Mister Boss Man

by Ryleigh York

  “I’ll introduce you to Mr. Wild,” Gladys says. Her dour mouth quirks up in an almost smile as she turns around. This worries me. I get the distinct impression that Mr. Wild is why Gladys thinks I won’t be lasting until noon.

  “Can you tell me anything about Mr. Wild?” I ask nervously. I brush my hands against the skirt of my suit.

  Gladys lets out another hmph. “He doesn’t keep paralegals for very long. High standards. Amazing attorney. But when his paralegals screw up, he fires them.” She looks significantly at me and I swallow. “If you’re here long enough, you’ll hear him called Lucifer.”

  Oh, Hell. Of course, I’d end up with a demanding boss known as Lucifer, because I don’t already have enough problems. Gladys clearly thinks I’m already toast. Not a great start.

  The quick turnover does explain why such a plum position was even open for me to get in. I ball my hands into fists to keep my hands from shaking.

  I have no idea what Gavin will do if I’m fired on my first day. He’d probably demand I sleep with him. I shudder.

  I need to keep this job. I need to convince this insane, demanding boss that I can do the work he sets out for me.

  Gladys leads me to an office with frosted glass walls. I squint but can’t make anything out before Gladys opens a door and pushes me inside. “Wait,” she says before closing the door, leaving me trapped in the room with Lucifer.

  He’s talking on the phone and all I can see is the back of his head. Something twists deep inside of me. The back of his head looks familiar, but he can’t possibly be who I’m thinking of right now. It’s nothing more than a coincidence. There’s simply no other explanation.

  Lucifer is tearing into whoever is on the other side of the phone, his voice rough, angry, and again, familiar. No, no, no. I’m going crazy. I have to be.

  I stare at the lines of the leather executive chair he’s sitting in and will him not to turn around and see me. I want to turn tail and flee, but I’m rooted to the spot with a sick mixture of terror and curiosity.

  He hands up the phone with a definitive click.

  It can’t be him. It just can’t be. There’s no fucking way that the man I fucked two nights ago is my new boss. The man who gave me screaming orgasms so powerful I couldn’t walk straight the next day.

  The chair turns around.

  Oh. Shit.

  It’s him.

  Him, him.

  Fuck my life.

  Chapter 18

  Lucas

  “How did you find me?” I ask, eying the pretty young thing with her pink cheeks and heaving bosom as she watches me from across my office.

  Macey.

  She’s actually here.

  “I…” she starts, and then takes a deep gulp of air.

  Amused by her reaction, my mouth lifts in a smile, and I feel my cock begin to stir to life. “What? Don’t get shy now, precious. I was buried balls-deep inside your hot cunt not even forty-eight hours ago.”

  The memory of her dismissing me last night still makes me hot.

  She clears her throat and her hands fly to her hips. “I’m supposed to be your new paralegal—but seeing as how our history will make that impossible, I’ll just go…” Her eyes drift to the door, and my heart throbs in my chest. There’s no fucking way she’s walking out of here. Not now. Possibly not ever. I haven’t stopped thinking about her once since she left Second Circle.

  “History.” I smirk. “That’s a cute way of saying we fucked, right?”

  Her heart-shaped face gives a tiny nod. Her full lips press into a line. She’s stunning, and she doesn’t even know it.

  When she’d run out on me Saturday morning, she left my cock hard and wanting. I’ll be damned if she’s going to run out of here again, at least until we’ve had the chance to talk. Part of me is pissed off, but the other part? He’s very fucking turned on.

  Before Macey has the chance to respond, Isaac comes bursting into my office holding a paper cup of coffee and a huge smile on his face.

  “You made it.” He grins at Macey and offers her his hand—the one that isn’t holding his coffee, and she reaches out and shakes it firmly. There’s something I don’t like about him touching her and I narrow my eyes as I watch them.

  “I did, sir. And it’s nice to see you again.”

  Hearing her address him as sir makes my stomach clench. There’s something I don’t like about it. That word should be reserved for me, preferably while my hands are planted on her hips as I drive her back and forth on my cock.

  They exchange pleasantries and small talk while my mind replays a very vivid memory of what it’s like to be inside of her, which is not helpful to the situation currently happening in my pants.

  Thank God my erection is hidden by my desk.

  “Right?” Isaac, says, looking directly at me. In fact, they’re both looking at me, waiting for me to respond.

  I clear my throat. “Whatever Isaac, get out. We have work to get to.”

  Frowning, he shrugs and says goodbye to Macey. I hear him toss an insult my way under his breath before closing the door.

  “I need this job,” she says, before I can plan what I want to say.

  “No one’s kicking you out. Certainly not me.”

  Her shoulders sag in relief. “Okay then. So, you think this will actually work?”

  “Absolutely. I can handle it if you can.”

  She gives a determined nod. I have a feeling once she sets her mind to something, there’s nothing she can’t achieve.

  It’s settled. Macey’s staying. As my new paralegal. Which means we’ll be spending about eighty-hours a week together, including early mornings and late nights. How can this possibly work when all I want to do is bend her over my desk?

  I have to stay focused. My firm is facing our biggest deal yet, I can’t afford to be distracted. No matter how tight her pussy is, or how pretty she is, or how sweet she smells.

  Fuck.

  My cock goes hard again. I drag one hand over the back of my neck. I guess I’ll have to learn pretty fucking quickly how to work alongside her with a constant erection. This should be fun.

  “Let’s get to work,” I mutter.

  Macey gives a determined nod, but I don’t miss the way her hands tremble at her sides.

  ***

  The next few weeks pass by in a blur, but somehow—she was right. Us working together? It just works. She’s smart and driven and extremely dedicated to her work. She arrives early—stays late, and I have to force her not to work through her lunch. The truth is, I’ve never had a better assistant. Macey is astounding. I don’t know what the fuck I did before her. And I never want to find out what I’d do if she left. She’s won over just about everyone in the office. It’s easy to see how devoted she is to this firm.

  And so far, I’ve been on my best fucking manners. Well, mostly. I still check out her perky tits when she’s not looking, ogle her ass when she walks away. But that’s as far as I’ve taken it. I’m not stupid enough to harass my new employee and be served with some lawsuit. I’ve seen the news headlines, and I have no desire to become one of them. No fucking thank you.

  If I’m effecting Macey—she sure as shit doesn’t let on. She’s polite and efficient, but she doesn’t linger in my office. Doesn’t stare like the way I’ve come to expect woman will when they see me in my tailored suit and tie, five o’clock shadow, and huge bulge beneath my belt buckle. So far? It’s all had zero effect on my pretty new paralegal. It’s extremely fucking annoying.

  It only makes me want to break down all her walls that much more. The idea of getting her back into my bed consumes me day and night.

  Chapter 19

  Lucas

  “You have terrible taste in music.”

  Macey squints up at me with her black-framed reading glass perched on the tip of her nose. The look is a cross between adorably innocent and sexy librarian. It does nothing to tame my libido. She pauses her typing and fixes me with a stare. “Excuse me?”


  I smirk. “Country? Really?”

  She rolls her eyes.

  Everyone left the office hours ago. The overhead florescent lights have been dimmed and a little while ago Macey turned on a country radio station playing softly on her computer as she works. I’ve been sitting in my office for thirty minutes promising myself I wouldn’t come out here and flirt with her, yet here I am.

  “Just teasing,” I say, leaning one hand flat against her desk. “It’s late. Why haven’t you gone home?”

  Macey removes the glasses that I like way too much and releases a soft sigh. “Yes, I suppose they have. But the work didn’t stop just because the clock struck six.”

  She’s right, and it’s a sentiment I whole-heartedly agree with. Glancing down at my wristwatch, I nod. “It’s nearly eight. You hungry?”

  As if on cue, Macey’s stomach gives a loud rumble. We both break into laughter.

  “I guess that answers that,” I say, offering her my hand. Macey accepts, standing on her feet before me. Even in her four-inch heels, I still tower over her petite frame. “Let’s order delivery for dinner.”

  “Works for me,” she says, giving me an easy smile.

  It’s so nice to talk with her. I feel like ever since she started here, we’ve walked around on eggshells with each other.

  “Chinese or Italian?” I ask, leading Macey into my office where I have a small round table and a couch that will be much more comfortable for dinner and discussing the case we’re working on.

  Macey sits down on the couch, still pondering my question. “Surprise me.”

  I pull up an app on my phone and show her. “This place has the best dumplings,” I say, “if you’re not a vegetarian.”

  She probably assumes I don’t know these small details about her, but I do. I’ve paid attention to everything and more since she started here. From the number of sugar packets she likes in her coffee, to the little line that appears in her forehead when she’s stressed. I’ve been mesmerized by her from day one.

  “Dumplings sound great. And nope, I’ll eat pretty much anything.”

  “Hmm,” I murmur. “An attractive woman who isn’t afraid to put just about anything in her mouth.” I drum my fingers along the side of my thigh. Macey’s eyes track the movement, and then she blushes and looks down.

  Shit. I hope I haven’t crossed the line.

  “I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t say such things as your boss. Forgive me.”

  At this, her head snaps up and her eyes meet mine. “It’s not that. I mean...” She blushes again, stammering slightly before continuing, “I think we crossed that line before we even knew we were boss-employee.”

  Sitting beside her, I nod in agreement. “Yes, we did. In a spectacular fashion too, I might add.”

  We’re each quiet for a moment as though we’re reliving the filthy memories of what we did together. Filthy, yet beautiful. Best night of my life if I’m being honest.

  “Have you … been back to Second Circle?” she asks, toying with the hem of her skirt.

  My eyes feast on every inch of her as though she’s my last meal. She’s delicious. “Not since that night with you. I haven’t been interested in anyone else.” It’s the damn truth.

  Her breath quickens. “I see.”

  “And what about you? Any suitors?”

  A quick shake of her head is the only response I get. Then Macey bites her lip, and bats her eyelashes at me.

  A man can only be pushed so far before he snaps.

  “I’m done playing games, precious. These tight pencil skirts, the fuck-me heels…” I place one hand on her cheek, and Macey’s chest shudders with a tiny gasp. “I won’t cross the line, I refuse to pressure you, or do anything to jeopardize our working relationship …”

  Macey stops me mid-sentence by pressing her lips to mine in an unexpected kiss.

  Holy fuck.

  Wasn’t expecting that.

  A growl vibrates inside my chest, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m hauling her into my lap. Macey parts her thighs and settles right over my cock. The weigh of her in my lap is too much and my cock hardens instantly, as my hands grip onto her ass.

  “You feel that?” I murmur as Macey’s eyes widen.

  She nods, pupils huge.

  “You drive me fucking crazy. You make my cock so hard.”

  Macey circles her hips experimentally, and grinds her heat right over my dick.

  I make a desperate sound in the back of my throat.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.”

  I lift her mouth to mine and we meet in a searing kiss. While her tongue eagerly explores mine, Macey’s clever fingers get to work unbuttoning my dress shirt. I’d ditched my jacket and tie hours ago, and soon the shirt is being pushed off my shoulders.

  Macey leans back to admire me, running both palms over the muscles in my chest. “Lucas …”

  “Tell me to stop now if you’re not sure, sweet girl. No hard feelings. No shame.”

  She shakes her head. “I’ve thought about it too. Nonstop. I want this Lucas.”

  I nuzzle into her neck as I begin to unbutton her blouse. “Tell me what you’ve thought about.”

  “You. Being with you again. Having your cock in my mouth.”

  My dick throbs and leaks pre-cum in a desperate attempt to escape my pants.

  “On your knees,” I growl.

  Dinner long forgotten, I help Macey from my lap where she promptly settles herself between the wide stance of my feet. Her fingers tug at the button and zipper on my pants until they’re open, and I give my boxers a shove down until my cock is free.

  It’s so stiff, and swollen, Macey’s gaze widens as she takes in my impressive length.

  I push her blouse off over her shoulders, leaving her kneeling before me in a black lacey bra and black skirt that’s bunched up around her waist. She looks so hot.

  With slow sensuous movements that drive me absolutely wild, Macey kisses my shaft, her tongue painting warmth all along my hot dick.

  “Macey,” I groan when she treats the head of my dick to a wet suction that makes my hips lift up off the couch.

  “Show me what you like,” she murmurs.

  I love how she knows I won’t be satisfied to let her lick and suck me—as nice as it feels—I crave control and she knows that. After one fucking night together, it’s like she knows me better than anyone.

  I rise to my feet and Macey remains planted in between my shiny leather dress shoes which are spread shoulder-length apart.

  I cup her cheeks in my palms, running my thumbs over her full lips. “Open for me.”

  Macey opens and I thrust up once into her mouth, burying half my cock down her throat.

  “Hmm,” I murmur, praising her with soft strokes of my fingers through her hair. “I think we can do better than that.”

  Macey’s eyes are hazy as she blinks up at me.

  “Open wider for me baby.”

  She does and my cock slides deeper down her throat. We make simultaneous noises of pleasure. I love knowing that she enjoys pleasing me.

  “Relax your throat, Macey. I’m going to fuck your mouth now.”

  She has to work at it, but is eager to please me, Macey flattens her tongue and my cock slides deep into her throat. She inhales sharply through her nose as I pump in and out of her hot mouth.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “So pretty with my cock buried in your throat like that.”

  Macey makes a wordless sound of desire.

  I snap my hips, using her mouth for my pleasure and it’s everything. Heaven on earth.

  “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

  Macey’s hands run up and down my thigh, stroking me while I take what I need from her.

  “Gonna make me come, sweetheart.” I groan.

  Macey bobs her head, like she wants it.

  “Fuck yes, baby.”

  Normally, the first time a girl goes down on me, I’d ask her where she wanted it—ask her if she wanted me
to come in her mouth or not. But with Macey, I know exactly what she wants. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t back down, and I know she’s eager to drink my release down. Don’t ask me how I know this, I just do.

  “That’s it…”

  She licks and sucks and makes a small humming sound.

  My abs tighten and my balls draw up. “Fuck baby. Fuck, fuuuck.” And then I’m coming, and coming, thick spurts of white hot come emptying down her delicate throat, and shit, it’s so good.

  I tuck my half-hard cock into my slacks and help Macey to her feet. “Jesus, baby. That was …”

  Before I can finish her lips crash into mine, and we’re kissing deeply, all tongues and lips and teeth.

  And then I’m stripping her down, first her bra, and then her skirt and lacy thong come off next. Leaning down, I suck one rosy nipple into my mouth while guiding Macey back onto the sofa. She sits and immediately, I’m between her legs, my mouth devouring her wet, silky pussy as if it’s my job. My tongue moves in naughty figure-eight pattern right over the button of her clit, and Macey pushes her hands into my hair, crying out.

  She tastes delicious, and love how responsive she is, bucking and grabbing onto me, and thrusting her hips up into my face. I smile, and continue licking her.

  “Yes, oh God… yes… Lucas,” she moans.

  My cock hardens again at the sound of my name on her lips.

  Burying two fingers inside her, I nudge her clit with my tongue and that’s all it takes for her to completely lose it, her orgasm sharp and powerful as her body quakes and bucks.

  I hold her steady throughout it, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body.

  Macey blinks open her eyes as I rise to my knees in front of her.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  “Fuck me, Lucas.”

  “I don’t have any condoms.”

  Why in the world would I have a condom? I'd never fucked anyone in my office before. But now it seemed so incredibly stupid of me. Careless. Idiotic.

  Macey pressed a kiss to my neck, her body rubbing suggestively up against mine. “I'm clean and on birth control.”

  My cock gives a twitch, eager to be inside her. “I'm clean. Get tested every month. But I've never done that before.”