Dirty After Dark (A Billionaire Boss Romance)

by Anne Connor

  My instant attraction to him was so strong, but I tried to deny it. I tried to forget the things he made me feel when he spoke to me at the interview, the way his words sent a fire swirling through my body. The way I thought of him after the pool party. My respect and admiration for him were so strong, too, and the way he trusted me was flattering and exciting and the promise of this trip was exhilarating. It was all I hoped for in my heart, but it was everything I wouldn’t admit to myself that I wanted.

  “Yes, sir,” I say. “I thought about it.”

  “What did you think about? Tell me,” he growls, his hand coming away from his dick. He grabs a condom from his back pocket, rips the foil wrapper open with his teeth and sheaths himself. He pulls me closer and lifts me up, dragging the tip along my wet folds. I shut my eyes and ease myself down, letting his big cock fill me up, stretching my pussy out around it.

  “I thought about all the dirty things you say on your show. I thought about what you’d say to me. I thought about being alone late in the office with you. How you’d teach me.”

  “The most important thing I can show you is how good I can make you feel.”

  “Now who’s begging who?” I breathe as he glides deep into me and pushes his fingers against my clit.

  Our mouth collide in a swirl of passion and heat as my body is taken away from me, claimed by him, the hardness inside me making me feel sexy and free and dangerous and safe all at once. His hands roam my body, grasping and searching for something as our bodies move together.

  His cock slides in and out as our kiss breaks, and his eyes meet mine as he speeds up his thrusts. His mouth seems to perk up as though he’s about to say something, but he says nothing. He remains silent. The man with the voice is speechless.

  But I can feel what he wants to say. I feel it in his touch, as his fingertips trail against my shoulders, coming up to pull the elastic band out of my hair, releasing my ponytail and letting my hair fall down my back.

  “That’s better. The sex kitten look really works on you,” he smirks. “That’s the real you.”

  “You know the real me?” I reply, meeting his thrusts with my hips.

  “Yeah, you fucking know I do. You’re a sexy kitten. My sexy little thing.” His hands weave through my hair and he wraps its full length up in his fist, devious lust painted on his face. “You’re mine, and this is where you fucking belong.”

  His body grinds against mine, his eight-pack abs pushing up against my clit as his cock slaps in and out of me.

  “Slow at first,” he says, “then faster. That’s how I knew you’d like it.”

  My clit erupts as the friction between us grows stronger, and my pussy releases a sweet orgasm, my juices hot and dripping down his cock.

  I feel him inside me, exploding as he pants and his chest rises and falls, still pushing himself deep inside me. With a heavy sigh, his eyes close and he pushes his forehead against mine, placing a sweet kiss upon my waiting, hungry lips. I still want more. His touch hasn’t satisfied me - it’s just reminded me what I was lacking. It’s made me crave him. It’s made me want him.

  And for just a moment, I allow myself to want him. His arms wrap around me tight, and I look out the window of the fabulous jet he’s purchased - for me. Everything’s happened so quickly that I’ve almost forgotten to let myself take stock of the fact that he wanted to make my first time on a plane so special. That he’d sweep me off my feet and take me across the country to the place where he came from, and let me forget my problems for a day.

  I feel his fingers under my chin as he tips my face toward his, flashing his signature smile.

  And he looks so good doing it, too.

  _____

  20

  Ryan

  It actually feels pretty fucking good to be back in my hometown, especially now that I’ve brought part of sunny California back with me.

  Sara and I stride up to the check-in counter at the Hilton, where we’re given our room keys and hand our luggage and garment bags off to the concierge.

  “Two rooms,” Sara says as we walk over to the elevators. I slip her one set of key cards as we step into the elevator.

  “Are you kidding me?” I joke, “Of course we have separate rooms. I don’t want to be seen with you. I’m Ryan Hart, I can get any woman I want.”

  “If you can get any woman you want, they why aren’t we in the same room tonight?”

  She smirks as we get off at our floor. She says nothing as she makes a right down the hall to our rooms, slipping her key into her door and disappearing into her room.

  I stand in the hallway facing her door as she closes it, peeking around to wave goodbye, letting the door close with a soft click.

  Adjusting my cock, I shake my head and make my way next door, to my room. I’m still in awe of her, the way her body melted against mine, the way her lips opened up and kissed me, the sweet moans that filled my ears and my heart. I get into my room and go right to the window, pulling the curtain aside and taking in the vista. Stretched out before me is a full view looking uptown, and I can see the park, the Empire State building, the Chrysler Building, all lit up in brilliant colors against the early spring night sky. I wonder what Sara is doing right now, wondering if she is also taking in the fantastic view. It’s so different from California - it’s got the grit and the edge that I love but needed to get away from.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket, surprising me out of my daydream, and it’s Lexi. We need to work together for a couple of days, so I put on my most amenable attitude and answer.

  “What’s going on, Lex?” I say into the phone as politely as possible.

  “Well it’s certainly nice to talk to you, too,” she says. She sounds surprised that I didn’t immediately gush over how nice it’s going to be to see her tomorrow. “I’m downstairs. I need you to come and meet me to go over some things.”

  “Now?” I check my Tag Heuer and see that it’s a little past dinner time. I’d wanted to bring Sara for a dinner at one of my favorite pizza places on Mulberry Street. “Okay, that’s fine. We’ll meet you down there in about twenty minutes.”

  “Who is we?” she asks.

  “Me and my intern. She’s coming with me. She’s integral to tomorrow’s event.” I let the curtain on the window fall into place and pinch the bridge of my nose.

  “An intern?” Lexi scoffs. “Fine. Fifteen minutes. I’m at the bar.”

  She hangs up before I have a chance to say anything, and I go over to the door adjoining my room with Sara’s, rapping lightly on it before she comes to greet me.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, “we have a meeting. We have to meet our liaison with the club downstairs in a bit. I hope you don’t mind.”

  “Mind?” Her face lights up. “My very first business meeting.”

  “No, that’s not right,” I say. I hear a knock at the door and walk over, letting the concierge into the room to drop my things. Sara steps in from her room and sits on the corner of one of the beds. I tip the luggage guy and unzip my garment bag, starting to unpack. “You’ve been to business meetings before. Our first lunch together was a business meeting.”

  “I guess I didn’t think about it like that,” she says, pacing over to me. I wrap her up in a tight hug before continuing to unpack.

  “So, I took the liberty of purchasing a few things for you,” I say, unzipping a second garment bag. Inside one of them is my suit, a new Armani in black that I thought would pair perfectly with a white button-down for the appearance, and inside the other bag is a slim, knee-length black dress in pure silk, with a deep V-neck. I also have a gold mini-dress for her, so she could choose which one she liked best to wear to the club opening.

  I hold up both dresses by their satin black hangers as Sara’s eyes pass between them in surprise.

  “I thought you’d look really hot in either, but you choose which one you want to wear tomorrow. And you can wear the other one tonight.”

  “Hm...that one,” she says, pointing to the
black silk, “is the one for tonight.”

  “Good choice,” I say, laying it down on the bed and hanging the gold one back up, slipping it into the closet with my suit.

  I sit down on the edge of the bed in front of her, my knees parted slightly. I’ve been in a near-constant state of arousal since I met this woman, since she tore into my life by accident and talked back to me with her dirty little mouth. Having her, marking her, claiming her as mine has done nothing to quench my desire. It’s done nothing to satisfy me.

  21

  Sara

  I slip on the black silk dress Ryan selected for me and apply some black eyeliner and mascara, along with some nude pink lipgloss. Happy that I borrowed shoes from Jess, I slip my feet into the black patent-leather high pumps and check myself in the mirror one last time before meeting Ryan in the hall.

  He’s already waiting for me in the hallway, the dim lights from the ceiling casting a soft glow and a short shadow against the floor where he’s standing. He’s facing away from me, and as he turns toward me, my stomach erupts with butterflies. He’s wearing a fresh new jet-black suit, and his tousled hair looks perfectly and adorably out of place. My boss adjusts the links on one of his cuffs casually and then smooths out the lapels on his suit jacket.

  The door to my room clicks softly behind me and we walk toward each other, his arm linking into mine.

  “You look absolutely stunning, Sara.” His eyes sparkle with his honesty and innocence. I squeeze his arm against me as he puts his other hand over mine.

  “I have you to thank for this amazing dress,” I say, smiling up at him.

  “That has nothing to do with why you look stunning, sweetheart.”

  We make our way down to the lobby of the hotel, and it actually feels like I’ve done the right thing. My feelings for him are overwhelming and blotting out the doubts I had. The desire to make myself be seen seriously, my need to parlay this internship into a good line on my resume - all of that is seeming to fall away, being replaced with my feelings for Ryan. And even though I have that nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me that this is a temporary internship, I know that what I have with Ryan is something special, something more. And I can’t keep saying no to that.

  We walk across the lobby, and I feel all of the eyes in the room on us. It throws my first days with Ryan into a sharp, new light. The first time he took me out, to the restaurant on my first day of work, I felt all of the eyes in the room on him. Now, I feel them on us, as though I’m with him rather than just beside him.

  “I have to warn you about Lexi,” he says in a low voice, ignoring the people staring at us, “she tends to be a little bit high strung. She’s a little bit demanding. I know you can handle her, but I just wanted to make you aware.”

  “I’m sure I can handle her,” I say. “I’ve worked for difficult people before.”

  “Present company excluded, I hope?” he says, smiling down at me.

  “Ryan, you’re one of the easiest people I’ve ever worked for.”

  “And how about in other ways?” As we make our way through the lobby, weaving around groups of people chatting and a line of folks waiting to check in, Ryan brings me to the steps at the bottom of the small staircase leading to the bar.

  I swallow hard, and I don’t know how to answer. He’s an easy boss, but he vexes me. He’s gorgeous, but I had to say no at first. I didn’t want to jeopardize my opportunity to be taken seriously. He’s easy to work for, but he continues to vex me even now.

  Unprepared and unsure of what to say, I search his eyes for my answer. I want to tell him how I feel - that I’m falling for him.

  My admission to myself surprises me. I’m falling for my boss.

  And as I’m about to give my answer, an unfamiliar voice calls out to Ryan from atop the stairs.

  “Mr. Hart,” she says in a saccharine-sweet voice, “I need some sex advice from the expert.”

  Ryan loosens his touch on my arm and closes his eyes, exhaling steadily and shaking his head.

  Lexi, he mouths to me as he turns to see her coming down the stairs.

  Lexi is the woman I imagined Ryan with when I first met him. With a short black leather skirt, black booties and a low-cut black shirt, she is the epitome of sexed-up socialite party girl that I know would go with Ryan like leather and lace go together - perfectly, even if it looks a little forbidden and dangerous.

  “Oh, and you must be the intern,” she says, rushing over to me and putting out her hand. Without thinking, I push my hand out to shake hers, and she looks me up down, sizing me up dismissively. “You’re so pretty! And I hope you’re keeping the boss happy. Would you mind going to order us a couple of drinks?” She smirks and looks away from me, flashing Ryan a sexy smile. Her teeth are perfectly straight and white, and her lips are painted perfectly in matte red lipstick. “I’ll have a whiskey sour, and Ryan, what do you want? Are you still a big drinker of Blue Label?”

  He clears his throat and laughs, with a slight edge of annoyance. “She doesn’t work for you, Lexi. She works for the show. And we’re all adults here, perfectly capable of getting our own drinks.”

  We walk up the stairs to the bar area, lit dimly and decked out with plush red velvet couches tucked into corners, finished with big, low, dark mahogany tables. Ryan brings us over to one in the far left corner and a bartender rushes over to take our drink orders.

  “Two mojitos,” he says, ordering for both of us, and Lexi orders herself a whiskey sour.

  “So, Ryan, let’s talk about sex,” Lexi says, crossing her legs toward him in the circular booth. He’s seated between us, and his arm hasn’t left my shoulder since we’ve sat down. Her words cut me, even though I know she’s talking about business. It almost feels as though she’s trying to make me feel uncomfortable, like I don’t belong here.

  “Lexi, to my knowledge we have all of the details of the appearance hammered out. You said you needed to talk about a couple of things, so why don’t you talk and Sara and I will listen.”

  “Well,” she responds as our drinks arrive, “I don’t know what exactly you’re planning to do for your five minutes of material tomorrow. Let me guess. Q & A?”

  “No,” Ryan says, taking both of our drinks from the bartender’s tray and putting them down in front of us. “Two more guesses.”

  “Ohh,” she says, winking at me. “I like games. Okay. Live sex demonstration?”

  Ryan laughs sarcastically. “Pretty sure that one’s illegal.”

  “Strip tease?” Lexi says, cocking her head to the side and putting the end of her straw between her lips.

  “Actually,” I interject, “it’s a little presentation about safe sex.” I take a sip of my drink as Ryan smiles at me. I’ve surprised even myself that I was able to speak up.

  “Ryan,” Lexi whines, “I thought this was supposed to be a fun event. Why are bringing the whole vibe down with...safety?”

  “Lexi, safe sex is...well, it’s sexy. Think about it. If you feel secure and safe with your partner, think about how much more fun you can have.”

  “Right,” I say. “Exactly.”

  “Plus,” Ryan says, “this whole event is in collaboration with your sex education non-profit. Why do I have to remind you of that?”

  Lexi rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her drink.

  “I guess you’re right. Ryan, you’re so smart. That’s why you’re the expert.” She reaches out and brushes him on the arm. I try to look away, but again it’s as though she’s doing it to make me feel bad.

  But I brush it off, because she does not matter. I’m here with Ryan, and I’m here as his date, not just as his intern. I lean into him and look at Lexi, but she doesn’t seem to notice me at all.

  22

  Ryan

  “Now you get to see how we really do it after dark.” Ryan pushes the limo door open and steps out to a roar of cheers and flashing cameras, giving me his hand and guiding me out of the car after him.

  We’re in SoHo
at the opening of the new club, and there’s an actual, literal red carpet on the concrete under our feet. I look around at the people behind the velvet ropes and Ryan turns back to me, grabbing my hand.

  The night air is cool and dry like the mist of silk against my skin. The air smells like leather and cologne, like Ryan’s offices back home. We walk a few feet along the carpet to the side of the club, where more paparazzi with cameras and microphones are lined up against a white backdrop with the name of some vodka brand and logo emblazoned on it.

  “Ryan!” two young women squeal. They’re about my age, and I smile as I think they’re probably listeners of the show, hoping that Ryan’s been able to guide them through breakups and queries they’ve had about their bodies. Maybe they’ve had to be comforted through a divorce or through the death of a loved one.

  He waves at them and then strides over to shake their hands, his confidence making me beam. I never thought I’d be here with him when I started working for him, but I never thought I’d even met someone quite like him when I started my search for this semester’s internship.

  “Ryan,” a male reporter says, holding his microphone out. “What’s the weirdest question you’ve ever received.”

  He taps his lip and rocks back on his heels, contemplating his answer. “One time a guy wanted to know how to find love. That was the weirdest question, because there’s no way to answer it. Now, I can tell you how to make yourself look attractive, or how to make yourself more appealing according to the standards our society puts out there. I can even tell you to go to the gym or get some new clothes or how to talk dirty to girls once you’re lucky enough to have them in your bed.” I’m standing a little off to the side, letting him take the spotlight, where he belongs, but he grabs my hand and brings me close to him and continues. “But there’s no way for me to tell you how to find love. It’ll sneak up on you when you least expect it. It’ll take you by surprise and knock you on your ass.”