Bossed by the Single Dad: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Mia Madison

  “Really. And I’ve got all kinds of plans. An obstacle course in the back. An exercise room just for kids. Cole and his friends can hang out there after school. I’m going to close the place for a month or so, make the repairs, get everything up to code. Then reopen and do it right this time.”

  “That sounds wonderful.”

  “It sounds like a lot of work. Fortunately, I won’t be alone. I’ve found a really good general manager to take charge of the day-to-day business side of things.”

  “Who, Barb?”

  Ian laughed. “She still works here. I was talking about you.”

  “Me?” My breath caught in my throat.

  “You. It’ll be perfect for you. One full-time job instead of two part-time ones. With benefits. Interesting tasks. The chance to help others get in shape, too. And best of all—a really handsome boss.”

  My mind was coming up with all kinds of reasons why this wouldn’t work, but I couldn’t help it. I smiled up at Ian’s enthusiasm. “That sounds amazing. Thank you. But what about Lydia?”

  “What about her? Her position is far more precarious now, and I’m sure she knows it. Besides, she’s my ex-wife. I’ll deal with her. You don’t need to fight my battles any longer.”

  I snuggled in his arms, trying to burrow further into his chest. Could we really be together again? He seemed to think it was possible. “I did it for you.”

  “I know. I figured that out after four days of stagnating in a drunken stupor. You did it so that I wouldn’t lose Cole.”

  “Yes,” I said, but I wasn’t sure he understood my full meaning. “But I did it for you. For your happiness. For your future… and because… because I love you.”

  “Oh, Nikki,” he said, his blue eyes so bright I nearly had to look away. “I love you too. So damn much.”

  Then he lowered his head and his lips met mine and it was like we’d never been apart. Like this horrible week had never happened. I was in the embrace of the man I loved which was just where I wanted to be.

  Ian deepened the kiss, and suddenly there were too many layers of clothing between his body and mine. Almost at the same moment, he pushed the blanket off of us as I whipped off my shirt and pulled at his. Once his shirt was off, he used those powerful arms to lift me up, allowing me to wiggle out of my pajama bottoms.

  I straddled him and resumed our kiss, pressing my body against his. This was my first time being fully undressed in front of him, and to my surprise, it wasn’t scary. It wasn’t embarrassing. It felt right. I loved him. I wanted to share all of myself with him.

  Plus there was the fact that he still seemed to worship my body. He kissed his way down my throat, leaning me backwards so that he could get better access to my nipples. “I’ve wanted to do this again for so damn long,” he growled.

  “Me too,” I said, but suddenly it wasn’t enough. I grabbed one of his strong hands, pulling it away from my side and pressing it against my breast. Then I clasped my hands around his neck, holding on so I wouldn’t fall backwards. He got the message and cupped my breasts, squeezing them. Teasing them. Using his fingers, tongue, and lips to drive me mad. “God, that feels good.”

  “Wanna go for great?” Ian’s words were a rough growl against my breast. I didn’t know what he meant until he moved one hand lower, delving between my legs. When his fingertip brushed up against my seam, I arched my spine and threw my head back.

  Ian bit down on my nipple at the same moment he slid his finger into my folds, causing me to cry out. It felt so damn good. An onslaught of sensations. I squeezed my arms tighter around his neck and writhed up and down on his finger, feeling him tease me, flicking past my clit, circling my opening, and then repeating the process.

  Quicker than I would’ve thought possible, Ian whipped me into a frenzy. “Come for me, baby. Don’t hold back.”

  But I had to. I felt that if I didn’t at least try to batten down the mounting pleasure, I’d explode into a million pieces. But Ian was relentless, working one and then two fingers inside me while his thumb found my clit.

  My breath came out in short gasps as the tension built up inside of me. With his free hand, Ian grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back so he could kiss my throat. “Come” he ordered—and I did.

  Ian’s fingers worked their magic and I screamed, my muscles spasming as I called out his name.

  “That’s it—keep coming for me, baby.”

  And he didn’t ease up until he’d given me as much pleasure as humanly possible. I leaned against him, panting, holding him close. He slid his fingers away from my drenched folds and trailed his hand up my side. When I opened my eyes again, he was licking his index finger, tasting me.

  Catching me looking, he said, “Delicious.”

  Winking, I started to kiss my way down his chest. “I need a reminder of what you taste like.”

  He caught my chin in his palm and made me straighten back up. “No way. I’m not waiting a minute longer to be inside you.”

  “Even better,” I murmured. I’d waited a long time for that, too.

  I snaked my hand down between our bodies and unzipped his fly, plunging my hand inside. He was already hard—very, very hard. Ian lifted his hips up, lifting me as well, and I managed to work his jeans down past his ass. When he sat down again, his hard cock sprang up between us.

  Rubbing my folds against his shaft, I moaned. I wanted this so damn badly. I licked my finger and then trailed it down Ian’s smooth, hard chest. When I reached his cock, I swirled my finger around the head. God, he was big. I wasn’t sure how all of him was going to fit inside me, but I sure as hell wanted to try.

  Ian fished around in his jeans pocket, and a moment later he was sheathed and ready for me. He cupped my ass, squeezing and kneading as he lifted me and positioned me over his cock. It always made me feel so good to see how easily he could lift me. I loved it when he took charge like that.

  “Are you ready for this, sweetheart?”

  “Soooo ready,” I said with a moan. I wanted him so badly.

  In response he shifted his hands to my hips and lowered me onto his hard cock. The sudden fullness made me gasp, but it felt good. It felt full, and good, and right.

  “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

  And so I did, moving my hips, establishing a rhythm. Ian thrust his hips up under me, alternating from squeezing my ass cheeks to playing with my nipples.

  I threw my head back, enjoying the feeling of my hair dancing over my naked back. Then I grabbed onto Ian’s shoulders and pulled myself close to him, kissing him as I rode him.

  “Can you come again? Tell me what you need, my sweet girl.”

  “I need you,” I panted, still moving up and down on top of him. “I want to feel you on top of me.”

  Without a second’s hesitation, Ian lifted me off of him, pushing me down onto my back on the sofa next to him. He spread my legs, pressing one up against the back of the couch and pushing my other knee toward my chest. His rock-hard cock was poised at my entrance, and he swirled it around, teasing me.

  “Oh please, Ian. Please…”

  He chuckled, an evil little sound that turned me on even more. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Absolutely sure?”

  “Ian!”

  He plunged into me, and I nearly came from that alone. Then he pushed in and out, filling me. Claiming me. Making me moan his name, over and over.

  “Ian…”

  “I’m here, baby. Fuck, you feel amazing. Will you come for me again?” His words were measured, but his breathing had sped up. He was getting close.

  In answer, I squeezed my inner muscles around his hard cock, and I swore, his eyes almost rolled back in his head. “Harder,” I urged, and he didn’t disappoint.

  As he pounded into me, I pulled him down, holding him, stroking his back, urging him to give me everything he had.

  He did—pounding into me harder and harder until my breath was comin
g out in little shrieks.

  “Come for me, Nikki.”

  I exploded at this command, shouting his name, bucking on the sofa underneath him. A moment later he stiffened, his cock pulsing deep inside me, and with a roar, he came, too.

  Aftershocks coursed through me as I pulled Ian down on top of me. He kissed me long and hard, both of us still breathing heavily, and then he shifted around until we were on our sides, my back to his front.

  Stroking my skin lightly with one hand, he nuzzled my hair, breathing in a loud breath. “You smell good. You taste good. You are good—good for me.” He reached up and eased my hair away from my face. “But if you ever break up with me for any reason other than truly wanting to, you’re going to end up with an extremely sore backside.”

  He pinched my ass cheek, and I giggled, squirming back against him. I loved this man. His strength, his protective side, his spirit—I loved everything about him. “Deal,” I said with a chuckle. “As long as you promise the same.”

  “Don’t need to,” he said, nuzzling my hair with his nose again. “You’re never getting rid of me again. And that’s a promise.”

  “That works for me,” I whispered.

  That was one promise I knew we both were going to keep.

  Epilogue

  Nikki

  SIX MONTHS LATER

  “Go, Nikki! Faster! You can do it!”

  Ian’s shouts of encouragement were rich and deep. Cole’s were smaller and squeakier, but I heard both as I climbed the wall, inch by painful inch. My fellow racers and I had just crawled on our bellies through the mud, so it was very hard to get a good grip on the rope. Once the top of the wall was in sight, I edged my feet up higher, hooking my lower leg around the top of the wall. With a mighty cry, I performed the most difficult abdominal crunch ever and hoisted myself over the wall.

  Jumping off, I landed in water, swimming a few strokes before my feet touched the ground. I passed one woman getting out—she lost her footing on the slippery grass beyond the water.

  Sprinting at full force, I ran toward the next obstacle and grabbed onto a rope in mid-air. This one I didn’t have to climb, fortunately. I just hung on and let go when rope swung toward the platform on the other side. Somehow, I timed it just right and sailed through the air a little longer than the woman next to me. Consequently, I got to the monkey bars before her.

  Upper body strength still wasn’t my thing, but I’d been training regularly at the gym. Our gym—the one that Ian and I ran together.

  As fast as I could, I crossed hand over hand, trying not to pause even when the metal bars in front of me started sloping upwards.

  I reached the other side, and I heard Cole and Ian urging me to go faster, go harder. And I tried. I really did. A balance obstacle was next. I leaped from one little round disk to the next. They got smaller and smaller as I went along. Surrounding them, as always, was muddy ground. I really didn’t want to end up in the mud again.

  The noise of the crowd told me I was getting close to the end. Moving quickly, I flew through one of the final obstacles which required scrambling over some low walls and crawling under some others. Really, it wasn’t much more difficult than when Ian set the picnic tables on their sides for Cole and me.

  Directly ahead of me was the last obstacle, and it was a big one. A padded rolling log had been set across yet another pit of mud. As I approached it, I remembered Ian’s advice. Go fast with long strides. Touch the log as little as possible. The more times my feet landed on it, the more chances it would have to spin.

  Fighting my natural instinct to slow down, I pushed ahead, jumping from the platform without hesitation. The log shifted underneath me the first time I set my foot down, but I sprang off too quickly for it to throw me. Another long leap took me halfway across, but a sudden shift almost dumped me in the mud. I took a few quick steps to recover, flailing my arms, but then I straightened and ran forward. Two more steps and I was safely on the other side. And there was the finish line right there—I watched as a woman with mud in her long ponytail broke through the ribbon.

  With my last bit of strength, I pushed myself forward, crossing the finish line, several women on either side of me. I wanted to collapse on the ground, but Ian had told me it was best to keep moving, so I walked in little circles, trying to slow my heartrate while people clapped and cheered around us.

  Finally, I slowed, bending over and resting my palms on my thighs. That’s when Cole came racing up. “You did it!”

  Laughing, I hugged him, trying not to get mud on him. “I know. I completed the course!”

  Ian jogged up next to his son. “No, he means you placed.”

  “What?”

  Cole jumped up and down. “You got third place!”

  “Really?”

  “See for yourself.” Ian put his arm around me and turned me toward the scoreboard. Sure enough, there I was. #37 had gotten third place. “I don’t believe it,” I said hoarsely.

  “Does she win a prize?” Cole asked his dad.

  “I think she gets a trophy.”

  A trophy. Holy crap, I’d never won a trophy for anything in my entire life.

  “She should at least get a prize,” Cole said.

  Ian grinned at me. “If she wants a prize, I’ll give her one.” He reached down and picked me up, spinning me around.

  Laughing, I told him to put me down. But he planted a big kiss on my lips before he did so.

  When I was back on my own two feet, I scolded him. “You got mud all over your clothes.”

  “That’s okay,” he said, treating me to a sexy wink. “They’re going to get muddy anyway when I do this.”

  Confused, I looked at him. “Do what?”

  “This.” He took a step back—and then got down on one knee.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Suddenly he was holding a little velvet box up. Inside was the prettiest ring I’d ever seen.

  Tears spilled from my eyes as Cole beamed at my side. Audience members and racers alike formed a circle around us as I blinked back tears.

  “My darling Nikki,” Ian began, and everyone fell silent. “I thought my best years were behind me. I’d had my career. Had my marriage. Had my wonderful son.” He shot a smile at Cole when he said that last part.

  “But you showed me how much more is ahead of me. How there are years and decades to fill with new adventures. New horizons. And as you taught me that, I realized that there are only two people in this entire world I want to share that time with. One is already family—he’s my son. The other is you. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. The woman I want to become my family… now, in the future, and forever. Nikki Foster—would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Yes,” I said, my voice strong despite the tears. “I want to more than anything.”

  Ian slipped the ring on my finger and smiled in a way that nearly stopped my heart. Rising up, he wrapped his arms around me. He leaned back, and suddenly I was lifted off the ground. Everyone cheered, but Cole’s voice was loudest of them all. “She got third place! She said yes! She’s going to be my stepmom!”

  That thought brought fresh tears. Yes, I would be his stepmom. And older sister. And friend. Because we were family now. We had been for quite some time, but this made it official. Ian loved me. Cole did too. A year ago, I didn’t feel worthy of love. Now I knew that not only was I worthy of love, I had lots of it in my heart to give others.

  Like the man I’d marry. And the boy I’d help to raise into a man.

  I had love.

  I had a family.

  I worked every day with the man I adored.

  I had everything I’d ever wanted.

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