Bossing My Fake Fiance: A Brothers' Competition Romance (Irresistible Bosses Book 4)

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by Suzanne Hart


  I gave them a general gist of the kind of work our agency engaged in. How we were against misinformation, and we never floated wrong or misleading content about any of the brands or the companies we worked with.

  I answered questions about our ethics and research team—a team that was dedicated to research every company or organization that we worked with, in order to ensure that we weren’t getting involved with a brand that was involved in anything wrong.

  “At least to the best of our knowledge,” I said, ending that subject. “Of course, we have had situations where we worked with some people who were hiding information from us.”

  The people in the room seemed impressed, and I decided I’d done my job. I hadn’t come prepared for this meeting, but I felt like I’d answered all their questions.

  Michelle instigated a round of applause for me as I left the room. I caught Tessa’s eye, and saw that she was clapping too. She didn’t shy away from looking at me. And now that I’d seen her, I wanted her again. She was like an addictive drug that I couldn’t get enough of.

  “That was brilliant, Mr. Webber!” Michelle exclaimed as we stepped out of the room.

  “Could you do me a favor? And ask Ms. Munro to come into my office for a moment?” I said to her.

  Michelle looked surprised. I knew she already had her suspicions. I’d specifically requested her to reach out to Tessa, and to arrange a private interview between us for this job.

  “Tessa Munro?” She asked.

  “The one and only,” I told her with a flourish and then walked away from her, before she could ask me any more questions.

  I knew Michelle was bursting with questions. I also knew it was probably a mistake to call Tessa to my office; it would gather a lot of attention. It was a mistake just like the kiss had been.

  But I felt jittery, like I would explode if I didn’t have her in front of me right now. I needed to speak with her, and I had no idea what was happening to me.

  I left the office door open and went to my desk. What was I supposed to say to her? Would she even want to talk to me again?

  17

  Tessa

  When Michelle told me that Clark wanted to see me in his office, she had a suspicious look on her face. I tried to hide the enthusiasm from my eyes. She didn’t need to know just how excited and relieved I was to speak to him in private.

  After the kiss we shared the previous night, I was worried he would have changed his mind.

  I went to his office and saw that the door was open.

  When I stepped in, Clark looked up from his computer and told me to shut the door behind me.

  “I know we shouldn’t be speaking in private like this at work,” he said, standing up.

  I stared at him, my heart beating fast. I hadn’t slept a wink last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, even though I knew it was a mistake. If I allowed myself to get emotionally involved with Clark, it would mean the complete destruction of me. I didn’t know if I could handle another heartache, after Gordon.

  “Then why did you ask for me?” I said, clasping my hands together.

  “I felt like I should apologize to you for what happened last night. If you have changed your mind about going through with our plan, I will understand,” he said.

  I could sense that he was keeping his distance. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the edge of his desk.

  “I haven’t changed my mind,” I answered.

  He nearly looked disappointed.

  “Have you?” I asked and Clark crossed his brows.

  “Why would I? It was my idea,” he added.

  “Okay, good, that’s settled then,” I stated.

  Clark stared at me. I knew he had something else he wanted to say. I should have walked away then, but I couldn’t.

  When he took a step towards me, I felt a tingle in my fingertips. I gulped, hoping…wondering, if he was going to come closer.

  “Tessa, what happened last night…that has never been my intention with you. I do not want to take advantage of the situation,” he said.

  His brows were intensely furrowed, his face was dark and his blue eyes were as stormy as night. He inched closer to me, and my heart thudded harder against my chest.

  “I believe you,” I murmured.

  He was standing over me now, glaring straight into my eyes.

  “But if we do this, we will have to share a room,” he said. I gulped again, searching his eyes.

  “Yes, I understand. We have to do everything we can to sell the story to them.”

  Clark nodded, but ever so slightly. It seemed like he was in a trance, just like I was.

  “And share a bed,” he added.

  I nodded.

  “I understand,” I said.

  “I can have another bed put in if you like,” he said and I shook my head.

  “What if someone sees? They’ll know we’re not sleeping on the same bed,” I told him.

  “Maybe we should come to some sort of arrangement,” he added.

  “Like what? Lay out pillows between us?” I asked, a smile creased my lips.

  “I don’t have a better idea,” he replied and his gaze traveled down my body again. I could feel his eyes searing my skin. I felt hot all over. Like my whole body was on fire. I knew he was imagining me naked.

  “Okay, I’ll bring extra pillows with me,” I told him and he smirked.

  And just like that, he stepped away from me.

  “Good, I’m glad we cleared that up,” he said, returning to his desk.

  I followed him with my eyes. I had to say something…it was burning up inside me.

  “About last night…” I began. He looked up at me while he was sitting down.

  “What about last night?” He asked. His brows were crossed again, like he had no idea what I was talking about. How could his mood change so quickly? He was confusing me. Hot and cold. Near and far. It was like Clark Webber had no idea what he wanted.

  “About what happened between us,” I said.

  “I apologized to you for it already,” he replied and turned on his computer screen. Like he was impatient of having me here.

  I could still feel the effect of his nearness on my skin. There were still goosebumps on my arms and he seemed to act like he didn’t want me in the room anymore.

  “I don’t want an apology from you, Clark,” I said, as politely and gently as I could.

  He fixed his eyes on me again.

  “If you want to talk about it, Tessa, I really don’t have the time for it. You said you haven’t changed your mind about the arrangement, that is all I needed to know. Once you move into our home, you will have to follow through with the plan. You have till this evening to change your mind. I’ll send two cars around to your place by eight. That should be enough to fit in all the bags you need for two weeks?”

  Clark hadn’t even been looking at me as he spoke. It was like he’d switched off that part of him. The part that made him look at me like he wanted me.

  I didn’t reply to him. I turned on my heels and walked out of his office.

  I should have known. Why had I expected any different from him? I’d already experienced what it was like being with one Webber brother. I shouldn’t have expected any more from the other.

  I returned to my desk, under the scrutinizing gaze of Michelle. I’d just spent an unexplained fifteen minutes in the CEO’s office.

  I tried not to feel too self-conscious, but I was thinking of Clark again and how much I wanted him. I had till eight tonight to change my mind, and I already knew what I was going to do. Clark Webber was very bad for my health.

  18

  Clark

  I sent the cars to Tessa’s apartment at eight like I’d told her. Alfie was sent to bed and tucked in shortly after that and I gave Penny the rest of the night off.

  While I waited to hear back from Tessa, I made myself a drink and stared out at the city skyline in the living room.

  It was a little af
ter nine when the elevator doors opened. Tessa stepped in, followed by my chauffeur and another man who had all her bags with them. They deposited the bags at the end of the hallway and took their leave.

  It was only then that she walked towards me.

  “I wasn’t expecting you to come,” I said to her. She put down her purse and shrugged.

  “Why not? I told you I hadn’t changed my mind,” she replied and I nodded. I thought she would have by now. I thought she would have seen through the absurdity of this plan. Now that Tessa had fully committed to this arrangement, I felt a little less insane.

  “Wine?” I suggested and she followed me into the living room.

  I watched her as I filled a glass. She was looking at the art on display in the room.

  “You’ve got good taste,” she remarked when I handed her the glass.

  “I went to art school,” I told her and she crossed her brows in surprise. She didn’t know this about me.

  “I had no idea…”

  “I started off in the advertising industry as an artist, but I quickly realized that I had a knack for copywriting too,” I explained. Tessa smiled as she took a sip of her wine.

  “Aren’t you just full of surprises,” she said.

  She was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a blue blouse. She hadn’t put in much of an effort with her look tonight. And still, she was the most radiant woman I had ever set my eyes on.

  “Should we come up with a plan?” She asked.

  I was surprised by her tone. Suddenly, she sounded like she was very enthusiastic about the arrangement.

  “Sure…I mean, do we need one?” I asked. Tessa shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the couch and sat down.

  “How did we meet?” She asked.

  “At work, like I said before,” I told her and she nodded.

  “Okay, but it’s a pretty big deal. The CEO of the company dating a junior copywriter. Don’t you think?”

  She was sitting with her long legs crossed on the couch, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  “Yeah, but our attraction was undeniable and there was no use resisting it,” I said.

  There was a twinkle in Tessa’s eye now. She was pleased with the story.

  “So, did you ask me out first, or did we just fuck in your office?” She continued. There was a playful tone in her voice. The idea of fucking her in my office titillated me. I had to clench my jaw to keep myself from not lunging at her right now.

  “I doubt Gordon or Celine are going to ask us that question,” I said, smirking at her, and Tessa’s smile grew wider.

  “You’ll be surprised how much detail a jealous ex-boyfriend wants to dig out,” she said.

  “Okay. I fucked you in the office,” I stated, without skipping a beat.

  Tessa gulped the wine in her mouth, and her eyes were shining meaningfully. Was she imagining it also? Me pinning her to the wall, throwing her on my desk, taking her from behind?

  “Yeah, that sounds about right,” she said.

  My gaze traveled over her body…the way that blouse stretched over her breasts was magnificent. I wanted them in my hands. I wanted to taste them.

  “I think if they see us together, they’ll know why we couldn’t resist each other,” I added.

  Tessa put her glass down on the coffee table and stood up.

  “You mean, how we couldn’t resist each other even though I used to sleep with your brother?” She asked.

  Tessa was walking towards me, and suddenly I felt cornered. I wasn’t very sure of what I was going to do if she came any closer to me. I didn’t have any self-control around her, and she’d already experienced it first-hand.

  “Sex is a primal need,” I said and Tessa drew in a deep breath.

  “And you primally needed me, the moment you saw me,” she added.

  She stopped a few inches away from me. There was a knowing smile on her face, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was not going to apologize for it.

  I put my glass down on the bar counter and dug my hands in the pockets of my pants. I needed to do something if I was going to resist her.

  “You know, I hate lying,” she said, tilting her head to one side.

  “You wouldn’t know by looking at me, but I’m not a big fan of lying either,” I said.

  Tessa chewed on her lower lip. Did she know what I was saying? Was she saying the same thing? I’d felt a connection last night when I kissed her. There was no denying that she’d felt it too.

  Was that what she wanted again? A connection?

  “Maybe we don’t have to lie,” I told her and Tessa stretched her neck up, tilting her head slightly backward.

  “Maybe we don’t…”

  Her voice was a heavy whisper.

  I reached for her, wrapping one arm around her waist so I could roughly pull her to myself. She fell on my chest with a thud, and a gasp escaped her lips.

  “Are you sure about this, Tessa? You can tell me to stop,” I growled as I breathed in her delicious scent.

  “Please don’t stop, Clark,” she murmured, and then my lips were on hers.

  19

  Tessa

  Clark’s mouth was on mine again, and I felt like I was melting into him. He had an arm wound around me, and he was pressing me tightly to himself. His tongue was in my mouth, and his other hand was in my hair.

  Between his legs, I could feel his cock moving and growing in his pants. I’d fantasized about this from the moment I met him. Even when I first walked into his office and thought he was just my boss, I wanted him.

  And now, his hand was running down my back, reaching for my butt again. When he squeezed it, I moaned in his mouth, pressing myself even closer to him.

  I wedged a hand down between us, inching closer to his cock. When I cupped him, Clark drew his mouth away from me with a smack. There was fury in his eyes. I thought he was going to push me away, put a stop to this. But he just clenched his jaw and glared at me.

  “Let me make this easier for you,” he said, in his deep smooth voice. That British accent of his made him even sexier. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  Clark’s hands were on his pants, he was undoing his belt, pushing it down. Within moments, he was naked in front of me. His shirt was unbuttoned right to the bottom one, his cock was hanging between his muscular thighs.

  All I could do was stare. He must have thought I’d never seen a cock before!

  Clark reached for it, stroking it slowly.

  “Your turn, before I rip it off you,” he growled.

  I undid my jeans and rolled them down, then quickly pulled away my blouse. I had always been self-conscious of my body before, but suddenly tonight, I couldn’t wait for him to see me naked. Maybe it was because whenever he looked at me, I felt beautiful.

  He came up to me, wrapping me in his arms. He tilted me to the side while he kissed me again. There was a smile on my face when he nibbled my chin; his tongue slid down my neck and I couldn’t stop smiling.

  I could feel the wetness in my panties. All he would have to do was…and he did.

  Before I knew what was happening, before I could even prepare myself, Clark’s fingers were on that spot. Between my thighs. Where I was wettest and hottest.

  My cheeks flushed. Now he knew exactly how much I wanted him. He looked up at me with narrowed eyes.

  “Good girl. You’re all ready for me,” he said.

  His fingers started rubbing my pussy, right through my panties and I wriggled in his arms. I moved, curling my toes because I could feel the pressure building up.

  With one hand he stroked my pussy, and with the other he undid my bra like a pro. It fell away to the ground and he leaned closer to me. In the next moment, his mouth was on my right breast. One rosy erect nipple was between his teeth, he rolled it around while I whimpered and moaned.

  Then to my relief, he started sucking on it, licking it like a lollipop. All this while his fingers continued to rub and stroke my pussy. If I wa
s wet before, now my panties were flooded with my juices.

  Slowly, Clark started sliding my panties down till they were at my ankles.

  I got the chance to reach for his cock and I took it in my hand. I wanted him to taste his own medicine. See what it felt like to be touched and stroked like that.

  Clark arched his brows while I stroked him. His cock throbbed and grew in my hands. He took a few steps back and I followed him, till he fell back down on the couch.

  I was standing over him, and his eyes were on me.

  “Come over here,” he grunted and patted his knee. Now that he could see me naked, fully naked…completely bare, with nothing to hide; I still didn’t feel an ounce of self-consciousness.

  It was like he’d cast some kind of voodoo spell on me. I was suddenly this totally self-confident person in my nakedness. He made me feel like anything was possible.

  I sat on his knee, with my wet sensitive pussy pressing down on the hard roughness of him.

  “Move,” he said and he reached for my hair, bunching it up tightly in his hand. I didn’t know exactly what he meant, but I started rolling my hips. My pussy stroked roughly against his knee, and I felt jerks of electricity surge through my body.

  I’d never pleasured myself like this, on a man’s knee! But my clit was swollen and throbbing, and now it was getting stroked. I could feel an orgasm building up inside me. Clark was holding on to me by my hair, watching me move−my body roll and shake, my breasts bounce as I started moving harder.

  I knew I was going to come very soon. How had he done this to me?

  I touched myself, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples while I moved harder. I knew he could feel the stickiness of my juices on his knee too. He knew I was close. Was this how he wanted me to come?

  With his other hand, he was stroking his cock. It was like just looking at me pleasuring myself like this gave him pleasure too. My eyes traveled over him…his perfect chiseled body, that wide chest with the dusting of dark hair in the center, his six-pack abs. Clark Webber was male perfection and I swooned…

 

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