Boss: Romantic Thriller

by Sienna Mynx

  He lifted his head and looked at her. She was already panting as if she’d just run a marathon. “I guess you won’t believe me when I say you still have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen,” he said.

  “You’ve been in jail. Your memory has faded.”

  He kissed her pussy. He rubbed his lips over the top lips, and then used his tongue once more to make her sing his name. “I need you to take it off. Take it all off and do it slowly for me. Do you think you can do that?”

  “You’re the boss,” she said.

  Tarek smiled. He stood and shrugged off his trench. She sat up and watched him remove his gloves and place them on the nightstand. He stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt. He drew down his pants. He removed his turtleneck.

  “Tarek?” Kassidy gasped. “What happened to you?” she asked. He stared at her. She looked at the tattoos covering his body. There were eight-point stars on his knees and one to his chest. And he had a spider on a web on his shoulder. A large religious symbol of a Madonna and child was on his torso. She couldn't make out what was on his neck and arms in the dark but she could see that there was more.

  “What does it mean Tarek?”

  “Life,” he said. “My past, my present, my future. Mine and yours. You were with me when it started in Alaska. You were with me in prison.”

  “It looks dangerous,” Kassidy smiled.

  “You can handle it lisichka.”

  Kassidy eased off the side of the bed. She loved the tattoos. They were so sexy to her. So mean and dangerously mysterious. She ran her hand over the design to his chest. It was beautiful. She stepped back and he stared at her in the dark. He waited. She pushed down her skirt and reached behind her to lower the zipper. And she did this slowly without taking her eyes off him. The unveiling was the best tease. He had to slow his greed. She wasn’t his one hundred percent not yet. She didn't understand the world she would belong too. The new rules she would live bye. He would have to teach her, remake her. But his Kassidy was a chameleon. She had been one since her family died in a fire. His love for her would shield them from her demons, and his own. They were perfectly made for one another. He could read the torment over her convictions in her eyes, and hear it in her voice when she spoke her devotion. He didn’t blame her. She spent four years convincing herself that what they had was not the reality she deserved. He’d show her. He’d prove himself worthy. And he’d lie, steal, and cut throats to do it.

  Kassidy unzipped her boots and took them off once the skirt came down. She removed her sweater next.

  “Does anyone know you’re here?” she asked. “The people that did that to your body?”

  He chuckled.

  She unfastened her bra. Her breasts dropped free. She removed her panty last.

  “Tarek? What’s the plan? What’s the game?”

  He walked over to her. He moistened his lips as he looked at what would belong to him forever. “No more games. Later for the rest, Kassidy.” He wanted her now.

  “I love you,” she said. “I always have.” She kissed him. It was Kassidy that pulled him down on the bed. He couldn’t stop looking at her body. How beautiful she was, but kissing her was the ultimate treat as well. The ravishment of her mouth, lips, went further. He swiped his tongue down her neck to her nipple then teasingly drew it into his mouth. There were some changes to her body. She had wider hips and fuller breasts. He wanted to growl his dick was so cramped with arousal. Fuck! She was sexy as hell to him. Tarek thrust into her and received nothing but tight resistance. He pinned her down with her wrists above her head. He dropped his forehead on hers and thrust several times until he breeched and was all the way in. Her beautiful eyes stretched, and when he began to pump faster and faster, he watched as her long lashes fluttered shut and then lowered with desire. When their bellies rubbed and her juicy titties scraped his pecs, he nearly climaxed. Years of pleasuring himself to nothing but her memory had left him weak. But he pushed himself to be strong and endure.

  Kassidy’s thick, soft thighs clasped around his waist and held tight. He came up on his arms peering down at her as he glided every inch of his manhood in and out of her hot cinching channel. He glanced between them and down the line of their body to see his dick pull out and then disappear back into her. She grabbed his face and made him look into her eyes. She needed him focused on her. Didn’t she realize that he was?

  Tarek released. It was too soon, he knew. He was a man that had been nearly starved to death on lack of affection. This was too much too soon. Still he kept moving as he jerked out his release into her. He collapsed on her, exhausted.

  “Again, I want more,” he kissed the side of her face.

  “I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.”

  She hugged him and kept her legs fastened around his waist. He lay there on top of her for a long moment before he turned to his side and pulled out of her.

  “I don’t know what happened,” he said weakly.

  “We happened. It’s us. It feels so nice,” she groaned.

  Tarek closed his eyes.

  50.

  After a short nap Tarek’s eyes opened. Kassidy lay on her pillow staring at his chest. She traced the star on his heart with her finger. Did she even bother with sleeping?

  “Hi,” he said.

  “Hi,” she said. “You got these in prison, right?”

  “Right. You okay?” he asked.

  “I guess so,” she smiled. “It’s just strange. And you look different. These tattoos, do they have meaning?”

  “I’ll tell you the story in time. Okay?” He touched the side of her face. “First let's focus on us.”

  “Us, this? I missed you,” she brushed her lips across his. “It feels so good to be able to say it.”

  He moved her long hair aside. “I like when you say it,” he said in reference to her hair. “I like your hair like this. It’s longer.”

  “It’s a weave,” she said.

  “Yeah, well, I like it,” he smiled.

  She scooted in close and he was able to again nestle his face against her large breasts.

  “Did I pass the test?” she asked as she stroked the back of his head. He kissed between her breasts.

  “Yes, darling, you passed the first test,” he said and continued to kiss her breast.

  “There will be more test? Won’t they?” she asked.

  “Yes,” he said. He lifted the sheet and looked at his flaccid cock. “But looks like I failed you Huh?”

  “No silly, you didn’t. It was good. The best.”

  “Not the best. I’ll show you the best, in about, ah,” he checked his watch. “Twenty minutes.”

  She chuckled.

  “How does this work? What do we do now?”

  “Whatever we want” He told her squeezing her left buttock. He’d make love until his heart stopped. He’d been dreaming about this day for so long.

  “I’m in the witness protection program Tarek. I can’t just walk away,” she said.

  “Of course you can. And you will. Fly away with me,” he replied.

  She didn’t look convinced. He understood. “Tell me about your life in this town. What do you do?”

  “I’m Clarissa Wilson and I’m from Florida. I was raised in foster care and I have no family. I do little old white ladies’ hair, and I’m thinking of joining the church choir.”

  Tarek laughed.

  She hit him playfully. “It’s a sweet job. I have this client named Millie. She wants to hook me up with her nephew.”

  He stopped smiling. He looked at her and listened intensely.

  “He’s deployed in Afghanistan. He’s a part of Special Ops and really handsome.”

  “Are you trying to make me jealous or get this man killed?”

  “I’m just saying that life didn’t completely stop for me. I’ve had offers.”

  “Lucky for them you turned them down,” he said.

  “Life here was quiet, and lonely.” She said and settled down into his arms
giving him the opportunity to hold her.

  “Kassidy?”

  “Mmm?”

  “When was the last time you spoke to the Garcia's?”

  “Huh?” she asked.

  “They’re still your family right? When was the last time you spoke to them?” he asked.

  “Not since the trial. It was hard. I had to tell them what I’d been up to. We had to talk about Clarissa. It was hard. We had to say our goodbyes after the hearing, the day I testified in court. The last day I saw you.”

  “I thought so,” he turned over to his back. He reached for her cordless phone and then handed it over to her. “Call your mother.”

  “I...I...I...can’t call her. What do I say? After all this time.”

  “Call her, Now. Trust me,” he said.

  She nodded. She dialed her adoptive mother’s number. It was close to three in the morning in Texas he supposed. “Hi? Momma-Maria? It’s me, Kassidy,” she said.

  Tarek watched as Kassidy went from crying to laughing and then crying again. She rolled out from under him and sat up in bed. She talked in Spanish and she did so fast, telling her mother as much as she could in a single breath. Tarek felt a surge of guilt over the years Kassidy lost. He may have been in prison, but her being forced into hiding was a sort of prison of its own. The best therapy for her and him was to finally put the Garcia’s and their past to rest.

  “Bye, okay. Yes. Yes. I promise. I love you, too. Bye,” Kassidy said.

  “That went well,” he smiled.

  She turned on him with such happiness. “I needed that.” She jumped on him. She kissed his face, his neck, and chest. He rolled her over and took over the kissing. And then he stopped. “Now call that federal agent bastard and tell him you are leaving the program,” he said. “Tell him you belong to me now and to never contact you again.”

  “What? I can’t! No,” she said. “I think I should get a lawyer or something first.”

  “Do as I say,” he said.

  She stared at him and then nodded her obedience. She reached for the phone and called Agent Mathews. Tarek sat propped up against the pillows to the headboard.

  “I trust you Tarek,” she said. He watched her dial the bastard who took her from him. He listened as she explained that she was leaving the program. He listened as she told the agent that she had decided to be with him. He wasn’t sure what the agent said, but he could see nothing but resolve in her eyes. Tarek restrained himself and kept his anger at the federal government in check. No matter what the reasons were, he did appreciate the fucking bastard taking care of her when he could not.

  Kassidy ended the call.

  Tarek smiled.

  She returned to bed with him and snuggled in close.

  “He said I’m making a mistake, that he knows you’re connected to some dangerous people,” she said.

  “And what did you say?” he asked.

  “It’s my mistake to make,” she said.

  “It’s our mistake to make,” he corrected her and eased on top of her. He kissed her and made love to her body again. This time he pleased her first. She tasted and felt like heaven. And when he drew her down into her final climax he was convinced. This wasn’t a mistake. This is what love felt like. Love on their terms.

  About the Author

  Sienna Mynx was born in the beautiful city of Miami, Florida in 1971. She began writing at the early age of eight. The oldest of two children with a schoolteacher for a mother, she was taught the power of words and found countless adventures between the pages of a book. While other children her age shared an interest in music, sports, or even Girl Scouts, Sienna’s interests never varied. Reading was her passion.

  By the age of 13, she created a private collection of drawings and short stories based on heroines she could identify with, but who lived in imaginative worlds far removed from her suburban upbringing. She’d share them with anyone who cared to read.

  As a woman she adapted to the changes in her life by journaling and continue to explore her writing. Also an avid reader of romantic fiction and lover of television soap operas, Sienna adapted two distinct writing persona’s. T.A. Ford who is now a published author of sensual romance, and Sienna Mynx who explores the darker side of romance across genres. Currently Sienna has published over thirty multicultural romances total.

  Sienna lives in southern Georgia and is the proud aunt of three. She is employed as a technologist, and enjoys traveling, writing, and blogging.

  You can find more on Sienna Mynx and her works at: http://thedivaspen.com