Virgin's Dirty Boss

by Nicole Elliot

  We spent another half an hour with the clients before they called for a town car and headed back to their office. I looked at Madison, who was staring at her glass of wine, unusually quiet. Actually, for the last thirty minutes she’d barely said a word, and now I really wanted to know what the problem was.

  “Madison? Is everything alright?”

  She flinched and looked at me, as if she’d been deep in her thoughts.

  “Yes,” she muttered, not looking me in the eyes.

  I frowned. Something definitely wasn’t right. “We managed to close the deal, and this meeting went really well, thanks to you, so what’s the problem?”

  At first, I thought she wasn’t going to tell me—the insecurity and anxiety written all over her face.

  Several moments later, she looked at me and pursed her lips into a thin line. “I-I heard something about your company, Grant.” She cleared her throat and continued, “I heard about the foreman who died on the job last year.”

  Everything stopped. “What?”

  She cleared her throat again, and this time she kept my stare. “I heard that he was killed last year on LQT’s job site and the company covered it up.”

  I needed a few moments to fully understand what the fuck she was talking about, and then the anger settled in. “That’s bullshit,” I hissed, feeling hurt that she actually believed in rumors.

  “Is it, Grant? You know, I was actually scared to come to work yesterday. That is why I called in sick. This is just too much, and it made me afraid, to tell you the truth.”

  It bothered me that she felt this way, but I was also angry that such rumors existed and were spread about my company. That wasn’t what we needed at the moment. Hell, this was the worst moment ever.

  “I didn’t know anything about it, Madison. In fact, the company wasn’t liable for what happened. We gave his family a nice settlement because he worked for us, but what happened at that site didn’t have anything to do with us. It was horrible. I felt terrible for everything that went down. But that is an old story and I’m angry that it came up just like that—at the most inconvenient time, and that you believed it.”

  “I am sorry, but it sounded too terrible for me.”

  “It is terrible, and it is unfortunate that such a thing smears our company’s name. What is past is in the past, and we must focus on the future and positive things. Who told you about it?”

  “My friend Lauren. She heard it from her boss.”

  “Damn it.” I took her by hands and squeezed them gently. “Madison, my company isn’t like that. We don’t do those kinds of things. Hell, I hate when people deal with problems in that way. From the moment we started our company, Oliver, Colten, and I swore we wouldn’t go down that criminal road. We have been always working hard and clean. Everything we accomplished so far we accomplished on our own—in an honest way. You have to believe me.”

  I caressed her soft skin, moving my fingers over hers, and smiled reassuringly to her as I waited for her response.

  Finally, she sighed. “I am so sorry, Grant. I really didn’t want to doubt you, but hearing that someone got killed was awful for me.”

  “I understand, but please, believe me. I’m not that kind of man. I will never be.”

  “I get it. I realize that you are a good guy after all. Now I know that Lauren was being paranoid and I made a mistake for not clearing this with you when she told me that. I should have talked to you immediately instead of running away just like that.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m glad that you talked to me about it now.”

  Her face showed regret and shame, but I just felt relieved that she believed me. It actually hurt me a little that she’d doubted me like that, but I understood why she’d felt this way. I knew we still had to learn a lot more about each other.

  “I almost made things worse by not coming to the meeting.”

  “Hey,” I squeezed her hands again. “That’s okay. You came and nothing else matters.”

  “Yes, and I am glad I made a right decision. I believe you, Grant.”

  I was about to kiss her, but then I remembered she’d said she felt scared, and it just confused me. Why would she feel scared?

  “Madison, why did you feel scared? That poor man’s case has nothing to do with you.”

  She licked her lips, suddenly all tense. “Actually, I think there is someone following me.”

  I tensed too, watching her carefully now. “Following you?”

  “Yes. I noticed it for the first time a few days ago when I was driving back home from work. The second time was the night before last, also when I was returning home from work. I was in the train and I felt someone’s eyes on me... It was actually terrifying, and not being able to see that person freaked me out. Then Lauren told me about that guy getting killed, and I thought the same thing might happen to me...”

  My heart rammed wildly against my chest, and I hated I had to admit her that in this way... “Actually, Madison, that was the company investigator who was following you.”

  Her eyes widened immediately, and she pulled away her hands from mine. “What?”

  I took a deep breath, feeling so guilty now. I didn’t want to scare her like this or make her feel like I considered her a bad person. “We had an investigator follow you to make sure you were who you were claiming to be, you know. Oliver and Colten had some concerns so I needed to make them feel more at ease. I knew that bringing you into this business deal was a big move and we needed to trust you. I couldn’t afford to take any risks. So that man followed you for several days to make sure you didn’t work for our competition.”

  Her face twisted into anger, and for the first time I realized that this might push her away from me, and how much that would kill me.

  Fuck, Grant, you really screwed this up.

  “I can’t believe you would do this to me.”

  “I know. I’m so sorry. This wasn’t anything personal, believe me.”

  “It became personal when you started sleeping with me!” she hissed, her eyes flashing with hurt and embarrassment.

  “I know. As the days passed and I saw how hard you worked and gave your best, I realized my mistrust wasn’t right. You proved yourself to me over and over again, and I started trusting you. That is why I called him yesterday and told him his services weren’t needed anymore. I believed you.” I growled in frustration. “I wanted to tell you this in a different way. I didn’t want you to find it out like this. I didn’t want you to feel afraid or think you are in danger. I’m truly sorry, Madison.”

  For several moments, she didn’t say anything, staring at me with insecurity. She looked like she was having an inner battle, and I felt like a complete douchebag. She was a gem, and I didn’t want to lose her over this.

  “Madison, I don’t want us to fight or for you to be angry, even though you deserve to me. I trust you. I do, and I won’t ever do anything like that behind your back again.”

  Several moments later, she finally offered me a slight smile.

  “Fine, I get it. Honestly, I’m a little offended, but I do understand. I realize this project is extremely important, and if I were you I would probably do the same. But I’m going to get you three back for this. Consider this your warning. And I want a commission on this project.”

  I felt relieved and a smile spread across my face. Now that this thing with my investigator was out in the open, I could finally relax completely. Fuck, I wanted to tell her that, and I was feeling a little guilty for going behind her back like that, but now I wanted to kiss her like crazy because she was understanding.

  “Ha! You know what? Done. The guys will deal. I’m really sorry it came out like this, so if you want a cut, take it.” I shook my head. “Damn, I want to make you happy, not hurt you.”

  Her eyes filled with joy and the smile she gave me threatened to make my heart burst—for real. When the hell did I become such a softie?

  I pulled her face to mine, desperate to kiss her, and clai
med her lips with urgency that made me hard as rock in an instant. Our tongues stroked each other in hurry, both of us hungry for much more, and I realized I needed her right now. I needed to fuck her as soon as possible or I would explode.

  What was she doing to me?

  “I need you.”

  “I need you too, Grant.”

  “Good. Then let’s celebrate today’s success properly.”

  “Properly?”

  I smirked. “Yes. As in ‘Let’s get a fucking room’ properly.”

  18

  Madison

  Shit. Why couldn’t I just deny him?

  Oh yeah because he was hotter than a Greek God. I was still a little shaken up that Grant had hired an investigator to follow me around, but considering the scope of our project, I knew it had been the right move. Besides, I should be grateful that he’d given me a chance to prove myself and work for him. Yes, I was scared and that person following me around freaked me out, but Grant had already explained himself, and I believed him. Besides it sounded like it was a company decision, maybe he was overruled.

  On the other hand, I also made a mistake for not trusting him. I shouldn’t have followed Lauren’s advice blindly. I should have talked with Grant first.

  Everything had become a little clearer since we had aired our dirty laundry. Grand had made me feel so much, and we had spent days together, getting to know each other gradually. All of that mattered, and I felt guilty for not thinking better of him. He wasn’t that kind of man—ruthless and inconsiderate of others—so it wasn’t okay of me not to trust him.

  Besides, he was so hot and charming, and I couldn’t really be without him. Even though we’d just met recently, I was already addicted to him.

  We both had had walls to break down, but now I was so glad that we managed to talk it through.

  Thankfully, I’d decided to come for the meeting. If I hadn’t, maybe the things wouldn’t have turned out so well in the end and that would have been entirely my fault.

  I smiled wildly at Grant, desperate to feel him inside of me. “And how or where do you want us to celebrate properly?”

  “We will get a hotel room here.”

  My eyes widened and my heart began beating faster. “Here?”

  “Yes.”

  His suggestion surprised me, because I’d never been the one to do this kind of thing—but hell, Grant and I did a lot of things I wouldn’t have done before. And so far it had all be worth it.

  I still couldn’t hide my hesitation. “B-but...”

  “No buts, Madison. We will get a hotel room, because I will have you as soon as possible. Let’s go.”

  His eyes filled with the raw desire burned into mine, making me feel even weaker. He took me by hand and led me out of the restaurant.

  The restaurant itself was a luxurious place, expensively furnished and servicing clients whose bank accounts were loaded with money, but the rest of the hotel was even more magnificent and breathtaking. Everywhere my eyes fell—the marble floors, the marble columns, the large floor-to-ceiling windows or the gold chandeliers and reception desk—everything was dazzling beautiful and I was awestruck.

  “Are you sure this place isn’t too expensive?” I muttered to him, feeling a bit out of place here.

  He chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s nothing that my wallet won’t survive.”

  He squeezed my hand and led me to the reception area, making an arrangement for our room.

  He took the penthouse, and my stomach somersaulted in excitement. The dirty images of everything we could do on its king bed popped in my mind, and now my pussy was throbbing.

  “I want champagne and strawberries sent up.”

  “Of course, sir,” the male receptionist clerk answered him politely.

  He ordered champagne and strawberries? Oh my.

  A minute later we headed toward the glass elevators on the other side of the lobby.

  “You have no idea what kind of things I want to do to you right now, but I can’t because this damn elevator is made of glass,” he told me after we entered one of the elevators and headed for the 20th floor, where our suite was.

  I giggled, amused by his irritation. He was holding me next to him, the warmness of his body seeping into mine, and I felt intoxicated. I kissed him in his neck, provoking him deliberately.

  “I love glass elevators! They provide such a beautiful view!”

  He growled into my ear and nipped it, and I moaned in response when the pleasure shot through me. “You really like playing with me, right? You’re doing this on purpose now.”

  His black pants did nothing to hide his enormous erection and I swayed a little, imagining it deep inside of me. How could his huge member enter my small, tight pussy the way it had, I had no idea, but my pussy accepted him each time so hungrily that it was never enough. I always wanted more. No. I needed more.

  What was my sexy boss doing to me?

  “Maybe,” I purred into his ear, sliding my hand against his stomach. His abs tensed immediately and I giggled again. I enjoyed this too much.

  By the time we reached our floor, we were on the edge of ripping off each other’s clothes. We were both panting, our desire written in our eyes, and couldn’t stop kissing. We entered our room, and just as we were about to get naked, already taking our blazers off, someone knocked on our door.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, removing his hands from the top button of his shirt that he’d started unbuttoning. “I completely forgot about the room service.”

  I stepped away from him, all flushed and tense as Grant let the young man with our champagne and strawberries in. He left the cart and left our room after Grant gave him a tip.

  “Let’s drink something first,” he said and opened the bottle of champagne. I took a strawberry and munched it happily as he poured champagne into the glasses.

  We clinked our glasses, not taking our eyes off each other as we sat on the edge of bed. He took me by hand. “You’re so beautiful, Madison.”

  I took a sip of champagne and snuggled closer to him, moving my bare foot over his calf. “It feels unbelievable to be here with you like this... You’re my boss, but I can’t stay away from you.”

  He smirked, took my glass, and put it on the glass coffee table. He returned to me and pushed me against the sheets. “Now you’ll get to see what happens when you provoke me like you did in the elevator.” He brought his lips onto my neck and sucked my tender skin. I moaned in response, pulling him closer to me.

  “I need to feel you, boss. Please...” He left several kisses all over my neck, grinding against me all the while.

  “What do you want to feel? My dick? My mouth on your hot pussy? Or my fingers deep inside of you?”

  Oh, yes. I wanted everything. “Everything, boss. Please, give me everything.”

  He smiled, ripping my shirt off me and sending its buttons flying all over bed. “And aren’t you naughty? Well, your wish is my command.” He unclasped my bra in the front and set my breasts free. “Fuck, your tits are perfect.”

  I shuddered and touched my burning pussy over my skirt in response. “Yes.”

  His eyes flashed with hunger when he saw me touching myself like this. In the next moment, he pulled my skirt and panties down forcefully, leaving me completely naked.

  “Fuck me.” He took a deep breath. “I could come just by looking at your perfect body. You’re so sexy.”

  I pulled his head and led it to one of my hard nipples. He immediately sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. At the same time, he moved his hand down my stomach and cupped my wet, swollen pussy.

  “Shit. You’re already wet for me. I want you to soak these sheets.”

  Oh God. His dirty words did wonders to me.

  He was kissing me with urgency as he lowered his head down, covering my stomach with his lips before he reached my clit. Looking me straight in the eyes, he began licking it slowly, gradually building a tension inside of me.

  “Oh, boss
...” I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, a sudden pleasure becoming too much to bear. If he continued licking me like that, I would be done soon.

  His fingers joined his tongue, moving around my sex while he pleased my clit with his skilled tongue. The next moment, he thrust three fingers deep in my wetness.

  “Ah!” I screamed, a sudden penetration sending a burning pleasure all inside of me, and I curled my toes in response.

  “Yes, baby. I want you all wet for me.”

  He pumped his fingers in and out of my slick hole, increasing my pleasure quickly as he sped up the movements of his tongue on my clit. I couldn’t take this anymore!

  “I’m going to come, boss! Please, don’t stop!” Several moments later I was exploding into thousand pieces, my orgasm so intense that my vision blackened for a moment.

  I didn’t even notice him get up and take off his clothes. I raised myself up, admiring his tall, muscular body, and focused on his sexy dark tattoo sleeve. It fitted him perfectly, and I felt so happy that this man in front of me was all mine.

  Now I needed a taste of him. I licked my lips and got on my knees. His eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

  I didn’t answer, taking his thick cock into my hand and putting my mouth around his swollen head.

  “Oh fuck,” he hissed and put his hands around my head, pushing me onto his dick. “Madison. Fuck.” I took his cock as deep as I could into my mouth, my eyes on his all the time. I used my tongue while I sucked him slowly at first, and then I increased my speed, bobbing my head up and down as his precum filled my mouth.

  “Shit. That’s so good.” I squeezed his balls with my hand, loving what I did to him. Being able to make him feel like this made me feel powerful, and I wanted to taste his seed in my mouth, but he didn’t let me continue, pushing me back onto bed.

  “Stop, baby. I just want to fuck you.”

  He took the condom out of his pants and let me place it onto his pulsating cock. In one swift move, he put my legs around his waist and entered me fully, starting his merciless tempo immediately.

  “Yes! Fuck me, boss! Fuck me hard!”