Her New Boss: A Rouge Erotic Romance

by Michelle M. Pillow

  Zoe swayed against him. Jackson led her around the room. His effortless movements attested to his ease on the dancefloor.

  ‘Do you think that is why you’re so good at reading people?’ She laid her head on his shoulder. Could he read her? Did he know the thoughts she tried to push from her mind?

  ‘Perhaps. I’m sure it helped. Working with horses you learn to look for signs that aren’t clearly stated.’ He twirled her away from him and Zoe laughed at the sudden move.

  Zoe became entranced by the euphoria of his nearness. They didn’t need music. Her head became filled with a secret song only they could hear as they danced their own private ball.

  Jackson danced with her along the hall, bringing her toward the covered stone porch in back. Evening started to darken the sky and a few stars began to show. A cool breeze stirred the air, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. Insects hummed in the background. Jackson twirled her around the porch, continuing their dance.

  Zoe laughed, carefree feelings washing through her. For the first time, conversation flowed between them. They spoke of food, of restaurants, Jackson’s many travels, of art and music. What they didn’t talk about was what was happening between them.

  ‘Are you done rebuilding?’ Zoe asked, glancing at the view from the porch.

  ‘Why?’ He laughed. ‘Does the house look unfinished?’

  ‘No, but you look happy when you talk about horses. Maybe you should rebuild the stables.’

  Jackson shook his head. ‘I don’t want to compete against the local businesses.’

  ‘Then don’t. Why does something you so clearly love have to be a business? Why don’t you just do it for yourself because it makes you happy?’ Zoe stopped dancing. The movements of his body against hers were arousing beyond measure and she needed to put distance between them to catch her suddenly choppy breath. ‘You redid the house because you loved it. Why not the stables?’

  ‘I might,’ he said, as if considering it for the first time.

  ‘If you think the other ranchers will worry, buy your stock from them, invite them over for a stable-warming party, like a house-warming for your horses, and assure them it’s for personal pleasure.’ She pretended to study the horizon when really all her attention was focused to the side where Jackson stood next to her. ‘Or, if you want to make extra cash, bring clients here and showcase your neighbors’ horses as well as your own. Or, make deals with them to help you out when you’re gone, to breed together, something so everyone wins.’ She finally looked at him. ‘From what I’ve seen you can’t do anything wrong in the eyes of this town. I doubt they’d have hard feelings about you rebuilding a historically important part of this plantation.’

  ‘You make a pretty persuasive argument when you want to.’ Jackson slid closer to her so his arm touched her as they both held onto the stone rail.

  ‘I have four sisters. Persuasive arguing is a necessity.’ She moved her little finger to touch his. ‘I can also do math in my head.’

  ‘Hmm, can you now?’ He turned to lean his hip against the rail as he studied her. ‘What’s twelve plus twelve?’

  ‘Are you mocking me?’ She crossed her arms over her chest. ‘Ask me a hard one.’

  ‘342 multiplied by 763?’

  Zoe closed her eyes for a few seconds, visualising the numbers, before grinning. ‘260,946.’

  Jackson cupped her cheek. ‘I have no idea if that is right, but I will tell you a secret. I prefer to use a calculator.’

  ‘You like pushing buttons?’ Zoe tilted her head coyly.

  His hand trailed down her throat, stopping to rest between her breasts. ‘If they’re the right ones.’

  The moonlight caressed his face, shadowing the hard planes. Her heart beat fast and hard and she knew he could feel it against the backs of his fingers. She waited to see what he would do. When he merely stood, she lifted her hand to mimic his movements, drawing the back of her hand down his cheek and neck to rest on his strong chest. His heart beat as fast as hers.

  ‘Would you like to take this inside? I could open a bottle of wine and light a fire.’ Jackson dropped his hand from her.

  Zoe knew what he was asking, what he thought would happen once he got her inside by the fire. She couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t as if she’d protested against sex so far. The truth was, she wasn’t about to start protesting against it now.

  ‘It’s a little warm for a fire, but the wine would be nice. I like reds if you have one.’

  ‘Sure. Coming right up. Do you prefer Cabernet Sauvignon, Chianti or Merlot?’ He paused, holding open the door that led into the front hall.

  ‘Sauvignon would be fine.’ Zoe followed him inside, stopping to kick off her heels in the front hall. She left them by the stairs.

  ‘Here we are.’ Jackson returned from the wine cellar, carrying two empty wine glasses in one hand and an open bottle in the other. ‘It’s only fifteen years old, but I think it’ll do.’

  Zoe smiled. He crossed toward the library, prompting her to follow. Her bare feet padded across the cool floor. In the library, he dimmed the lights and moved to a large, overstuffed chair near the barren fireplace. He set the wine down on a small round marble-topped table and pressed a hidden button in the fireplace’s mantel. A soft orange glow emitted from within, minus the heat of an actual fire.

  Zoe approached as he poured then lifted a glass to her. She swirled the wine in her glass, noting the room temperature of the liquid. Too many people tried serving red wine cold, which only made it taste bitter. Too hot, and the taste of alcohol would overpower the flavor.

  Sipping it, she smiled. ‘Who makes this?’

  ‘It’s good, isn’t it?’

  Zoe nodded.

  ‘It’s a winery right here in South Carolina. I try to buy from locals whenever I can. My brother worked there for a while. He used to be a wine technician and taught me more than I ever wanted to learn about drinking wine.’

  ‘I didn’t realize they had wineries here.’ Zoe took another drink, letting the liquor warm her stomach.

  ‘There is a whole world outside of New York.’ He sat down in the overstuffed chair as she came around the side.

  ‘How about we stop with the New York snob jibes and I’ll not call you an uneducated hick? Deal?’

  Jackson reached for her outer thigh, not getting up. ‘Deal.’

  He worked her skirt up to touch her flesh. Lashes dipped lazily over his gaze as he watched his hand on her leg in the soft light. Zoe took another long drink, finishing her glass before handing it to him. He placed it on the table and she walked around to the front of the chair. With the light at her back, she pulled at the belt of her wrap dress. Two small buttons kept it in place. She looped the belt behind his neck.

  ‘Take off the dress,’ he ordered, resting his hands on the chair arms.

  Zoe’s figure shadowed him as she stood in front of the fireplace. She reached for the buttons, undid them and slowly pulled open the flaps of her dress. It slithered off her shoulders, leaving her standing in her lacy blue bra and matching panties.

  ‘Turn around. Let me see.’ Jackson moaned as she obeyed, gradually moving in a circle before facing him again. ‘Mmm, beautiful.’

  Zoe knelt on the floor, between his spread legs. She gripped his thighs, massaging them through the fleece pants. Jackson sank down into the chair, inching his hips closer to her. Soon his cock was in her hand, hard and ready for her. He lifted himself up and she pulled down the waistband, freeing his erection.

  Jackson made a small sound of pleasure as she stroked him. Her lips followed, her tongue rolling over the tip. He tasted good, salty and sweet. She rolled his balls in her hand. There was something primal in the way his body moved and tensed against her fingers and mouth. Her teeth grazed against him and he groaned. The more she grazed, the louder he cried out. His hips pushed up, nearly choking her with his cock.

  Still, he didn’t touch her. His hands worked against the arms of the chair, gripping the b
rown suede. The muscles of his arms flexed beneath his tight flesh.

  ‘Take off your panties and come here,’ he ordered.

  Zoe pushed up from the floor, slipping the lace off her hips before going to him. She didn’t mind being naked with the lights on, because she could see what looking at her nakedness was doing to him. The potently masculine smell of him filled her nose and she moaned in desire. She kissed his stomach and chest through the muscle tank top. He panted for breath, as if fighting for control. She continued to kiss his magnificent body, wanting it, needing it. Jackson did something to her, made her want him.

  Her breasts seemed to swell against the lacy bra and her nipples ached. Cream gathered between her thighs, her pussy wet and ready for him, eager to be dominated by his cock. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her good and long. Straddling his thighs, she maneuvred her body to take him in. Jackson reached into his pocket, and took out a condom. With expert ease, he slipped it over his arousal.

  He took her hips and pulled them forward to bring her over his body. Impaling her on his cock, he groaned. Zoe tossed her head back as he filled her. Once she was fully seated on his lap, Jackson tugged her lacy bra down to free her breasts over the top of the cups. His mouth devoured her breasts, sucking and biting the nipples until she was writhing on top of him.

  Gasping, she pulled her weight up before seating herself on him again. He leant back in the chair, watching her move as she took control of the rhythm. She stared at his gorgeous face, the tense lines around his mouth trembling as she went torturously slow. It felt too good. She began to move faster as the tension built, until finally she rode him wild and hard.

  She grabbed the chair next to his head. Jackson arched up, straining to meet her pussy. He groaned noisily. Zoe tensed, climaxing hard. Jackson gripped her as he met a jerking release. He pulled out and hugged her to his chest, holding her against him, not letting go for a long time. Finally Zoe pushed up, putting space between their sweaty, glistening bodies, and adjusted her bra to make it more comfortable. Leaning to the side, she grabbed the bottle and refilled their glasses.

  ‘Let’s go upstairs.’ Zoe stood, setting down her wine long enough to slip her dress over her shoulders. Jackson pulled his pants over his hips, keeping her belt around his neck. As he grabbed the bottle and his glass, she took her panties off the floor. He didn’t bother to turn off the fireplace as he led the way through his home.

  As she passed them, she picked up her shoes and held them to her chest. Her eyes roamed over his firm ass as he took the stairs. She followed mindlessly, sipping her wine as she looked her fill of his strong back beneath the muscle tank, and the long line of his muscular arms.

  ‘I should sleep in the guest room. I wouldn’t want the maids to find me in your bed.’ She watched the side of his face for a reaction.

  Turning, he pulled her across the landing toward his room. ‘Mmm, no, they don’t come in tomorrow. You can stay in my room. I like having someone to warm my bed.’

  Zoe laughed. ‘Then you’ve definitely picked the wrong woman. I’m always cold at night. I’ll suck up all your heat.’

  He lifted a brow and glanced down toward his cock. ‘Sounds good.’

  She lightly hit his arm with her shoes.

  ‘Oh, like it rough, do you?’ He continued to chuckle. An impishly playful light entered his eyes. Hauling her to his chest, he kissed her hard and walked her with him into his bedroom. His lips tasted like the wine, his kiss just as intoxicating. When he let go, Zoe took a long drink, finishing the glass.

  Jackson held her from behind, unbuttoning her dress only to pull it off her shoulders. Next, he unfastened her bra, tugging it so it fell to the floor with the dress. Naked, she stood before him, letting his hands roam over her. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples before exploring every inch of her flesh. Hands dipped between her thighs, down her legs, up to her ass, over her back. Reaching her hair, he pushed the back of her head, urging her to lean toward the mattress.

  Zoe bent over. In the corner of her field of vision, she saw his shirt flying toward the end of the bed, followed by the unmistakable whisper of his pants being taken off. His cock brushed her slit from behind and she moaned softly. Jackson smoothed his palms over her back, drawing his fingers down her spine until she shivered. The world melted away – careers, the townsfolk, the diner, New York and Dabery. Such concerns didn’t matter, not here, not tonight. Time itself slowed when he touched her.

  Small noises washed over her as he vocalised his pleasure. He grabbed her hips, keeping her from pushing back fully onto him. His cock dipped in but stayed on the edge of her slit, teasing and tormenting, driving her crazy with lust. Zoe gasped. Why was he teasing her? She’d already come before, but felt the need again as urgently as the first time. Almost desperate to have him inside her, she groaned.

  As if the frustrated sound were what he’d waited for, he thrust forward, filling her up. The position caused her to stretch wide and she moaned, gripping the covers of his bed. He kept the movements slow and the sensation was more erotic, more real, more vivid than anything she’d ever felt. Every inch of his cock caressed her sex. She tried to stand, but it was impossible to move as he had complete control over their joining.

  ‘Oh, yeah, baby,’ he grunted. ‘You like that, don’t you?’

  ‘Mm-hmm,’ she agreed. But the moment she did, he pulled out. ‘What?’

  ‘Lie on the bed.’ He pulled her belt from around his neck, where it rested against his naked shoulders. His cock stood tall from his thighs, glistening with her body’s cream. Jackson disappeared into his closet. She shivered, crawling to lie down on the bed. When he came out, he carried her belt and three silk ties. ‘Give me your wrist.’

  Zoe hesitated.

  ‘I said, give me your wrist now.’

  The hard, demanding tone of his voice both frightened and excited her. She obeyed, watching the surreal sight of him binding the limb to one of the posters of the bed with her belt. He walked to the other side, holding his hand out expectantly. Zoe again hesitated before letting him bind that one as well, only this time with one of the silk ties. Now trapped, she wiggled on the bed.

  Jackson lifted the wine bottle, and took several long pulls from it. Setting it down, he crawled on top of her, straddling her waist with his thighs. His erection bumped her stomach as he leant over to cover her eyes with the second tie. He knotted it behind her head.

  ‘Jackson?’ she asked, her voice shaking.

  ‘If you get uncomfortable,’ he whispered into one ear before switching to the other, ‘say “bordello.”’ His tongue flicked at the sensitive lobe before she felt the bed shift. ‘You’re gorgeous.’ A finger skimmed her chest, encircling a nipple. ‘I like to watch you come.’

  Cool material whispered over her stomach and she could only guess it was the third silk tie. It danced lightly over her flesh, tickling her. He skated it over her breasts and stomach, along her neck and shoulders, down to her legs and feet. By the time he had covered every inch of her front she was gasping for breath. The silk brushed against her pussy, tweaking the little curls she had there.

  ‘Seeing you tied up and helpless, subject to my whims, makes me want to fuck you.’ Silk moved over her mouth, smelling of her cream. ‘I want to stick my cock in your mouth and make you suck it.’

  Zoe gasped, her mouth opening. The silk traveled over it.

  ‘Today, in my meetings, I wished you were naked under my desk giving me a blowjob as I talked business. I wanted to come down your throat.’ The bed shifted, but she couldn’t tell what he was doing. ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you in that bar. My cock actually ached to be inside you, just as it does now. I see you cooking and I want to dump sauce all over your body just to lick it up. I see you bend over and I want to sink my cock in that sweet ass of yours. I want to fuck you in every room of this house. I want you on my desk, on the dining-room table amidst the fine china. I want to fuck you on the kitchen floor,
in the shower, in every guest room.’

  Lips brushed her mouth and she leant up to kiss him. Her legs worked frantically against the bed. ‘Jackson, please …’

  ‘I want to keep you tied up, your body naked and ready whenever I feel the need to sink my cock inside you.’ His tone was husky and dark. ‘You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you? I can tell. Your pussy is so wet.’

  ‘Jackson,’ she breathed. No one had ever said such things to her.

  ‘Tell me, Zoe.’ He lifted her hips, shoving a pillow beneath them. ‘Have you ever been fucked in the ass?’

  She shook her head.

  ‘Mmm,’ he groaned. Jackson pushed her legs apart forcibly, coming between her thighs. Her legs clamped down on his waist but it didn’t stop him. ‘Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you’re nice and slick when I pry you open. I promise you’ve never come like you will when I fuck your sweet ass. You’ll be begging me to do it.’

  She couldn’t breathe. Darkness surrounded her and she felt the world spinning. His cock brushed her thigh and she jerked, gasping loudly.

  ‘I’m just going to get wet.’ He thrust inside her. ‘That’s right, make my cock nice and slick.’

  After several thrusts, he pulled out and drew the tip of his cock down. Her cheeks parted and she clamped her legs tighter. The pillow angled her hips up, allowing him access to her anus. The tip pressed against the rosette. Heat flushed her face. She couldn’t catch her breath. He was gentle with her, taking it slow as he eased her to his size. Nerves she never knew she had tingled.

  ‘Ah, tight,’ he groaned in approval.

  As she accepted him fully, he began to quicken his pace. Jackson rubbed her clit. Another orgasm tore through her, her muscles contracting violently around him. He cried out, loud and long, tensing against her as he came.