. It was worth it though – a gorgeous bartender was serving drinks, dark-haired with deep blue eyes, his smile a Crest advertisement as he grinned at a particularly fetching female customer. Judging from her return smile, either his drinks were really good or she was hoping for a piece of saucy action.

  Which made me sigh. God, what I wouldn’t do to get myself a slice of real-life alpha male? My love life barely had a heartbeat because my boyfriend, Darren, isn’t exactly the assertive type. Just last night, we’d been studying when he started up the oddest conversation.

  “Krissy, are you ever attracted to women?”

  I wasn’t sure what to reply, so I spoke carefully.

  “Well, I definitely think that women can be very beautiful, like Angelina Jolie, but I’m not sure what you mean by attracted to women. I mean, I don’t want to do Angelina, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  Judging from his disappointed frown, I’d said the wrong thing.

  He pressed on. “I mean, do you ever feel tempted to kiss another woman, just to see what it’s like? Especially if she’s really gorgeous?”

  Where was this going? I decided to choose my words carefully again.

  “I guess I’ve thought about kissing women, yeah, once in a while. But it’s not something that I think about a lot. If you’re into it, why don’t you show me?” I winked suggestively. We were alone in his dorm room, so I gave him a secret smile and subtly hitched my skirt higher.

  But he was oblivious to my come-ons.

  “No seriously Krissy, I think it could be hot if you did it with another woman. You know it’s every guy’s dream, to have a threesome with two females, and if you were genuinely interested in another woman, I really think it could work.”

  That stopped me short. I’m not attracted to women and his insistence was annoying. He should have been inside my panties already, but instead, we were having this stupid conversation.

  I thought back to the last time Darren and I had had sex. It’d been lame, honestly. I don’t know if four inches counts as a small dick, but that’s what Darren has, and it seemed like he couldn’t come very easily. Finally, I’d pulled off and he’d finished with his hand, squirting the tiniest bit of cum in a pathetic wet spot on the coverlet. I was left wanting and desperate, but instead of finishing me, he got out of bed and started dressing to go back to his dorm.

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sp; “Come on, baby, stay, let’s play some more,” I’d purred throatily. “My roommate’s gone for the weekend, we can party all night,” I suggested.

  Darren gave me a weird glance as he zipped up his jeans.

  “Krissy, get serious,” he said. “We have midterms next week, and besides, I just did you. Isn’t that enough? If you want to be a serious journalist, I’d suggest you start studying and not waste any more time,” he’d said self-importantly.

  I let out a gusty sigh of frustration. Sorr-ry! I was more than a little hurt, but this wasn’t the first time Darren had shot me down for sex, citing all sorts of excuses. It was just that I was getting seriously frustrated … my pussy was positively vibrating with lust, and he wasn’t able to provide the satisfaction I needed. That’s why I was at the club with Amy now.

  I’m not really a club-going type. I mean, I’m not a prude either, but I do want to be a serious journalist and spend a good amount of time working on articles, pounding the pavement on some serious investigative beats. My latest project was an expose of the club industry, focusing on outfits that served alcohol to minors, provided recreational drugs, that kind of thing. So my motive for coming out tonight was two-pronged – relax and party a little, but also do some research for my next project.

  Finally, the bartender sauntered over to us, his blue eyes gleaming as he took in the creamy vees of our breasts, exposed through daringly low necklaces. I blushed a little, but thrust out my chest again. It was part of my strategy – if I wanted to investigate potential crimes, I needed to fit in by looking slutty, you know?

  “Hi,” I purred. “Do you do mojitos?” I asked.

  He cocked an eyebrow at me wryly, taking in my tiny bustier and even tinier mini-skirt.

  “Do you have ID?” he countered.

  Dammit! I’d been hoping my revealing outfit would make me look older, but I guess I still looked eighteen. I sighed, defeated, but Amy took over.

  “Listen, we’re willing to pay double for the drinks, just forget the IDs, okay?” she yelled into his ear.

  But he shook his head, no.

  “Sorry chickies, no can do,” he rumbled, turning to another guest.

  Suddenly, I had an idea.

  “Hey, I have something for you,” I said, almost pitching myself onto the bar so that he could hear me, my boobs just about falling out of my top. “Meet me out back in fifteen?” I asked, nodding to a darkened door that led outside.

  He looked me over again and I smiled sassily, cocking out a hip. I knew I looked good, my hair brushed to a glossy sheen, curves in all the right places. Rolling his eyes, he gave a shrug and said, “Alright, I’m going on break anyways,” he said, this time turning his back to serve another customer.

  Amy grabbed my hand. “Oh my god, Krissy! What are you doing?”

  To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure yet, but I knew I wanted something … intimate … with our gorgeous bartender.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Troy

  It was pretty hilarious. The two girls couldn’t have been a day over eighteen, much less old enough to drink. But they were nubile and flirty, with a freshness that only the very young have. I found myself thinking about the brunette.

  She was voluptuous and curvy, dressed in an outfit that lovingly hugged every inch that delectable body. I’d seen her the moment she walked in the door in that ridiculously short skirt, and waited patiently as she and her friend made her way to the bar.

  Up close, she was even more beautiful. The darkness lent an allure to her lips, and her eyes were a warm caramel color, like melting chocolate. My dick hardened, despite the fact that I flirt with dozens of women every night, and have fucked hundreds in my lifetime.

  You see, my brother and I are co-owners of some very successful establishments. We’re in the entertainment industry so to say. We run a couple clubs, a couple bars, and a couple of “gentlemen’s joints.” But the real money comes from our escort business, a discreet service we offer on the side.

  I know what you’re thinking … what kind of disgusting, depraved pimps run an escort business? I guess Tyler and I fell into it. When we opened our first club, we were working seven days a week, doing anything and everything that needed to be done –bartender, bouncer, manager, janitor … you name it, we did it.

  But part of running a club is sheer luck. Sometimes a club is up, sometimes it’s down for no fucking reason whatsoever. And despite our hard work, we’d been losing money for the first three months, hemorrhaging a hole in our bank account. So we’d taken a loan from a shark, expecting that he’d break our legs and smash our faces if we didn’t pay back the money.

  Except after a private conversation with his boss, the front man came back into the room with an odd proposition. He said we could have the money, upfront, no strings, no ties, if we consented to a very special arrangement … we had to fuck his boss.

  Tyler and I refused on the spot. Fuck another guy? No fucking way, there wasn’t enough money in the world to make that happen. Except the monitor on the wall had flickered on suddenly, the flatscreen coming to life with an image of a beautiful blonde, her cheekbones as sharp as razors, her mouth a lipsticked cherry red.

  “I’m Margot,” she’d purred throatily. “I understand you need about $100k to keep your little project going on,” she’d laughed.

  My brother and I stiffened. She was treating us like puppy dogs, when we were professionals. Plus, “our little project,” as she called it, would turn a profit, so long as we could hang on a few more months. I frowned angrily, and my brother turned to leave.

  But Margot softened on-screen and her expression became alluring, even predatory. “I’d like to make you a very simple offer,” she’d said.

  It was a sweetheart loan, financially. Zero interest, indefinite term. But so long as there was an outstanding balance, my brother and I were to report to her apartment once a week to fuck her.

  Now before you ask about my brother and I, it’s probably better just to tell you up front why women love us, craving our bodies, worshipping our dicks. My brother and I are identical twins – handsome ones. I’m not a stuck-up guy, but after twenty-five years on the earth, I know we’re good-looking, and frankly, neither Tyler nor I have any trouble trading on it. Margot wasn’t the first woman who’d propositioned us, and she wouldn’t be the last.

  So we’d dutifully showed up every Monday night at her apartment for three months, fucking her every which way, violating her holes while we paid off the loan. And the second every penny was returned, we never saw her again.

  Except … through Margot, we were introduced to one of the most lucrative trades in the business. That’s right, pimping girls underground. It can be vicious and cruel, if you don’t play it right. There are seedy dudes from Russia who import girls and keep them almost like animals in cages, filming them, renting them out in deplorable conditions, uncaring if the girls get sick, throwing them away like trash once they’re used.

  But that’s not the type of establishment we run. Our girls are discreet, beautiful, and charming. A lot of them are from middle-class backgrounds and are just looking to make some cash on the side as they get their lives together. Some are students, some are single moms, some just need some extra money to tide them over. So it’s a pretty penny so long as you’re careful – and my brother and I always watch our backs.

  The bartender stint was just a front. I use it to keep an eye on the customers, to watch as my girls circulated, scoping any potential high rollers. But the little girl who’d come begging had caught my eye. And what the hell? I was feeling horny. A quick fuck in the back wouldn’t hurt.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Kristen

  I stood in the darkened corner of the club, slightly hidden from view behind a velveteen curtain. It’d been more than fifteen minutes and I tapped my foot impatiently. Was the bartender going to show? Maybe I could interview him, get some insight into the liquor business.

  I sighed, glancing at my watch again, t
urning to see if he’d arrived when suddenly big masculine arms grabbed and pulled me into a secluded spot. I could hear the pound of house music all around us, but we were shielded from the gaze of the partygoers, the bartender’s breath hot on my neck. Without any pause, his lips crashed down onto mine, his tongue a sinuous snake in my mouth, filling me, making me moan with pleasure as his hands roamed my body.

  Unerringly, his clever fingers found their way under my skirt, and traced the curve of my pussy through my panties.

  He pulled back for a moment, those blue eyes gleaming.

  “Wet now, aren’t we?” he chuckled. I flushed hotly, hoping he couldn’t see my rosy cheeks. The fact was, he was so handsome, so domineering that I’d moistened as soon as he pulled me into his arms. I scrabbled with his t-shirt, pulling the soft grey cotton over his head to reveal a sheer wall of muscle, covered in the most beautiful tribal tattoos, swirling and sensuous over tanned skin. Reverently, I pressed my mouth against his chest, sucking that male flesh, feeling the hot silkiness under my lips.