My Sexy Boss

by Chiah Wilder

  When he left, I went out to the balcony and inhaled the fresh ocean air. The view was spectacular: ocean in front and quaint storefronts on either side. Hearing his footsteps, I looked over my shoulder and smiled when I saw Trace come out on the balcony with two glasses of champagne.

  “You don’t waste any time, do you? Are you trying to get me sloshed?” I asked before taking a sip.

  “Yeah so I can have my way with you.” He put the bottle down on the glass table top.

  “You can have your way with me anytime.” I reached for his hand and tugged him over. When I kissed him, he tasted like champagne and spearmint and his tongue was cool inside my mouth. He ran his hands down my back, and then rested them on my hips. “Thanks for all of this. I mean the getaway and being so sweet.”

  “You never have to thank me. I’ve been wanting to spend a few days together without any interruptions for a long time. I turned off my phone and it won’t go back on until we get back to San Francisco.”

  “I like that, but what if there’s a crisis at Velocity, or your grandparents or mom want to get a hold of you?”

  “They have the number to the hotel, and Velocity has been left in good hands with my grandpa and John Bloom.”

  Mr. Bloom was the guy right below the CEO and Trace had been giving him a lot more responsibility with Velocity. “I can’t believe I don’t have to compete with your phone for your attention.” I winked at him.

  He laughed and hugged me closer. “You’re the best. You get me and the business.”

  I swiped my tongue across his lips. Being this close to him on a balcony in Carmel with the waves crashing behind us and the sweet scent of wildflowers wafting on the light breeze had my senses on high alert. The smell of him, the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, and the sound of his deeply sexy voice had me all worked up. “Do I get a reward for being so understanding?” I slipped his earlobe between my teeth and gently sucked on it.

  A low groan rumbled in his throat. “Fuck, Cierra.”

  He grasped my chin and turned my face toward his, and then he crushed his mouth on mine and kissed me hard and possessively. Shivers jolted through me as I responded back, my arms circled around him, and the champagne pouring out of my glass onto the stone tile.

  Then he pulled away, scooped me up in his arms, and carried me into the bedroom, gently laying me on the bed. Without a word, he tore off his shirt and pulled off his pants and boxers. My gaze fixed on his pulsing, hard dick and I licked my lips. He slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and with each button he undid, a spasm of desire rippled through me. By the time he had my blouse and skirt off, I was an aching, quivering mess. At that moment, all I wanted was him inside me, his lips on mine, and our bodies fused together in sweat, desire, and love.

  His tongue teased and tortured me, licking me everywhere around my neck, throat, and the tops of my breasts. My nipples, hard as hell, ached for his tongue to flick them and his mouth to suck them. When I directed his mouth to my nipples, he’d chuckle then say, “Not yet.”

  After I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, with the tip of his tongue, he flicked my nipples and my insides lurched. And when he pushed two fingers inside me as he placed his mouth over my nipples, I squirmed and twisted underneath him, digging my nails into his shoulders.

  “I’m so crazy about you,” he muttered as he pulled up and grabbed my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. Then he leaned over, kissed me deeply and entered me. He felt so good inside me, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked it. That one action made him pull out and slam back into me so hard that I gasped out loud while he groaned as he went in and out of me with such ferocity and speed that I thought I’d lose my mind in a perpetual state of euphoria.

  As he pushed against me, he went deeper and deeper inside me, and every muscle inside me coiled like a spring. And then he hit the spot that sent me over the edge. My orgasm tore through my body in wave after wave of relief. Trace stiffened then he held my gaze as he rasped, “Cierra,” then I felt the heat from him explode inside me. He lay on top of me completely still, his dick throbbing inside me. It was the best feeling in the world.

  After a long while, he rolled off me and drew me close to him, tucking me under the crook of his arm. He stroked my hair as the ocean breeze dried our sweaty bodies. From the window, I could see the tops of maple trees shaking in the light wind. My hand flew to my stomach when it growled, and Trace kissed the top of my head.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Starving.” I hadn’t eaten since the morning and it was just a power smoothie, and the aromas of chargrilled seafood wafting in from the restaurant below us smelled so damn good.

  He pushed up and reclined against the headboard. “Let’s get dressed and get some dinner. After we’re done, we can take a walk around the town.”

  An hour later, Trace pulled out the chair for me on the heated patio at Daisy’s Ranch restaurant. Piano music filtered in from inside the eatery as patrons sang along to old Broadway tunes. I ordered a glass of cabernet and Trace had scotch on the rocks. Overhead, the silhouette of birds flew across a sky ablaze with magenta and orange hues.

  The restaurant used to be a dairy farm back in the early 1900s, and it had been restored by the descendants and turned into a renowned restaurant on the Monterey Peninsula. It was still a working sheep and dairy ranch and people came from all over the county to dine on the fine American cuisine and to take in the view. And the view was gorgeous: sheep grazing in meadows accented in a sea of purple wildflowers, Santa Lucia Mountains in the near distance and the ocean’s crashing waves. It was the perfect place for a romantic dinner.

  “I love it here. It’s so peaceful and beautiful,” I said.

  Trace smiled. “You’re perfect and beautiful.” He grasped my hand in his and brought it to his lips. His eyes caught mine, and I saw the sunset’s shimmering glow reflected in them.

  “I love being here with you,” I whispered.

  He placed his hand over mine and leaned forward. “Come here,” he ordered.

  I stretched over and met his lips halfway and we kissed. I pulled away when the waiter came to our table and placed a plate of prime rib in front of me and a plate of filet mignon and lobster tails in front of him.

  As we ate, Trace kept looking at me. “Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have some food on my face?” I took my napkin and wiped all around my mouth.

  He chuckled. “Nothing like that. I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have such a beautiful and intelligent woman in my life. I never told you how grateful I was to have you in my life when I was dealing with all that shit with my brother. I still can’t believe Ryan is actually alive, let alone that he scammed us the way he did. Even thinking of him in a federal prison blows my mind. You were so supportive and such a good listener when I needed to vent. You made something so fucking horrible not so bad. I don’t know how I would’ve dealt with any of it if you hadn’t been in my life.”

  My heart swelled with love for him and wetness stung my eyes. I refused to cry and go all mushy on him, so I squeezed his hand and reached over with my other and caressed the side of his face. “I’ll always be there for you like you’ll be there for me. Whenever you want to talk, I’ll listen. I know the whole thing with Ryan will take a very long time to get through and reconcile, and I’ll be there for you when you need me to be.”

  “I know, and that’s what I love about you—your generosity and sincerity. You love, give, and support from your heart. I never thought I’d find a woman who wanted me for who I am and not for my background and money.”

  I felt my cheeks heat up and knew I was blushing like a fool. My emotions were all bottled up inside me and they swirled around like whirling dancers who turned too fast and couldn’t stop. I couldn’t articulate what I was feeling, but by the way he smiled and watched me, he knew he’d touched me deeply.

  “I have something for you,” he said as he took his hand off mine. He reached inside
his jacket and took out a long box wrapped in shiny gold paper with a small sliver bow.

  “Trace, you didn’t have to get me anything,” I said as he placed the box in my hand. From the look of it, I figured it was a bracelet. I’d become obsessed with charm bracelets in the past month and every time I went somewhere, I came back with a charm. I already had plans on buying several of them during our weekend in Carmel.

  “Go ahead and open it.”

  I ripped off the paper and ran my fingers over the black velvet box. I opened it and stared blankly at the pillows of cotton. Lifting up the cotton, there wasn’t a bracelet in sight, but there was a gorgeous large diamond solitaire. Its brilliance sparkled and picked up the lights from overhead. At first I was mixed up because there wasn’t a bracelet, and then I heard Trace’s voice.

  “Cierra. You are my life and my love, and I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you be my wife and marry me?”

  Did I hear him right? Did he just ask me to marry him. Holy shit! “Yes!” Several diners turned and looked over at us, some frowning at my outburst, but I didn’t give a damn. I was in love and expected to have outbursts from time to time. I sprang from my chair, bent down, and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him all over his face.

  He laughed and pushed his chair back, pulling me onto his lap. Then we kissed long and deep until the waiter clearing his throat broke through our haze of love and desire.

  “Would you like some dessert?” he asked as he cleared our plates away.

  “No thank you,” I said.

  “You’re going to be mine,” Trace whispered in my ear and shivers slid around my nerves.

  On the way back to the inn, I rested my head against Trace’s shoulder. I was out-of-my-mind overjoyed to spend the rest of my life with the only man I ever truly loved. I glanced at my finger and admired the ring: simple and elegant and perfect, like Trace. I couldn’t wait to call and tell my parents. I couldn’t wait to tell Sofie. I couldn’t believe he asked me to marry him. I was excited, overwhelmed, and happy all rolled together.

  As we drove through the town, I was taken with its architectural storybook cottages and Swiss Alpine chalets, quaint cafes, majestic cypresses, and silky white beaches. Hands down, the trip was my best one ever. Trace bent down and kissed my forehead. I wrapped my fingers over his firm bicep and snuggled deeper into his shoulder. Goose bumps stippled my arms as the chilly night time air blew around us. The top was down, Trace had cranked the heater at full blast, the stars lit up the dark sky, and the reflection of the moon shivered on the rippling ocean water. I was the happiest woman alive.

  Trace pulled in front of the inn and we made our way back to our room. When he closed the door, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders. I laughed and snorted as he rubbed my butt and walked straight into the bedroom. Dropping me on the bed, he said, “It’s high time we make use of that tub.”

  I jumped up and wrapped myself around him. He picked me up and took me to the bathroom. The tub had candles around it, and after he placed me on my feet, I lit them and turned down the lights. The moonlight seeped in through the large window and we slowly undressed each other.

  Turning on the water, he helped me into the tub and he sat down and pulled me into him, my back against his chest. As the jet sprays vibrated, he made my body come alive with his kisses.

  Then I remembered I hadn’t called my parents yet to tell them the news. Trace placed his hand over my breast and his thumb grazed my hardening nipple.

  I can call my parents tomorrow. Tonight is for us.

  I craned my neck and his lips pressed against mine, and I kissed the love of my life deeply.

  Trace was a part of me and I was a part of him; we were the biggest part of each other. And that was the most wonderful thing about being in love with him. Life was so incredible, and with him by my side forever, anything was possible.

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  Notes from Chiah

  As always, I have a team behind me making sure I shine and continue on my writing journey. It is their support, encouragement, and dedication that pushes me further in my writing journey. And then, it is my wonderful readers who have supported me and read my stories. Without you—the readers—an author’s words are just letters on a page. The emotions you take away from the words breathe life into the story.

  Thank you to my amazing Personal Assistant Natalie Weston. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I value your suggestions and opinions, and my world is so much saner with you in it. You make sure my world flows more smoothly, and you’re always willing to jump in and help me. I appreciate the time you took in reading and offering suggestions with the book. And a big thank you for watching out for me when I’m in writer mode and live life with blinders on. I’m thrilled you are on my team!

  Thank you to my editor, Kristin, for all your insightful edits, excitement with My Sexy Boss. I truly value your editorial eyes and suggestions as well as the time you spend. You’re the best!

  Thank you to my wonderful beta readers, Jesse, Kolleen, Jeni, and Barbara. Your enthusiasm and suggestions for My Sexy Boss were spot on and helped me to put out a stronger, cleaner novel. Your excitement for me in venturing out into a new genre was a huge confidence boost.

  Thank you to the bloggers for your support in reading my book, sharing it, reviewing it, and getting my name out there. I so appreciate all your efforts. You all are so invaluable. I hope you know that. Without you, the indie author would be lost. And thank you to the bloggers who have been with me from my very first book, “Hawk’s Property: Insurgents Motorcycle Club.” Your continued support for my books is beyond awesome!

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  My Sex
y Boss

  Dear Readers,

  Thank you for reading my book. I hope you enjoyed this sexy contemporary romance. I loved writing Trace and Cierra’s story. There are more couples in my head who want their stories told, so I will venture down this path as well as continue down the path of gritty and rough bikers who have a sweet spot for the women they adore. Life is more colorful with a bad boy of any kind.

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  Chiah

  Upcoming Books:

  Insurgents Christmas Story

  Insurgents Motorcycle Club Series

  Coming in December, 2017

  As the snow quietly falls over Pinewood Springs, a shadow lurks among the evergreen trees, watching and waiting to strike.

  The holiday season is the time for the Insurgents MC’s big toy drive, and each year the club strives to give out more toys to the needy children of Pinewood Springs. But this season, the toys go missing, Christmas trees are destroyed, and the inflatables swaying in the wind deflate with the spray of BB gun pellets. Someone is trying to ruin Christmas.

  Hawk, VP of the club, has his hands full with his family and some brewing problems with a rival club, the Deadly Demons. The president, Banger along with the sergeant-at-arms, Rock, Throttle, Jax, Chas, Axe, Jerry, Wheelie, and Rags are trying to figure out who keeps stealing all the donations at the charity center.

  Amid all the chaos and danger crackling around the club, the Insurgent men make time to show their old ladies all the loving that they need.