Dirty CEO: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Windy City Bad Boys Book 1)

by Mickey Miller

  “Hands forward. Ass up.”

  “What are you going to…Oh, God!”

  She lost her train of thought when she felt my tongue between the folds of her pussy. I rubbed her clit lightly while I tongued the outer edges of her opening. She twitched and her body trembled. I went slow for a few minutes, letting her orgasm build. She was so wet and I greedily lapped her up, burying my face in her cunt.

  “You taste just as sweet as I remember. Sweeter,” I said when I came up for air.

  “Vince, I want this to be your cock,” she replied.

  “Oh, do you?” I said, resting a hand on her gorgeous ass. “How bad do you want that?”

  “So bad. Please,” she moaned.

  I dove back in with a renewed vigor. This time, I hooked a finger into her and moved it in a subtle one-two motion. Her screams got louder and louder.

  “I’m gonna come, I’m so close,” she muttered.

  I pulled my finger out. “Don’t come yet,” I ordered. My body had been hunched to taste Kelly, and now I stood up.

  “Turn around. And take off that dress.”

  She took it off and spun around, dangling her legs over the edge like she had before. Now, the only two pieces of clothing she wore were her black pumps and the silk blindfold. I unbuttoned my own shirt and took off my pants and briefs to match her, totally naked. I ran my hand over the rabbit tattoo on her hip. She was leaning back, perhaps not daring to touch me given the dominant attitude I’d just assumed. “What I just did, do you like it?”

  “Like what?”

  “Do you like when I order you around?”

  “I do,” she said, proudly. “But I really want to touch you right now and I’m scared I can’t.”

  I ran my hand from her thigh, up her abdomen, circled her breasts. I pinched her nipples a little, then arrived at her neck. I slipped my hand behind her head and undid the blindfold.

  Her eyes widened at seeing me stark naked. In an opposite gesture to what I had just done, she ran her fingers over my face, my chest, my six-pack abs, and finally wrapped her hand around my hard cock. She licked her lips as she touched it. I loved the feeling of her dainty hands as they tried to wrap all the way around it.

  She swallowed. “Once we do this again there’s no going back.”

  “And why would we want to go back?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. First-time jitters, I guess.”

  “This does feel like the first time again, doesn’t it?”

  She nodded and looked down. “Come on, Bunny. We’re doing this right.”

  She squealed when I picked her up off the island countertop. I carried her through the foyer and into my bedroom and set her on my satin sheets.

  Lying there, looking up at me with her mouth half open, she looked one-third goddess, one-third angel, and another third devil. That was Kelly. A woman of contradictions who had the ability to be everything I’d ever wanted, rolled up into one.

  No, fuck wanted. Needed. I needed this woman like I need the fucking blood in my veins. Maybe she was a little devil in the sack, but in that moment, I knew God had sent her to be my own personal angel for my time here on this Earth. My personal sex bunny goddess.

  “What are you thinking about?” she said, giving me a funny look as she leaned back on her elbows.

  One day, I would try to explain to Kelly all of the fucked-up thoughts swimming around in my head and how it was fate that she’d been sent to me. Someday, however, was not today.

  “You,” I replied simply. “I’m thinking about you.”

  “We need less thinking and more fucking right now.”

  I grinned from ear to ear as I laid down next to her. We kissed, tenderly, for what could have been one minute or twenty. I lost myself next to her. I fondled her clit, and she stroked my cock. I moaned and finally could take no more.

  She lay on her back as I eased inside her. My tip spread her lips, and then inch by inch, I slowly entered her. Finally, I was totally inside her. She felt like ecstasy. “Bunny, this is amazing, this is…shit. I didn’t put on a condom.”

  I was about to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around me, preventing me from moving. “I’m on the pill,” she whispered. “Just go. Please. I can’t wait any longer.”

  I grinned and ran my hand through her hair as I slowly stroked my cock into her. We looked each other right in the eye, her baby blues at my dark browns. We found our rhythm, grinding into each other’s hips slow and deep.

  It was so much different than all of the other times we’d done it. I felt like I was deeper in her than I’d ever been. She took big breaths. Her moans were elongated as she gripped the sides of my hips. Through the haze of my pleasure, something dawned on me. We weren’t fucking. We were making love.

  Our foreheads touched. She ran her hand along my chest and abs, but not once did we lose each other. I could feel her getting close.

  “I want you to look me in the eyes as you come.”

  “I will. So close…”

  “Do it. Come now, Bunny. Goddamn, you look so sexy right now. You have no idea. Fuck, I’m so deep inside you…”

  I hoisted her legs up so her knees were touching her shoulders. She screamed louder, but like a good little girl, she didn’t take her eyes off mine.

  “You’re going to come now, aren’t you?”

  “Yessss,” she cried. “Coming…”

  She gripped me tighter. With my now raw cock inside her, I could feel her convulsing around me. I was past the point of no return. I growled and grabbed her tits, her neck, her ass, any part of her available as I shot my load deep inside her.

  When it was over, I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her as tight as I could. “I fucking love you, Kelly Bunny.”

  “I love you, too, you dirty, dirty man.”

  “Hey, I am a CEO. You make me sound like this is all I do all day.”

  “You would if you could.”

  “Do dirty stuff with you all day? Yeah, you’re right. I may have to call in sick tomorrow.”

  “What happens when the CEO calls in sick? Do you have to take a sick day? Seems like it’s unfair if you can just take days off on a whim.”

  “Shut up and kiss me before I make you put the blindfold on again.”

  “I’m not opposed to that.” She arched an eyebrow my way. “We’ve got time, anyway. The night is young.”

  “We’ve got time alright. About fifty or sixty years, by my calculations.”

  I squeezed her tight again and she squeezed me back.

  I loved having a bunny that squeezed back.

  I loved her. Period.

  THE END

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  Excerpt of Hot Blooded Prizefighter

  The vultures wanted a piece of me.

  My gaze swept through the people who were piling in for the news conference. I recognized more than a few of them, but there was only one I was looking for. And hoping he wouldn’t show up.

  Richard “Dick” Morgan. He was the nemesis I didn’t want, but had anyway.

  “Connor, stop gawking at them. You still have a few minutes before you need to face the press.” My agent, Jeff Faber, said from behind me.

  I turned away and met Jeff’s steely eyes. “This is bullshit, Faber, and you know it.”

  Jeff shrugged. He’d been a fighter too, back in the day. While age had caught up with him and he couldn’t perform in the ring anymore, he kept his finger on the MMA pulse by grooming new talent. He’d found me when I had been young and raw, and molded me into the household name I was today. I owed enough for my fighting prowess.

  “Calm down. You want the big money, this is what you have to do. It’s five fucking minutes for Christ’s sake.”

  I grunted and crossed my arms. “I’m not talking about the bloody press conference.” He’d hired a f
ucking “image consultant” for me. I’d spent the past years being the hot-headed Irish fighter who put asses in the seats, and eyes on the TV during those Pay-Per-View matches. But the sponsors that I wanted in my corner thought I was too violent and off kilter.

  It was bollocks. But I knew he was right. My last purse had been high, almost two-million dollars. But compared to the advertisement revenue I could pull in, it was abysmal and not worth the battle wounds. I was getting older, and my body was letting me know I couldn’t be fighting forever.

  “Where is she?” I finally said.

  A woman pulled away from the few ring-bunnies milling around. There was always easy tail at events like this. After my news conference, there’d be a weigh-in and the usual circus bullshit that came with fights for another class. They kept themselves warm and ready in case any fighter came their way wanting to score.

  If I hadn’t known she was my new image consultant, I’d have thought she was just a groupie. The girl was fucking stacked. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail that made her neck look long.

  I didn’t even bother disguising that I was checking her out. She was dressed professionally, not showing much skin except for her bare arms. But the sheathe dress she wore, and the black and pink colorblocking, accentuated her buxom body.

  She would be a distraction.

  I turned to Jeff. “No. No fucking way.”

  The girl glared at me and crossed her arms. All that did was hike up her amazing tits until my eyes were latched onto them again.

  I pointed at the chick. “See that shit? Get me a man, a gay one.”

  “There’s no one else. Everyone is booked up, and no one wants to sully their reputation when you go flying off the handle. It’s either her, or no one.”

  The girl stayed quiet as we talked about her as if she weren’t there. Color snapped in her cheeks, though, and her bright blue eyes glittered with danger.

  Yeah, she wasn’t happy, but she was too professional to tell me off.

  I’d turned shit-talking into an art form, and now I had to play nice. This was such bullshit.

  Jeff got into my face and pitched his voice low. “You need her right now, Conner. You’re turning over a new leaf. If you want that seven-figure payday, you can’t go off half-cocked anymore.”

  I looked over Jeff’s shoulder. She really was a fucking ten. How was I not going to flirt with her? Shit, my cock was already stirring to salute her, and she was glaring at me as if she wanted to geld me.

  “What’s your name.”

  “Crystal Lawson.”

  “Nice to meet you Crystal, you’re fired.”

  “You don’t have any say in my employment, Mr. McGrath.” Unphased, she unzipped the Michael Korr’s tote slung over her shoulder, and pulled out a lint roller. “Turn around.”

  I arched a brow and Jeff shrugged. “She’s right. I hired her, you didn’t.”

  I grumbled and showed her my back.

  I was dressed in a five-figure suit, and she attacked the back of my jacket as if it offended her. It wasn’t the clothing that offended her, but the man in them. If she didn’t like my attitude now, she would hate me when I was preparing for a fight.

  Maybe that was a trick, get her to quit. If only I didn’t need her.

  She rolled the sticky side up and down my back, and even brushed it over my ass.

  “You almost done back there, sweetheart? I know my ass is nice, if you want to touch it you can just ask.”

  Crystal let loose with a sexy growl in the back of her throat, but she stepped away. I turned, and she pointed the roller at me and shook it. She reminded me of the nuns back home in Ireland, promising me I’d meet the devil if I kept acting the way I did.

  They’d been right. I’d met the devil, and won. But I hadn’t emerged unscathed.

  Maybe if she kept shaking the roller at me, I could keep that school-marmish idea in head. Only she didn’t look like a nun, and that imagery would never stick.

  “Mr. McGrath,” she began.

  “Connor.”

  She pinched her lips together and her nostrils flared. “It’s unprofessional for me to call you Connor, Mr. McGrath.”

  “Well, you have to deal with it, lass. Because I ain’t no Mr. McGrath. If you want me to answer, it’s Connor or ‘Oh God.” I flashed her my best panty-melting smile.

  Her lashes fluttered as her eyes closed for a brief despite. I had that effect on women. If they didn’t want to fuck me, they wanted to kill me.

  I waited until she calmed herself.

  “If you work with me,” and a stressed if in a capital letter type of voice. “You will call me Connor.”

  Her eyes darted towards Jeff who was watching our reaction with an amused smirk. He shook his head.

  Her nostrils flared again, but then she flashed me a smile full of gritted teeth. “As you wish, Connor,” she said with snarky little purr in her voice.

  Damn, I wondered what she’d be like in bed. Talk about unprofessional. She’d be fucking scream and run if she knew the thoughts I was having about her.

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