Red Hot Alphas: 11 Novels of Sexy, Bad Boy, Alpha Males (Red Hot Boxed Sets Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  “Parker. Call me Parker.” He kneads deeply into my shoulders, forcing me to relax a bit. “I want to hear my name on those perfect lips of yours.”

  How can he keep saying things like that to me? It's not fair when he's standing above me looking oh so desirable. I might just have to quit to save myself from masturbating to death at night from the things he does and says.

  “Parker.” I taste his name on my lips, and it sounds so sweet. I can imagine myself moaning it while I'm lying beneath him, feeling him ram that monster of a dick into me.

  “Mmm, yes. Just like that.” He closes his eyes, soaking in the sound.

  “I don't want to talk to you anymore.” My voice is almost a whisper. He's so seductively evil. It's killing me not to be able to touch him, to have him in the way that I want.

  “I want to know when you fucked last.” His hands glide over my shoulders and back down to my breasts. This time, he full-on gropes them, and I know with everything in me that this isn't a massage technique. I look down to see my nipples peeking between his fingers. Almost as quickly as his hands moved to molest me, they're gone, sweeping back out towards my arms like waves receding from the shore of my hope.

  “About six months ago,” I confess, hoping that if I give him what he wants, he'll give me what I want.

  “Tell me about him. What kind of man was he? Was he a one-night stand or a boyfriend?” Parker bombards me with questions.

  Recalling the memory hurts. Asher broke my heart. If I start talking about him, my day will be completely ruined. No. I can't do it. I can't go home pissed off and upset again.

  “What about you? When's the last time you had sex?” I counter with a question. I have to get Parker’s attention off of me.

  “That's not how this works, Kira.” Parker hums in amusement, moving over to work on my right arm.

  “I didn't realize there was a system to it.” My words are as dry as my mouth.

  “I ask the questions. You answer them. That's how this works.” He presses into my bicep, making me groan.

  “That's not a very fair system,” I mutter lazily, closing my eyes.

  “Life isn't fair.” That's the understatement of the year. If life was fair, him and I would be fucking right now.

  “You're right. I'm tired of answering questions though and not getting anything in return. I want to know more about you. And if you're asking such personal questions, then I think it's fair for me to ask them. But if you're not going to answer, then I'll just guess.” At this point, I'll say anything to keep him from asking me about Asher. “I bet you've had sex this week.”

  “I'm not telling.” His voice has a playful pitch to it.

  “All right, then I'm going to just assume you've had sex this week. How many lovers have you had?” My mouth is on a quest to fill however long we have left in the room together so that I can escape it with my sanity. If he wants to talk, then I'll talk, but I'm controlling the conversation from here on out.

  “Probably not as many as you think.”

  “Bullshit. I read up on you. You go through women like they're rolls of toilet paper. When I looked you up, I saw at least six different models on your arm. You're a womanizer, and we both know it.”

  My bold words catch him off guard, and his hands still. I struck a nerve. Maybe I pressed too far.

  When I look at him, he's frowning down at me. Now you've done it, Kira. He's about to fire you. Amazing job over. Oh well, at least I won't have to deal with his sexual harassment anymore.

  “You know nothing about me.” His tone is so harsh it's like a slap. A brooding expression takes over his face as he starts massaging my forearm.

  “You're right. I don't know anything about you.” My voice softens. Why do I feel guilty? He's been nothing but an asshole to me, teasing me and asking me personal questions. I should have no regrets about what I've said. “I don't know anything about you because you won't tell me anything. How am I supposed to formulate an opinion from anything other than what I've seen in the media?”

  He takes my hand in his, gently applying pressure to my fingers. All sexuality has disappeared from the air in the room around us. He stares at my palm as if he's looking right through it. And I know that he's thinking about what I said.

  “Have you ever been in love?” I look up at the ceiling. As much as I wanted him to be quiet, now that there's silence between us, it feels uncomfortable.

  “Yes.”

  Of course he's been in love before. Who his age hasn't? I'm glad he responded though, even if the answer holds no meaning.

  Finally, I cave. I know I've offended him on a deep level. I need to fix this, if not to save my job then to not feel like such crap for judging him so harshly. “I'm sorry. That was completely out of line.” He doesn't respond. He simply switches sides to work on my other arm. “You're just such an attractive guy, I figured you've been with a lot of women.”

  “I have been with a lot of women,” he admits curtly. “Maybe that does make me a womanizer. Or did, at one point.”

  “You've changed?” I cast a glance at him in interest.

  “No.” He stares straight at me. “I haven't found anyone worth changing for.”

  “Well.” I shift uncomfortably. “I suppose it doesn't matter. You're single, I assume. There's nothing wrong with getting what you need from people.” Nothing wrong except the fact that you probably leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake.

  “You don't really think that.”

  “I'm just saying that you're an attractive guy. Women obviously want to sleep with you. So if they're consenting, then why not.” Can this conversation get any more awkward? Why am I saying stuff like this? It's not even what I really think.

  “Do you want to sleep with me?”

  The question catches me completely off guard. There's an edge of arrogance to his tone, proof that things are finally smoothing out between us. I lick my lips to ward the dryness away as I think about my answer. What I say can change things between us—probably will change things between us. It's the first question he's asked regarding my thoughts towards him. I take a heavy breath and close my eyes, so I won't have to see his reaction. “Yes.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “I don't have sex with my employees.”

  It's an unexpected response and one that disappoints me to the core. Any hope that I had of sleeping with Parker Bernier fades into the distance like the setting sun. This is why he teased me relentlessly, because he knew nothing would ever happen between us. It pisses me off, and I wonder if I'll truly be able to handle the sexually charged relationship we have. Cat-and-mouse is not my favorite game, especially if the cat never devours the mouse.

  “I quit then.” Even I can't tell if I'm sincere or joking. Would I sacrifice this job to fuck him? At this point in time, the answer is a resounding yes.

  “You're lying. You don't want to quit.” He grins as he moves down to massage my foot.

  I spread my legs for him, allowing him to see my full arousal. This is my last attempt to go for him before I give up completely. At least, I hope I have it in my power to give up. He's just too damn desirable.

  His eyes travel up my legs to my pussy. “Holy fuck, you're wet.”

  “Mm-hmm.” I slide a hand between my thighs, brushing over my moist lips. He stops what he's doing to stare at me as I tease my clit with my fingertip.

  “Dear God, Kira. Don't do that.” He turns his head as if he's trying to look away, but his eyes only leave my body for a fraction of a second.

  “Why not? You've tortured me this entire time. I think some payback is in line.” I pull my foot out of his grasp and bow my legs completely.

  To my surprise, he flanks my side, grabbing my thighs and pushing them back together. “I've never fucked one of my employees before.” The statement is full of warning. If I keep pressing my luck, he's going to fire me. I'm pretty sure of it, but at this point I don't care.

  “I like pressing my luck.” I give him my bes
t wanton expression.

  “You’re not my type.” His voice is harsh, but I don't allow it to sting me.

  “That's why you always have an erection.” I call his bluff. Surely, if I wasn't his type, he'd be soft around me. But I have yet to see what he looks like soft. At worst, he's been half-hard.

  “Get off the table. We're switching places.”

  It's clearly a defense mechanism. If he's the one lying down, he won't be as tempted to touch me. I'm not giving up though. He's pressed me too far. I know he wants me, and I'm willing to lose everything to go for what I want—that thick throbbing cock buried deep inside my body.

  I obediently roll off the table and step away so that he can take my place. As expected, he lies on his back, not anticipating the vulnerable position that puts him in. As I go to dip my fingers into the massage cream, my mind fights an internal debate over whether or not I should carry through with my plan. I need this job more than I need to get laid, but if something doesn't happen between us, I'm going to go crazy. I'll end up quitting. No one can handle this kind of sexual tension every day.

  When I finally return to him, my mind is made up. I'm going to go for it. Damn the consequences. If he fires me, so what. The outcome would have eventually been the same anyway.

  My hands glide over his chest as I stand over him, my breasts hanging above his face. His eyes were closed when I last looked. He's trying his best to resist me, though his cock is still standing fully at attention, and it twitches against his stomach. Maybe if I leaned forward enough, I could reach it. I want so badly to take him into my mouth. Besides, what hot-blooded man would turn down a blow job?

  There's still a tiny bit of resistance in me though. It's taking everything in me to curtail my perverted desires. Now, I'm just torturing myself.

  “You said I'm not your type.” I fight for anything to keep myself from doing what I'm thinking about. “But you said you think I'm beautiful.”

  “You are beautiful.” The response comes out faster than I expected, causing me to smile.

  “What makes me not your type?” I inch around to his side to get a better look at his face. His eyes are still closed.

  “I don't like blondes.” He sounds completely serious. His expression is tense. He's out of seduction mode and into boss mode. I don't care though. I'm permanently fixed on the horny setting at this point.

  “Why not?” My eyes scan over every feature of his perfect face. There's a boyish charm about him. He has a strong jawline, but his features are still soft. His nose has a small crook in it as if it might have been broken at one time. It's barely noticeable unless you're right up on him. His bottom lips are full and luscious, and there's the slightest hint of blond stubble on his upper lip.

  “Stop asking me questions.” It's a demand, not a request.

  “If I stop asking you questions, then I'll have to do something else to occupy my time.” There's an erotic threat to my words that he completely misses.

  “Then do something else,” he grumbles.

  I bite my bottom lip for a moment, staring at him. Then my hand leaves his arm, and I slide my fingers into his blond hair, curling them as I lean down to kiss his delicious-looking lips. My other hand zeroes in on his cock, taking hold of it. He's thick and firm in my grip, and as I squeeze him, he throbs with excitement.

  Before I even know what's happening, he's meeting my kiss. His arm is around me, pulling me down to him. He sucks my tongue with heated fervor, moaning softly into me as our mouths move in time. When I try to pull away, he doesn't let go, following me until he's in a sitting position.

  The look on his face is pure shock. And something else. Something darker. “You shouldn't have done that,” he tells me as my hand leaves his cock.

  I lick my lips, showing him that I want more. If he's able to resist me now, he'll officially be the most unseducable man in the universe.

  He eyes me like a predator as he hops off of the massage table, and I take a few steps back, letting my vulnerable side shine through. “Get your pretty little ass up on that table.” His voice is so raw and lust-infused. I acquiesce, never breaking eye contact with him. He steps between my legs, placing his hands on my hips and resting his forehead against mine, his lips mere inches away from another kiss. “I don't like breaking my own rules.”

  “Rules are meant to be broken.”

  Our mouths collide again. This time, he takes the lead, pressing hungrily into me. His hand crawls up my back and into my hair, holding me tightly in place while he aggressively ravages my mouth. I hook my legs over his hips, feeling the heat of his sex pressing against mine. If I just wiggled a little, if I just reached down and redirected him, he would be inside of me. How much I want it.

  “Lie back.” He wraps his arms around my thighs, and before I even have a chance to protest, he's pulling me onto my back. I watch in helpless exhilaration as he kisses my inner thigh before his mouth disappears between my legs.

  The feel of his lips on my heated core is better than I could have imagined. I let my head hang lazily over the table as I moan shamelessly. Sensations are building down below that I haven't felt in a long time. He works me with skillful strokes, twirling his tongue around my sensitive clit before sucking it up into his mouth. I reach down to tangle my fingers in his hair while I buck my hips against him. The undeniable pressure is rising, and I tremble as it overtakes me, flooding me with intense contractions.

  “Oh God, Parker.” I call out his name, trying to temper it as best as I can. The last thing he needs is for the whole floor to hear what's going on between us. It's so good though, he deserves the praise.

  “Your pussy tastes amazing.” I think he's going to let up, that he's going to rise and give me what I've been wanting since the first moment I walked into his massage room when the stupid receptionist's mistake made all of my wildest fantasies come to life, but he doesn't. Instead, he bears down on me again, not satisfied until he's made me come twice with his mouth. I honestly didn't even know it was possible, but seconds later, I'm panting for breath like a woman who has been held underwater for way too long. The ripples of my pleasure drown me. It's like no other man ever existed before Parker Bernier.

  “I need you inside of me,” I practically whimper when the contractions subside. If I don't get it out now, he might go for round three, and I'd much prefer round three to be with that ridiculously huge cock of his. I long to feel how much it will stretch me.

  “I don't want to stop.” He licks up my dripping wetness, looking completely lost in the ecstasy of tasting me.

  “You don't understand.” I shake my head. “I've never wanted a dick more in my entire life.”

  “Is that so?” He peeks over my mound with an arrogant smirk. Normally, it would piss me off, but right now, I don't care if I have to make his ego explode; I'll do whatever it takes to have him inside of me.

  “Please, Parker. I can't wait anymore.” I writhe beneath him, trying to show him my body's desperation.

  “I suppose I shouldn't disappoint you then.” He stands up, giving his impressive length a few strokes before he brushes his thumb against my labia to get a better look inside. “This is going to hurt.” It's not a warning. It's a guarantee. I want the pain so badly though. Feeling his cock plunge into me is all I can think about.

  “I don't care.” I grind my hips towards him. All I care about is fucking him. Right here. Right now. No more games. No more waiting.

  “I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to have to call in tomorrow because you won't be able to walk.” There's such promise woven into his words. I can only hope that he'll deliver. I've never been fucked so hard before that I couldn't walk the next day. Sure, I've been sore, but never incapacitated.He steps around the table to the chair where his suit is lying neatly folded. He rummages through it for a foil packet. The fact that he keeps condoms in his suit pocket makes me a bit skeptical that he doesn't fuck his employees, but I don't feel like arguing about it. Any words that leave my l
ips now are going to be purely erotic, meant to spur him on.

  “You should let me suck you off first.” I watch him tear open the packet, realizing I'm about to lose my chance to taste that glorious dick of his. My tongue moves inside my mouth, imaging that it's sweeping across the wide head of his cock and over the crest.

  “I'm too wound up. I wouldn't last,” he says, and a mixture of excitement and disappointment runs through me. If he doesn't think that he'll last in my mouth, what makes him think he can handle my pussy? I'm not sure how he plans on fucking me til I can't walk if he's worried he'll quick-draw.

  “Next time.” I remain optimistically hopeful that there will be a next time. Hopefully, he won't fire me for this. If he does, couldn't I sue him over it? It's a nasty thought. I'm not cruel enough to take him to court. Besides, it was I who made the final move in the end. What happens now is all my fault.

  “You asked for this.” There's a strange threatening tint to his words as he walks up to me with sheathed cock in hand.

  I did ask for this. I want it so badly that my thighs reflexively spread for him as he approaches.

  “Put it in me, Parker. I need to feel you inside of me,” I groan, reaching up to tease one of my nipples.

  “You're so fucking beautiful.” He stares at me admiringly for a moment as I lie there on full naked display for him. If I've ever looked more wanton in all my life, I can't remember. The build was more than I thought I could stand. Now I'm like a bitch in heat. My mind and body are consumed with thoughts of being bred.

  “I can't handle it. I need you now.” I bite my bottom lip, knowing it drives him crazy.

  “Fuck. I couldn't stop myself, even if I tried.” His hands cup my ass, pulling me closer towards the edge of the table. Closer to him. I grind against his cock, the thick shaft resting between my pussy lips. He bucks slightly, teasing my clit with the veiny underside. Then he takes the base in hand and spanks my pussy a few times. The tremors of desire it sends shooting through me are almost unbearable. Even now, he's being an insatiable tease. It's driving me insane.