The Billionaires: The Bosses

by Calista Fox

“Yes.”

  “That makes me even harder.”

  His erection pressed against her hip. Bayli was dying to wrap her fingers around his shaft and pump heartily, driving him as crazy as he made her. Especially when his hand slipped behind the loose material of her shorts.

  She let out a small cry at the skin-on-skin contact. He massaged her clit with more pressure. A quicker, circular motion that had her panting and clasping his biceps in a vise grip to keep herself steady. His mouth was on her neck and he lightly suckled. Her nerve endings jumped.

  “Your skin tastes amazing,” he said, his voice thick with lust and need. “I bet your pussy tastes even better.”

  Oh, God … His words … they sent her soaring. So that all it took was for him to ease two fingers into her and stroke her confidently as the heel of his hand continued rubbing her clit … and she erupted.

  “Christian!” she called out as the climax raged through her veins and pulsated against every erogenous zone.

  Her legs continued to shake, but he had a solid hold on her.

  He let out a sharp grunt. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said. “And so responsive.”

  Then he kissed her passionately, leaving her light-headed. Dazed.

  Her inner muscles clutched his fingers, involuntarily seeking more.

  Bayli still feared it might be a horrendous mistake giving in to this man. But her nipples screamed for his touch and her clit and pussy throbbed with fiery need for him.

  It might be wrong to cave.

  But it was inevitable.

  “Christian,” she said, a sense of urgency in her quiet tone. Likely reflected in her eyes, too.

  His jaw clenched briefly. “We should be naked.”

  “Yes.”

  Oh, God, yes!

  His fingers withdrew from her and a shudder chased through her as even the tiniest of sensations was magnified by her hyperawareness of him. Jesus, she wanted him. It was a powerful carnal desire, unlike anything she’d ever known before.

  All of her sensible reasoning remained scattered in the far recesses of her mind. Only her cravings for Christian resonated, penetrating the sexy haze clouding her brain.

  Bayli’s fingers deftly released the buttons on his shirt. Christian removed the cuff links at his wrists while his gaze locked with hers. He’d barely shoved the accessories into his pocket when she pushed the material over his shoulders and down his rock-hard arms, yanking the hem from the waist of his pants and tossing the shirt aside.

  She sucked in a breath. Stared at his defined pecs and ripped abs. As she’d suspected all along, he was fantastically built, his body as chiseled as his face. She wanted to drag her fingertips and her tongue over every inch of him. But he seemed to have something else in mind.…

  He didn’t hesitate in peeling off her tee. Followed immediately by her shorts, which he slid down her legs as he knelt before her. She stepped out of the garment while his gaze roved her body, taking her in from the tips of her crimson-painted toes to what had to be seductively glowing eyes. Apparently not missing any of the parts in between, because when his gaze held hers it burned. His jaw worked again. She could only imagine what lascivious thoughts filled his mind. And grinned slyly at the endless possibilities.

  Christian stood and took her by the hand, leading her to the double bed tucked into the alcove that somehow made this apartment a one bedroom by the landlord’s twisted logic.

  With her free hand, she reached for the remote on one of the many shelves she’d installed in the cubbyhole, since there was no room for a nightstand. The bed took up the entire space and was pressed against the inner walls, which were also adorned with framed prints featuring spa-blue suede mats to complement her overall color palette.

  Bayli hit a couple of buttons on the universal remote and the pillar candles throughout the apartment flickered on, along with the three dimly lit, inexpensive, snowflake-shaped chandeliers strung from the ceiling of the alcove. There were pocket doors for privacy, but all they really did was bring on a massive bout of claustrophobia when closed, so she never bothered with them.

  “This is nice,” Christian said. “Cozy. Intimate.”

  A pale-blue duvet with a medium-weight down comforter concealed inside covered the bed and there was a light-gold satin quilted blanket at the foot. Tons of accent pillows.

  She told him, “Since it’s always just been me sleeping here, it’s worked out pretty well. The guys I share a wall with are into the bar scene and don’t come home till after four on the weekends—and instantly crash. That’s if they’re not at their girlfriends’ places. So it’s usually fairly quiet.”

  Still, he switched on her alarm clock, set to a classic jazz station. He winked at her as he said, “Just in case they come home early.”

  Her stomach flipped. “Confident we’re going to get loud?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Bayli’s teeth sank into her lower lip. Her pussy clenched.

  Christian guided her down onto the bed, joining her and settling between her parted legs. His weight on her felt heavenly. It’d been forever and a day since she’d had a man’s hard angles pressing into her soft curves. His erection nestled against her belly and she desperately wanted to rid him of his pants so she could get the full effect of Christian Davila.

  But he twined his fingers with hers and raised their arms over her head, pinning her to the bed as he kissed her.

  No. As he claimed her.

  The searing lip-lock blazed through her, competing with the heat of his skin on hers, the fire that sparked as he shifted just enough to rub his cock against her sex. Bayli slung a long leg over his hips and ground against him.

  The attraction that had started with magazine articles and had exploded with their in-person interaction at the gala now rocked her whole fucking world. She couldn’t get close enough to him. Grew more and more restless by the moment with the need to have him buried deep inside her, pounding hard, setting her off with a frenetic, mind-blowing orgasm.

  Bayli had never been ruled by sexual impulses and erotic desires. Until now.

  Christian broke their kiss and his mouth trailed over her throat again, his teeth biting gently yet insistently. As though the craving was just as strong for him, just as relentless.

  His head moved lower and he captured her nipple in his mouth, suckling aggressively so that her body would have bowed off the mattress were she not crushed to it with his body.

  “Yes,” she said on a low moan. This was all spiraling out of control. And she didn’t care. Wanted the chaos he incited, in fact.

  His tongue swept over the inner swells of her breasts and then curled around her other nipple, somehow puckering it even tauter than it was. Jesus, she was sure the peaks had never been harder.

  She probably could have come again, just like this. But Christian was on the move once more, nipping and licking his way down her stomach. He released her hands and scooted into position so that his head was between her legs. He inhaled her scent and it caused electric currents to shoot down her spine.

  Then he surprised her by quietly ordering, “On your knees.”

  And damn if she didn’t instantly obey. Her chest rested against the mound of pillows and her fingers coiled around the tall scrolls of the wrought-iron headboard. Christian returned to his spot between her parted thighs, this time sprawled on his back. His thumbs swept along her slick folds, heightening her arousal as her mind raced with scintillating thoughts of everything he might do to her.

  Then the pad of one thumb circled her clit as he slipped a finger into her wet pussy. Pumped steadily.

  “Christian.” His name tumbled off her tongue, an octave lower than normal. All sultry and provocative-like, with a tinge of pleading edging the sound.

  His thumb stopped rubbing; she felt his hot breath along her highly sensitive flesh, then the tip of his tongue as it flitted against that tiny pearl that pulsed radiantly.

  Bayli’s hips dropped as she pressed herself to him.
Spurred on by her reaction, he drew her clit into his mouth and suckled the way he had her nipple. Jolting her to the core.

  “Oh, God,” she rasped.

  Christian worked a second finger into her pussy. His other hand was on her ass cheek, kneading it as his mouth did wicked things to her, sending her barreling toward another sensational climax.

  Her spine arched and her long hair cascaded down her back. Her breaths came in heavy pulls. Heartbeats echoed in her ears.

  Christian alternated between the decadent suckling of her clit and the teasing flickers of his tongue while his fingers stroked her inner walls, pushing deeper as she opened further to him, finding that magical spot and massaging with the determination to get her off.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Right there. Just like that. Everything you’re doing is so amazing, Christian.”

  Though she’d kill to also have his hands on her breasts, she was losing herself in the way his talented tongue and fingers pleasured her.

  She pressed the side of her face against the cool metal she still had a death grip on and it felt good, because she was burning up. All the sensations inside her swelled to a nearly unbearable degree. Then Christian suckled her clit once more and everything within her burst wide open.

  Bayli cried out.

  He didn’t let up as the orgasm crashed over her.

  Bayli’s hands clutched the metal. Her pussy squeezed Christian’s fingers. Shudders of pure euphoria took hold of her.

  As her body vibrated from the release, Christian untangled himself from her. She heard the rustling of clothes and then felt his heat again, behind her. Her eyes were closed, little orbs of light still flashing beyond the lids.

  His lips skimmed slowly up each vertebra, keeping her shivering. His fingers brushed her hair over one shoulder when he reached her nape. He kissed that tender spot and Bayli wondered how long it’d be before she fell apart for him once more.

  “I was right that you’d taste fantastic,” he murmured.

  Christian’s mouth left her for but a moment. She heard him tear open a foil packet and then he was behind her again, sitting on bent legs. The head of his cock nudged her opening. His hands were on her hips and he guided them downward so she straddled his lap. She had to keep her thighs parted wide in order to accommodate him.

  As he sank deeper into her, his hands skated up to her breasts. He palmed them and caressed with that dark insistency that got her all fired up—so easily. His mouth wreaked havoc on her nape while his fingers and thumbs rolled and pinched her nipples as she rode his cock, her hands still clutching the wrought iron before her.

  This wasn’t at all a position she was used to. Bayli wasn’t overly experienced. But …

  “Oh, God,” she muttered. She was surrounded by his heat and muscles. His wide shaft filled and stretched her. Her hips rocked and her inner walls clenched him. Little whimpers slipped from her lips. “You feel incredible inside me.”

  “I love hearing you moan,” he whispered against her neck. “And the way you squeeze me so damn tight…” He hissed out a breath. “Fuck, Bayli. I’m so goddamn hot for you.”

  Her pelvis undulated with his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough for Bayli. The tension and lust overwhelmed her, and she just wanted more and more of him.

  She rose slightly off his lap and then came down hard, his cock slamming into her to the hilt, making them both groan. She sensed it was what they both needed as the pressure mounted between them, within her.

  Bayli used her grip on the headboard to leverage an advantageous position and she bounced up and down, Christian’s cock sliding along her slick walls with a hint of friction from his size and his full, forceful thrusts that kept stride with her.

  Erotic sounds leapt from her throat. Guttural moans she’d never heard from herself. They came from somewhere deep inside.

  “Fuck me,” she said on a harsh breath. “Oh, God, Christian. Fuck me hard.”

  She had to sate the desire clawing at her. The surging of her blood in her veins, the staccato pulse that echoed through her body.

  “Shit. Bayli.” Christian’s voice was tight, strained, distant. “Christ.” He rose a bit off his knees, too, forcing her forward, giving him an even better angle to drive into her.

  “Yes,” she sobbed. “Yes. Perfect. Don’t stop. Oh, my God, please don’t stop.” Bayli’s biceps flexed almost painfully as she held on to the headboard. “No one has ever fucked me like this. Don’t stop, Christian,” she repeated. Demanded. “Please just make me come.”

  “Hard,” he said on a grunt. “So damn hard.” His hips bucked. He kept their bodies moving in perfect sync with each other, pushing them higher and higher.

  Bayli couldn’t quiet herself. Her jagged breaths filled the small living space. Mingling with Christian’s own exertion as he stealthily shifted once more, planting a foot alongside her knee and then pumping into her with such vigor, Bayli wanted to scream for him to seriously never stop! But then she shattered.

  “Christian!” she cried.

  The inferno consumed her. Scorched her skin, her nerve endings, every hypersensitive piece of her.

  She milked his cock and Christian erupted inside her, calling her name as his body convulsed and his dick throbbed deep in her pussy, prolonging her climax, the release going on and on while her heart continued to thunder.

  And one thought flashed incessantly in her mind.

  How the hell will I ever recover from this?

  FIVE

  Christian had certainly enjoyed moments of triumph in his lifetime, no lie there. He was good at reading signals, gauging potential opportunities, acting on instinct. Same as Rory.

  This evening, when Christian had spied Bayli Styles at the party and had later learned she’d already met his best friend a few days earlier, there’d been a bit of kismet to get Christian’s adrenaline pumping, in addition to her gorgeous legs and unforgettable smile.

  He’d sensed there was something significant about Bayli from the second he’d caught a glimpse of her. He had extrapolated that suspicion with each encounter. The limo ride. The sharing of secrets. The phenomenal sex.

  No, she hadn’t had the best meeting with Rory—who’d vaguely mentioned that they hadn’t quite hit it off due to some mishap in the restaurant he didn’t elaborate on. But Christian had heard the intrigue in Rory’s voice, and he’d known this was still something to pursue.

  Christian and Bayli returned to their kneeling position. He had his arms wrapped around her and she was pretty much sitting on his dick and it threatened to expand again within her warm, wet depths.

  She was breathing heavily, her cheek pressed to the wrought iron she’d yet to relinquish. Thank God the bed faced an outer brick wall or they just might have brought every neighbor from the floors above and below them to the door.

  What fascinated him the most was that tremors still wracked her body. And she let out breathy little laughs or sighs or half sighs that were part laugh. He couldn’t fucking discern which and it didn’t matter. Because his body absorbed all the tingles and vibrations coming from her and he had a damn good idea what they were all about. He’d moved her in a way she’d never been moved before.

  Okay, he’d fucked her in a way she’d never been fucked before. She’d said as much. But he honestly preferred the more poignant notion that he just might have reached deeper within her than anyone else, touched something inside her no one else ever had.

  Christian wasn’t exactly sure where that summation—desire—came from and certainly couldn’t say it was a wise path to follow. He didn’t know her, really. And their association was a bit convoluted and twisted, what with her past being somewhat similar to his in River Cross, of all places. And the fact that she’d not landed the job with Rory but done everything in her power to impress Christian at the party.

  Yet … there was a huge part of him—all related to a huge part of her—that told him she hadn’t used a cigar and feminine wiles just to land a job.

/>   They’d sparked. The two of them, from the get-go. And he liked it.

  When she eventually came around, she wiggled against his lap and in his arms.

  “Your limbs must be falling asleep right now,” she said in what sounded to be a sexually satisfied tone. “With my weight on you and your tight embrace.”

  “Are you kidding? All I really feel is your pussy still clutching and releasing me and all this silky skin. Goddamn, you feel phenomenal.” He kissed her neck, a spot that seemed to affect her, because she sighed blissfully.

  She said, “You might have to help me pry my hands from the headboard. I’m having trouble letting go.”

  He chuckled. “If you need something to steady you, just use me.”

  She tossed a glance over her shoulder. Smiled sweetly, which made his gut clench and his heart trip over itself. Odd.

  Bayli said, “You really know how to curl a girl’s toes.”

  He eyed her foot, alongside his calf. Her toes were, indeed, tightly curled. “Hmm.”

  “‘Hmm,’ he says.” She laughed quietly. Then she hauled herself up.

  Christian hated every second as his cock withdrew from her body. Not a feeling he was at all familiar with, but something about Bayli made him desperate to remain buried inside her.

  She gracefully slid under the covers, stretching out next to him. He bent toward her and kissed her. Then climbed off the bed.

  “Hey…,” she said on a broken breath.

  He stared down at her. “Yes?”

  “I just…” She exhaled long and slow. “Nothing.”

  Christian’s gut coiled. He returned to the spot beside her. “What?”

  Bayli gazed at him for several suspended seconds. Her fingertips grazed his temple, pushing back wayward strands of hair. Then she gave a shy smile and said, “You just took me someplace I’ve never been. And you’re going to leave me so quickly?”

  “Oh, shit. No. Not at all.” He kissed her as his heart constricted. Another peculiar sensation. He said, “I was just going to clean up in your bathroom. Not leave you.”

  She stared some more and he could see her fight the urge to gnaw her bottom lip.