The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  “Face out, Kayla,” he rasps. “It’ll be easier for you to expel the toy if you’re facing out. It’s a matter of anatomy, that’s all.”

  I gasp. But obediently, I turn around so that I’m facing away from him and ease myself backwards to sit in his lap. That huge, hot length bumps against my back and George chuckles. Oh my gosh, this is so dirty.

  “Everything’s going to be fine,” he soothes. “Now I’m going to lift you just a bit, Kayla, so that you can balance on your knees. Ready?”

  I nod, so titillated. I can see our reflection in the mirror facing the bed, and it’s utterly dirty. I’m completely nude and luscious with a handsome man in back of me, ready to do the nasty. His pole shows itself intermittently in the mirror and I let out another gasp. Am I really going to take that monster inside?

  Chuckling, George does the honors. He pulls me up by the waist so that I’m straddling his lap, still facing the mirror. He pulls me up a bit more so that my knees are in a vee shape and the silhouette of that enormous rod is visible between my legs. I gasp as the huge tip bumps my back door.

  “Now lower yourself,” he says in a hoarse voice. “Pop your ass cherry on my pole, Kayla. You can do it”

  I whimper a bit as his glans edges into my hole, but I obey. Taking a deep breath, I press down with my hips. Oh my gosh, this is going to be impossible! After all, he’s big, and I’m very small. I’ve never done it the back way before, and I’m not sure my body can handle it.

  “You’re too big,” I cry out. “Oh god!”

  But George won’t give up. He grips me by my hips, stabilizing my curvy form.

  “Relax,” he soothes. “Let go and let your Earth Mother take over. This is natural, Kayla. Just press down and enjoy.”

  My eyes squeeze shut and I try to do as he commands. I press down with my hips again, and this time, a pop sounds out. My eyes fly open. Oh my gosh, did that just happen? But it’s true. With a groan, George is sliding into me the back way.

  “Hell,” he groans. “Oh shit.”

  It takes a few minutes of struggle on both of our parts, but soon, that huge, ten inch rod is in all the way. How is this even possible? I feel like I’m a pig on a stick, but in a good way. I’m being impaled on something so meaty and male that I let out a low moan of arousal.

  “Look at us in the mirror, Kayla,” George rasps in my ear. “See how amazing we look together.”

  It’s true. My eyes flicker open and I see us moving together as one, that huge shaft disappearing into my hole, and then reappearing again with each stroke. My back pucker takes, squeezing him tight as the gorgeous doctor moans throatily behind me.

  “You’re new to this, yet taking my length like a professional,” he praises me. “Who knew my beautiful little girl could be so slutty? You’re a butt slut aren’t you?”

  I toss my head and cry out.

  “I love having you in me,” I whimper. “Yes, use my body for your pleasure.”

  He growls in my ear.

  “Oh, I will, Kayla. I will.”

  With that, the pumping becomes frenetic. My bottom gets used to the rhythm and soon I’m taking hard, deep pounds in my behind like a champion. The penetration is incredible and suddenly, stars burst before my eyes.

  “Oh god!” I scream. “It’s happening!”

  “Let yourself feel,” George rasps in my ear. “Let all your inhibitions go.”

  With that, I begin to convulse. But these aren’t baby convulsions. These are huge, ten magnitude shakes, as if I’m in a storm at sea that’s also being battered by a hurricane and struck by lightning at the same time. I let out another full-bodied scream, my pussy pulsing and jerking as pleasure rockets through my frame.

  “Oh my gosh, George, I love you!” I shriek. “Yes!”

  He grabs a hold of my hips and then his jaw clenches as a vein pulses in his neck.

  “I’m coming!” he calls. “Oh baby, I’m coming!”

  Suddenly, it happens just as he promised. In the throes of ecstasy, the tiny toy slips out of my pussy and drops onto the floor, almost unnoticed by the two of us. We continue to call out and spasm, as hot gusts of seed blast my insides.

  “Yes!” I scream again. “Oh god, yes!”

  “Baby,” he moans, dropping a kiss onto my shoulder. “How I adore you, Kayla.”

  I smile once the shivers have subsided because what George and I feel for one another is real. We spoke words of love, and we meant them too. After all, we’ve been circling each other for years, unsure how to do this dance. But in one hour, the dance reached its climax, and my ex-stepdad and I are bound together now, by our shared experiences and by our love for one another. Okay, maybe it wasn’t supposed to happen exactly like this, but I’ll take love with George any day because it feels like a dream come true.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.

  “Yes,” I breathe, still watching our heaving bodies in the mirror. “Who knew it could be like this?”

  He laughs and spurts his final drops into my bottom, making me squeal.

  “You know, I meant every word I said,” he begins seriously, looking me in the eye. “I love you, Kayla.”

  Tears comes to my eyes because the fact is that I love this man too.

  “I know, George. And I love you,” I reply in a soft murmur. “I always have, and I always will.”

  “I know,” he chuckles.

  “What, you know?” I ask. “But how?”

  He grins.

  “I’ve always known, honey. You wearing those short skirts and tiny, barely-there tops around the house? You’ve been tempting me for years.”

  I blush because he’s right. I have wanted George for a long time. But as principled adults, we only acted on it after the divorce was finalized.

  “But what are we going to do?” I ask, gasping. “Isn’t this so wrong? You were married to my mom before, and now … well, we’ve done this together.”

  He grins.

  “Yes, we’ve done this, and it’s the best I’ve ever had,” he says in a low growl. “In fact, I have half a mind to make an honest woman out of you.”

  I stare at him.

  “Are you serious? But you used to be married to my mom. Who gets married to someone, divorces them, and then marries that same woman’s daughter?”

  He shrugs, but then his eyes go serious.

  “I know how it sounds, Kayla, but can you really deny how you feel? Maybe we don’t have to get married right away, but I want you to know that I own you, baby. You’re mine.”

  I nod even as my cheeks flush.

  “I know, George. I’ve always known that I’m yours, and I’m okay with that. And you’re mine as well. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”

  He nods before leaning forward to kiss me.

  “Sure. I love you baby.”

  With that, my heart melts.

  “I love you too, George.”

  With that, our hearts meld into one and we dive headfirst into the promise of eternity together.

  Epilogue

  George

  A year later.

  I tap my foot while waiting at the altar of the Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas. Kayla will be showing up any moment, and I’m excited because my gorgeous fiancée and I are finally tying the knot. Of course, Kayla didn’t want to get married at this venue initially because it was also the site of my first marriage.

  “No,” she protested. “This is where you married Victoria! Remember? It would be wrong.”

  I shushed her.

  “It’s okay baby. It’s just a location, and nothing more. It’s not feng shui and there aren’t going to be spirits that attack us.”

  She pouted.

  “But why can’t we get married at City Hall? That’s just as easy.”

  I frowned.

  “We could, but it’s too informal there. I don’t want to be married before some random officiant. I want to get married in a church, and yes, the Little White Wedding
Chapel isn’t exactly very formal, but it is a church. And the officiant does hold a degree from a seminary,” I say. “Just chalk it up to my Greek Orthodox upbringing.”

  Kayla sighs.

  “I guess getting married at St. Patrick’s Cathedral is out?” she asks with a wry smile.

  “It’s definitely out,” I say firmly. “After all, I used to be married to your mother, honey. What will people say if we get married in a lavish ceremony? It’s better just to keep it plain and simple.”

  My fiancée agreed on that, and as a result, we’re in Vegas now. It’s not bad. The church has pews made of light blonde wood, and there are a few stained glass windows here and there, believe it or not. Plus, they’ve done up the place with a lot of ivory flowers and matching ribbons, making it look very festive. I’m dressed in a dark grey suit, and I know Kayla went to buy a wedding gown with my credit card.

  Suddenly, the strains of the wedding march ring out, and I turn expectantly. Right on time because Kayla steps into the aisle and she’s absolutely ravishing. The curvy girl is gorgeous in a flower crown with a matching bouquet, and a white satin wedding gown that highlights her big breasts and even bigger tummy. After all, Kayla is in her third trimester now and our baby will be born any moment. I can’t wait for our daughter to arrive, and a sense of possession rushes through my veins.

  After all, it wasn’t that easy to get to this place in our lives. We had to keep our relationship on the downlow for quite a while after our dirty medical exam. I was recently divorced from Victoria, and we didn’t want everyone to talk.

  But we had to tell my ex straightaway because the three of us were living under the same roof. Needless to say, Victoria wasn’t exactly happy to find out that I was now in a relationship with her daughter.

  “You must be kidding me,” the middle-aged woman said when we told her. “This must be a joke. Are you punking me?”

  “Mommy, it’s not like that,” began Kayla, but I cut the beautiful girl off.

  “No, it is like that,” I said in a firm tone. “I’m in love with your daughter, Victoria, and there are no two ways about it. She’s an adult, and we have no legal nor familial ties between us anymore. Kayla is mine.”

  And that was that. Victoria shut her trap, although she moved out the next day. It made sense. It’s one thing to accept what’s happening, but it’s another to know that your daughter is sleeping with your ex on a regular basis. In fact, we were loud sometimes. My beautiful girl sometimes likes it hard and unprotected, and we didn’t hold back during those steamy sessions. Victoria must have gotten an earful, prompting her hasty departure.

  Plus, once Kayla and I began those daily sessions, we just couldn’t stop. She moved straight into my suite, and we didn’t even pretend that we were anything other than lovers. It was wonderful, to be frank, and it wasn’t surprising when she got pregnant immediately. That’s why we’re getting married now. I want my daughter to be born knowing her parents were married. It’s old-fashioned but I am who I am.

  Kayla steps up and faces me at the altar, practically glowing.

  “I love you George,” she mouths silently as the officiant begins to speak. Without waiting for the officiant’s go-ahead, I lean forward and kiss my fiancée.

  “Hey!” the old man cries out. “We’re not at that part of the ceremony yet.”

  But it’s okay because we are at that part of the ceremony. Kayla and I are pledging our love and lives to one another forever, and that’s the way it should be. I should feel free to kiss my love at any time I choose, and right now is absolutely perfect.

  “I love you,” I mouth again, despite the officiant’s grumbles.

  This time, the smile that breaks out on my fiancée’s face pierces my heart and makes my knees go weak.

  “I love you too,” she mouths back, and my soul melts. My fate was always with this woman, and now we’ll have many more years together going forward.

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  Mommy’s Boss

  By S.E. Law

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  About This Book

  My mom’s gorgeous, growly billionaire boss has threatened to fire her unless I agree to be his.

  My mom and I don’t have much in life, nor do we require much. We’re happy together because it’s us girls against the world.

  All we ask is for a roof over our head, food on the table, and maybe a night out at the movies every now and then.

  We’ve been okay so far because my mom works hard at a casino on the Strip. She puts in long days toiling away for a few bucks here and there.

  But now, Grace is sick. My mother can’t work anymore, and her heartless billionaire boss, Cameron Savage, has fired her, leaving us with nothing. Unless…

  … I become his “personal assistant!”

  What?!?!

  Who does Mr. Savage think he is?

  Okay, the billionaire’s got movie-star good looks with intense blue eyes, night-black hair, and a six pack made of steel beneath that fancy suit.

  But to my horror, Mr. Savage wants more than just an executive assistant. For this job, I have to be available 24/7, ready at the CEO’s beck and call.

  In short, I’ll belong to Cameron Savage in every way possible.

  He’s marking me as his.

  I’m his property.

  The problem is …

  … what happens if the alpha male puts a baby in my belly? Will he change his ways once he’s being called DADDY?

  This story is a forbidden, sweet and steamy tale filled with an OVER THE TOP hunky, growly badass of a CEO and a sassy, feisty girl with a strong will. Cameron Savage makes Maddy a dirty deal, but will she take it? No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers!

  20

  Maddy

  “Hi sweetheart,” my mom greets me as she comes in through the front door. Grace is just about to say something else but then she leans over, hacking and coughing like she’s short a lung.

  Immediately, I jump up.

  “Mom, are you okay?” I ask, running over to pound her on the back. But I should know better because Grace is about five foot seven and one hundred and fifteen pounds. She’s as slender as a young bough, and my hard thumps only makes her double over even more.

  “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she manages while holding a hand up. My mom looks up at me and her eyes are slightly teary from both the coughing fit and my vigorous pounding. “I’m going to be okay.”

  My heart lurches because in the harsh light of the front door porch, I can see how Grace has aged. She’s not old, not really. My mom is only forty but a difficult life has put lines onto her face early. There are brackets around her eyes and mouth that make-up can’t hide, and the look of exhaustion in her eyes is undeniable.

  It makes sense after all. My mom hasn’t had it easy from the very beginning. Grace was born into a family that never had much. As a result, when she was twelve, she went out and got her first job. It was just taking in laundry from neighbors, but it was back-breaking work and very humble, not to mention embarrassing when her friends found out. But she toiled away for years, and managed to get a high school degree even while working non-stop. Then, Grace met my dad and thought her days as a low-paid laborer were over.

  At first it was okay because my dad, David, was a handsome charmer. He had the silver tongue of an Irishman, along with canny wit and a head full of crazy ideas. The problem is that his ideas were too inspired. David was filled with all sorts of get-rich-quick tactics, none of which worked. After a flop where he and my mom were supposed to breed turkeys to sell, David high-tailed it out of Vegas, never to be seen again. My mom must have been relieved, to tell you the truth.

  But he also left her pregnant with me, and after I was born, Mom went back to menial labor. She got a job a
t a hotel on the Strip doing laundry once more, and over the next couple years toiled away like a servant. But then, Grace caught a lucky break. One day, a showrunner saw her walking across the casino floor, and asked her to try out for their next production. Voila. History was made, and Grace Mitchell became a showgirl at Le Palms.

  It’s not an easy job, although my mom never complains. As a showgirl, you have to keep lean, fit, and flexible. My mom always stretches first thing in the morning, and tries to stay limber. She wears make-up all the time, and her hair is always dyed and styled to perfection. It’s a far cry from me, her messy and disorganized daughter.

  But my mom and I are close; after all, Grace is all I have, and I’m all that she has too. It’s just the two of us against the world, so I was concerned to see my mom bent over while hacking up a lung.

  “Are you okay?” I ask worriedly again, while helping her sit in the Barcalounger in our living room. We live in a small condo off the Strip which isn’t fancy, but which is in a good location. My mom has an easy commute to Le Palms, and I can catch the bus to the local high school pretty easily.

  “I’m fine,” she says in a raspy voice with a smile. “Maddy, honey, can you get me a glass of water? I’m sure as soon as I get some water into me, I’ll be fine.”

  I scurry off, only to return with a glass of water in hand to find my mom nodding off the recliner. My heart lurches and tears come to my eyes because Grace is just so damned tired all the time. She hasn’t had a day’s rest in her forty-odd years, and her head droops wearily onto one shoulder. I can see the faint cast of exhaustion emanating from that thin frame and a lump forms in my throat.

  I’m just about to creep off with her water in hand when suddenly Grace jerks awake.