Boss Woman: Boss #4

by Victoria Quinn

  I breathed against his mouth, feeling his arousal burning into my skin. Now that the words were in the air and I was soaked between my legs, I couldn’t see straight. All I wanted was exactly what he promised. “Fuck me.”

  His hand dug under the fall of my hair, and he sealed his mouth over mine. He cocked his head, tilting his face so our lips could take one another perfectly. He tugged on my hair as he inched me backward, directing me to the large bed I wouldn’t have to enjoy alone. His fingers moved to the back of my dress, and he tugged the zipper to the top of my ass. It fell off my shoulders and landed around my heels. My tits were covered with tape to hide my nipples, and he tugged each one off my skin, making both of my nipples ache as the sticky material was removed. He broke our kiss to pull my thong down my long legs. He sprinkled a few kisses along my thighs on the way down. When he rose to his full height, he yanked off his tie and dropped it on top of my panties. His eyes roamed over my naked body, staring at the perkiness of my breasts, the hollow in my throat, and my slender waistline as his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. He popped each one open, staring at me like a hungry man who just ordered everything on the menu. When his shirt was finally open, he let it slide off his shoulders and onto the floor.

  His chiseled physique was as sexy as I remembered. Massive pectoral muscles covered his chest. He was broad on top and slim around the hips. He was the perfect inverted triangle, the ultimate symbol of masculinity. He was man enough to make me feel like pure woman, even when I didn’t always exhibit the most feminine traits. His tanned skin was hairless, and there were shadows across his stomach from the crevices of his abs. He was perfect, all muscle, skin, and tendons.

  My lips automatically parted so I could get more air, and my tongue swiped across my bottom lip. The last thing I was thinking about was the scandal he’d released to the media, of the photograph of him and that woman. All I was thinking about was unfiltered, unbridled lust.

  He loosened his belt and got his pants undone. They slid down his muscular thighs until they were on the floor with the rest of our clothing. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. When he was completely nude, he looked like a statue of a Roman soldier. He was powerful, timeless, beautiful. As hard as his body was, his chiseled jaw and dark eyes were harder. Nothing could compare to that forceful expression, that look that brought countless women to their knees.

  I wanted to be on my knees now.

  I lowered myself to the floor, my knees hitting our mutual pile of clothing. My hands gripped his muscular thighs for balance, and I pressed my lips to the base of his cock, the shaft of steel that was already drooling for me at the tip. I gave him a soft kiss then a swipe of my tongue.

  Hunt’s piercing expression didn’t change as his hand glided into my hair and gripped the back of my neck.

  I felt the thick vein along his length as I moved up, slowly inching to the tip where he was oozing for me. I moved farther until I reached the head.

  Hunt held his breath as he waited for me to taste him.

  I swiped my tongue over the lubricated flesh and brought the taste into my mouth. He tasted exactly the way I remembered. I brought his tip into my mouth and sucked, getting as much of him as I could.

  His lidded eyes fell as he moaned.

  I pushed him to the back of my throat, feeling him stretch my throat and cheeks. Saliva immediately began to shift in my mouth as it soaked into his skin and moved to my lips. I flattened my tongue to cushion him and slowly moved back and forth, his cock fucking my mouth.

  He gripped my neck tighter and positioned himself closer to me, giving me more of his length even though it would never fit completely inside me. “Missed my cock, baby?”

  My mouth was full so I couldn’t speak. I looked him in the eye with my mouth gaping open. I gave a slight nod.

  His fingers dug into me harder, and his hips started to thrust. He fucked my mouth with his cock and fucked the rest of me with his eyes. His breathing picked up, heavy and sexy.

  I could suck his dick all day, but I wanted to feel him between my legs, to feel him stretching me like he used to.

  He pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and raised me to my feet by the neck. Instead of throwing me on the bed, he gripped my ass with his big hands, and he lifted me to his waist. With one arm circled around me, he grabbed his cock and pointed it at my entrance. He slowly lowered me onto his length, his massive tip stretching my entrance and the rest of my channel. He sank deeper into me, pushing until he was plunged deep inside me. He held me against him with ease, my arms hooked around his neck as our faces pressed together.

  I dug my nails into his shoulders and moaned right in his face, missing how good this felt. His muscular arms held my entire weight effortlessly, his biceps clenching and his triceps tight. He stood tall in the center of the room, holding me at a height I wasn’t used to experiencing, even in heels.

  His cock pulsed inside me, savoring the feel of my wet tightness. He brushed his nose against mine, a masculine moan erupting from deep inside his throat. “Fuck.” His arms were hooked underneath my spread thighs, and he gripped my ass cheeks. His breathing didn’t escalate, and he didn’t show a sign of exertion. He held me like I weighed nothing at all.

  There was nothing sexier than seeing him stand there, his reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. His ass was tight, the muscles of his back rippling, and his firm thighs were thick. He was the perfect example of power and strength. I’d never seen a more purely masculine sight in my life. I’d never been so full of a man. I’d never been swept off my feet—literally.

  He started to move me up and down, dragging my pussy from the base of his cock all the way to the head. I was so slick that I could hear the sounds our bodies made as they moved together. He was thick and I was tight. It made for perfect fucking.

  He watched my expression as he moved inside me, his eyes locked on mine. Sometimes, he looked at my lips. Sometimes, he brushed his nose against mine. He fucked me and made love to me at the same time, letting me dig my nails as deep as I wanted. He didn’t kiss me, probably wanting to watch my reaction to him instead.

  He felt so good. He’d never felt this good. I used his shoulders to lift myself up and down even though he didn’t need the help. He carried me like a weightless doll. He sheathed his cock inside me like I was a sex toy, not a heavy human being.

  I could feel myself grow wetter and tighter, my tiny pussy riding his length so intensely. Every thrust felt better than the previous. I could stay like this forever, lifted and carried like I weighed nothing to him. The angle was deep, and he plunged himself far inside me every single time. He had complete access to me, and he took advantage of it with every thrust.

  I didn’t want to come so quickly. It would be a dead giveaway that I missed him, that I missed it when he fucked me like this. I hadn’t been with anyone else. I hadn’t even been with my hand. Over a week had passed, and I hadn’t gotten any action whatsoever. My body practically cried with joy.

  He brushed his lips over mine. “Come, baby.”

  Instead of being ashamed that Hunt knew me so well, I felt another rush of arousal. He knew everything about my body, knew exactly how to please a woman, and he could feel the desires between my legs. I clung to him harder as the heat spread over me like a wildfire. I burned everywhere, white-hot and scorching. My deep pants turned into screams. “Diesel…” My fingers dug deep into his hair.

  He yanked me onto his length at an increased speed, hitting me deep and hard over and over. He plunged inside me, giving me all of him. His actions made my orgasm stretch on forever, making it last.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I came this hard. It was the kind of orgasm that made me want to cry. Tears sprung to my eyes, and my lips quivered in ecstasy. It felt so good, so satisfying. Hunt watched my expression all the way through, the corner of his mouth raised in a slightly arrogant smile. His eyes carried the same sharp intensity, the same heated desire that nearly burned m
y face.

  The orgasm slowly flowed away, drifting from my body and making me feel tender everywhere. My body released another wave of moisture, and now Hunt was so wet he was soaked. I pressed my forehead to his and felt the unbreakable connection between us, the bond I couldn’t shake. He was supposed to mean nothing to me, but ever since the day I met him, he’d changed my world.

  He buried himself to the hilt then carried me to the bed. Effortlessly, he held me with one arm as he lowered my head to the pillow and remained deep inside me. His cock was pulsing, throbbing. He pinned my legs back with his arms and held himself over me, his cock plunging inside me.

  Now I wanted to come again.

  He kissed me softly on the mouth, his lips moving against mine with scorching passion. He didn’t move within me, his thick cock resting deep inside my pussy. Just when he gave me some tongue, he pulled away. “This is how I want to come inside you.” He shifted his weight forward, making me dip into the mattress. The pillow pushed around my head, and the sheets hugged my body. I was pinned down and dominated, my body open for Hunt to take. I was a prisoner and he was my captor, but I didn’t want to run away. “Grab my ass.”

  My hands snaked to his muscular cheeks.

  He started to thrust inside me, pushing his fat cock as deep as my body would allow.

  I yanked on his ass at the same time, pulling him farther inside me. With every thrust, I felt him grind against my clit. My pussy was ready for his seed, and the anticipation of his orgasm made me come again. “Diesel…” My nails dug into his skin, and I widened my legs farther.

  “Wider.”

  I opened my legs as far as they would go.

  He moaned as he continued his thrusts, my pussy completely available to him. He didn’t increase his pace, keeping his strokes slow and even. His eyes darkened noticeably, staying focused on mine. His cock started to thicken inside me, pulsing with anticipation.

  He held his breath as he stopped moving, his length completely inside me. He moaned with his release, dumping all of his desire deep between my legs. He closed his eyes for a moment as he enjoyed it, a flush of desire overcoming him.

  I continued to grip his ass, feeling the weight from all of his come. It was heavy and warm. It felt incredible, an experience I used to take for granted. I felt his seed drip from my entrance and seep between my cheeks to the sheets. He gave me so much that it wouldn’t fit entirely within me.

  “Fuck…” My ankles locked together at his lower back, and I hooked my arms around his neck. I pressed my forehead to his, feeling his softening cock inside me. More come dripped out, but I wasn’t in a hurry to move.

  I wanted to stay just like this. All the chaos in my heart died away. The world didn’t seem so crazy anymore. Hunt had hurt me, and I still didn’t know who I was really dealing with. But when we were together, I didn’t think about the doubt or the pain. All I thought about was this man.

  This man buried deep in my heart.

  7

  Hunt

  We spent the next few hours in bed, going at it without saying more than a few words to each other. My heart finally stopped cracking now that I was buried deep inside her. I didn’t only want her because she was the most beautiful woman in every room I walked into. I wanted to be inside her because it felt so good…feeling her heart beat in tune with mine. We were connected again, our undeniable attraction pulling us into a single person.

  If Miranda had made a move on me in the past, I would have said yes in a heartbeat. She was beautiful, classy, and successful. I wouldn’t mind spending a week in the sack with her. But since Titan had walked into my life, my attraction to other women was nonexistent. I didn’t think about sex unless Titan was associated it. Women were just pretty men, nothing more. Why would I want to be with Miranda when I was in love with Titan?

  I was actually pissed when she hit on me.

  I was pissed that I couldn’t just tell her I was seeing Titan.

  I had to lie and say I was seeing someone else while my eyes were glued to the woman to whom I was referring. My arm should have been around her waist. My fingers should have been wrapped around her wrist. I should have been the one getting her something to drink from the bar. All the men in that room should have been jealous of me, not Thorn.

  Pissed me the fuck off.

  When we were finished and her pussy was stuffed with more come than she could handle, I grabbed my clothes from the floor and got dressed. As much as I wanted to sleep beside her, I knew Titan wouldn’t go for it. She’d probably regret sleeping with me the second the haze disappeared from her eyes. She would regret this night because she was supposed to stay away from me.

  I had to give her a false sense of security.

  Her heart was still weak for me, and she still wanted me despite the lies she’d heard. When I told her it wasn’t me, she wanted to believe me. I could see the look in her eyes as she listened to me. Her fortifications were weak. She softened anytime she heard my voice. But with all the damning evidence against me, she didn’t welcome me with open arms. She was on edge, wanting to believe me but refusing to do so.

  I understood. Anyone else would have done the same thing.

  There was still hope for us.

  But I couldn’t push it. If I pressed her for more, she would just turn me down again. She would reevaluate the situation but come to the same decision. Her brilliant mind would tell me I couldn’t be trusted. She already gave me all of herself, and after the way she was hurt and humiliated, she couldn’t do it again.

  I couldn’t rush this. I had to revert back to what we used to be, two people only interested in sex. Everything else would fall back into place if I was patient enough. The truth would come out. It always did.

  I left my tie undone around my neck and turned to her on the bed.

  She sat up with the sheets pulled over her chest even though I’d spent the last few hours staring at her tits. She didn’t ask me to say, and that told me all of my theories were correct.

  “Good night.” I turned to the door.

  Her quiet voice followed behind me. “Good night.”

  I walked out and stepped into my room right next door. She didn’t know we were neighbors yet. I’d asked for our rooms to be side by side since we were business partners. The hotel accommodated the request immediately.

  Now that I was back in my room alone, I didn’t feel tired. I hopped into the shower and rinsed off before I came back into the luxurious room that was identical to Titan’s. I made myself a drink and sat on the couch in my boxers.

  I’d felt a brief moment of happiness with Titan, but now it’d been taken away from me. A thick wall was back between us. I left like we’d had a one-night stand that would never be discussed again. I stirred my drink and took another sip, feeling the misery sink into my bones. I wanted to be in that bed with her, listening to her breathing change as she fell asleep.

  But I was sitting alone in the dark—only my drink for company.

  * * *

  Marshall Tucker and I were friends. We’d partied together a few times, picked up a few women in Los Angeles and spent the evening in his mansion in Hollywood. He was a playboy like I was…or used to be.

  We had lunch at the restaurant at the resort, sitting on the patio and looking at the sailboats sprinkled across the blue water. Other associates attending the conference were there, including Miranda Peterson. She was sitting at a different table with some of her assistants.

  Marshall was in a pale blue collared shirt with dark jeans. Sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, and his skin was tanned, probably from spending a lot of time in the California sun. The top button of his shirt was open, revealing a muscular chest. He just hit forty a few months ago, but that hadn’t worn down his youth. “Now that you’ve told me business is doing well and your life is pretty spectacular…I feel like I have to ask about that interview.” He gave me a slight shrug in apology. “It was bound to come up, right?”

  So far, no one had
asked me about it, probably because they knew I wouldn’t answer. Or they just didn’t want to piss me off. “Not much to say. The interview covered it all.”

  Marshall gave a slight nod. “Gotcha. Sorry I brought it up.”

  “It’s alright.”

  “I heard you acquired Megaland. That’s a strong company.”

  “It is. I’ve already made a lot of progress with it. The guys running the company with me are very bright. They’ve got a lot of ideas and a lot of product for me to sell. I think we’re going to take up most of the space in the tech industry.”

  “Good for you. Looks like the only area you haven’t covered is sports.” He chuckled before he took a drink of his beer.

  It’d crossed my mind. I just hadn’t had time. “Not enough hours in the day.”

  “Definitely.” He clinked his glass against mine. “I’ll drink to that.” He brought his glass to his lips as his eyes glanced to the entryway of the restaurant. He took a long drink as he focused his eyes on the subject, staying put. He put his glass down without watching what he was doing.

  A man only possessed that stare when he was looking at a woman.

  I didn’t turn around to check who’d stolen his fascination.

  Marshall turned his gaze back on me. “Your business partner just walked in.”

  My eyes narrowed when I connected the dots. I’d seen him fuck women with my own eyes. I knew exactly what that look meant—and I didn’t appreciate it.