"Tell me I can fuck you whenever you want and you're all mine."
I relax into the vibrator as much as I can while I repeat what he says back to him.
“Tell me I can have your ass,” he says.
“Yes, Boss. You can have my ass. Please take it. It’s yours.”
Chapter 30 – Cameron
I have Ruby right where I want her: bound and blindfolded and begging for me.
I’m so glad I came to Madrid to claim her. This is the best night of my fucking life.
I look at her red ass sticking up in the air and I get some lube out and rub it all over her asshole, because as much as I love punishing her for her past transgressions, I don’t want her to hurt too badly.
Then I push my cock into her quivering asshole. Just a little bit at first.
“Ah,” she exhales, her body clenching up.
“Relax,” I tell her, massaging her ass cheeks.
“Yes, Boss.”
I pull her back into me a little bit and push my cock slowly but steadily further into her ass hole. It opens up for me, allowing me in but fighting back against me some as well.
“Oh my god,” she groans.
"That's a good little girl," I say, my cock pulsing inside of her.
I had never gotten that much into the age dynamic between us but right now it’s fucking hot and I’m playing it for all it’s worth. I love that I took her virginity and now I’m fucking her in the ass for the first time too.
I push the vibrator up against her clit as I push my cock deep inside her ass.
“Yes,” she calls out, no longer having to be quiet like we have to be at the office. “This feels so good. Yes, yes, yes.”
It feels amazing for me too. I thrust my cock in and out of her asshole, holding onto her hips with one hand while I make her come from the feeling of the vibrator on her clit from my other hand at the same time.
“I’m coming too,” I tell her, my cock bulging and bursting with cum.
“That’s a good little office whore, fucking me here in Madrid and letting me take your ass for the first time,” I tell her.
I take off my condom and some cum gets on my fingers as I do so. I rub it on her face and in her hair. I love that I’m marking my territory. Claiming her. As mine.
I take off her blindfold and handcuffs and then I hug her tight against my naked chest.
“Are you going to come back and work for me?” I ask her.
“Maybe at least part time,” she says. “I’ll be your tech gal for sure.”
“Good,” I tell her. “And also, you have to be my wedding date. Asher and Madilyn are getting married. And he’s asked me to be his best man.”
“Wow,” she says. “Good for them. When?”
“Not for a while. Valentine’s Day of next year. So you have to stay employed by me until then. Because I love being your boss.”
“Deal,” she says. “I love you.”
I kiss her and look deep into those sky blue eyes.
“I love you too.”
Epilogue
VALENTINE’S DAY
ASHER AND MADILYN’S WEDDING
Cameron
“Ron, thank you so much for coming to my wedding and being my best man,” Asher tells me, in a private toast after the official speeches have been given.
We down shots of whiskey and clink our glasses together.
“Any time, friend.”
“I know we’ve been through a lot, but it’s turned out great for both of us. Thank you for starting this firm with me. And for sticking through it with me.”
We look over to the dance floor, where Damien Hudson, owner of the toy company client I had brought to the firm, is doing the Cupid Shuffle along with some secretaries. Ruby is among them and she winks at me. He’s flirting with some of them but not her. Everyone knows she’s mine.
Ruby has helped us do a lot of business and win a lot of cases—for Damien and other big clients— and she’s increased our technological capabilities too. She even helped me with my appeal on the case for which Judge Baez has wrongly granted summary judgment in favor of the little guy. But sometimes we do still represent the little guy. Even though Damien isn’t a small toy making company like I thought, he helps with many disabled kids’ charities that are near and dear to his heart, and we do the legal work for those organizations.
Everyone was glad Ruby came back. She still goes by the name Ruby Mansfield because she says she likes the identity she’s created for herself better than the one she used to have. But I intend to change that soon.
“Now we’re going to have a slow couples’ dance,” the DJ announces, and I catch Ruby’s eye again.
“I guess I should go find my bride,” Asher says.
I point at Madilyn, who is making her way over to the dance floor. We join her and for a second it’s just the four of us.
“Congratulations again Madilyn,” Ruby says, hugging her as best she can with Madilyn’s poofy white dress getting in the way. “You’ve been such a role model to me.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Madilyn laughs.
“Definitely a good thing.”
Ruby looks up at me and smiles with those same innocent eyes as the first time I took her virginity.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” I tell her.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I take her in my arms and dance with her. Asher does the same with Madilyn.
And all is right for the law firm of Asher, Sanchez and Reed.
Ruby
Towards the end of the wedding reception, Cameron grabs my hand.
“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get out of here.”
“But it’s so much fun,” I protest, glancing over at Madilyn and Asher doing the chicken dance with their flower girl, ring boy and some other kids.
I don’t want to admit it to Cameron, but I want to stay and catch the bouquet.
“We’re about to have a lot more fun on our own,” he says.
“Okay.”
I follow him out of the reception— I’d follow him anywhere. My app has gotten really big and everyone uses Ruby now. They especially love the “Ruby This” feature. I’ve made some other ones that are under contract for other companies to buy as well. But I still love working at the law firm part-time under my boss, Cameron Sanchez.
We get into a cab and before he can tell the driver the address I already know where we’re going.
“You just can’t stay away from the office, can you?” I ask. “You workaholic.”
“Sexaholic is more like it,” Cameron says, running his fingers up and down my thighs. “There’s really no where as sexy as when we do it there.”
Once we’re in his office he leaves the door wide open. It’s highly unlikely anyone will be here this late at night, but Cameron can still hope. He loves the thrill of almost getting caught.
He lifts me up and carries me over to his desk. He sits me down on top of it and I half expect him to tie me up. But instead, he gets down on one knee.
“I figured there would be no better place to ask you this than where we started everything,” he says.
“Ask me what?”
“Ruby Mansfield,” he says, and then he pauses. “Or, should it be Randi Messer, in this context?”
“In what context?” I ask, my heart racing.
Is this really happening? Can one girl— me— really be this lucky?
“Oh, fuck it,” Cameron says, laughing. “You’re going to be Mrs. Sanchez anyway, no matter what else you might feel like calling yourself.”
“Really?” I ask, as if I didn’t hear the question he hasn’t asked.
“Fuck,” Cameron says, always with the filthy mouth. “I did this all wrong. Fucking nerves. Let me start over. I really had this planned out better in my head, I swear.”
He opens his desk drawer but instead of taking out a belt, tie or handcuffs like he usually does, this time it’s a small blue Tiffany’s box. I hold
my breath.
“I just might need this,” he says. “Or, you might. If you want it, of course.”
He opens the lid and reveals a huge, sparking diamond ring, more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen.
“Ruby, you have given my life excitement and purpose. You have made me a better man. I’ve been honored to be your boss and I would love to be your husband. Will you marry me?”
He looks up at me with pleading eyes, like he did back in the beginning. When he wanted to claim me. Make me his. And now he truly is.
“Yes,” I say, practically jumping off his desk and into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
He kisses me and takes off my fancy dress. I unbutton his shirt and admire his toned chest and the tattoo that’s on it. It’s the millionth time I’ve done so but I trace my hand over it, feeling as if it’s the very first time. It is my first time seeing it as his fiancé.
He wraps my legs around him and I rub my naked pussy against his aroused cock.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing a condom anymore,” he says. “What do you think?”
“No, Boss,” I tell him.
Then I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever told him no.
“I mean yes, boss. Good idea, about not using the condom.”
He pushes his bare cock into my pussy.
“I’m fucking your pussy without anything coming in between us,” he says.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because I don’t want to let anything come in between us ever again.”
“Let’s not wait a long time to get married like Asher and Madilyn did,” he says, as he thrusts in and out of me, his big cock filling up my pussy perfectly.
“They didn’t wait that long,” I laugh.
“I know. But I want to make you Mrs. Sanchez right away. I can’t wait.”
“You never have been very patient,” I laugh.
“I love your laugh,” he says, pushing himself further into me.
Suddenly, we hear rustling in the hallway and both of us jump.
“Oh my god,” he says. “To think that tonight of all nights is the night we might get caught.”
“Yeah, some of the thrill’s gone now that we’re engaged,” I tell him.
He’s smiling and I can tell he still loves the thought of it.
“Go shut the door,” he instructs me.
I’m naked, but I say, “Yes, Boss.”
I’m used to obeying his every instruction. I’ve been doing it for a long time and I want to do it for the rest of my life. And now I get to.
I shut the door and then I get down on my hands and knees and crawl to him, just like I did back in the beginning.
“That’s my little office whore right there,” he says. “My little office fiancé.”
He gets down on the floor of his office and spreads my legs open wide. He nibbles on my clit in the same way that he had been nibbling on my ear before we got interrupted.
“Who do you think is here?” I ask him, as he buries his tongue into my pussy and then bites my clit a little like I like, and like he knows I like.
“I’m guessing the bride and groom,” Cameron says. “Reliving the early days on their wedding night. Just like we are, on our engagement night.”
I spread my legs open even wider while he eats my pussy, getting closer and closer to climax. Feeling Cameron's tongue slowly moving up and down on my clit makes me ready to explode, and I come into his mouth with a release that feels better than any I’ve ever had. Now that we’re engaged, the sex feels even better.
"That's my good little slutty fiancé," he says, lapping up my juices with his tongue. "I definitely wanted to make you feel good on the night we got engaged.”
Then he climbs on top of me and rides me, looking deep into my eyes and pumping his cock just as deep inside my pussy. He pins my arms down to the floor and I love feeling like his submissive little slut.
Then he grabs my breasts and plays with my nipples as his cock swells up even bigger inside me.
“I’m going to come in your pussy,” he tells me. “For the first time ever. Do you want that? Do you want my cum inside you, mixing with the juices from your wet pussy that I’m pounding?”
“Yes, Boss,” I say, feeling myself close to coming again, in sync with him.
I love his filthy mouth. His dirty talk. His bad boy ways but his sweet boyfriend— now fiancé— charms.
His cock throbs in my pussy and then we come at the same time. I feel his load of cum shooting into me and dripping out of me. He spreads my legs wide and looks at his cum inside me.
“That’s so hot,” he says, “and there’s a lot more where that came from.”
“Good,” I tell him, as he lays down beside me on the floor and wraps one of his strong arms around me.
“Do you always want your husband to come inside you? In the office and at home and while we travel and anywhere else?”
“Yes, Boss,” I tell him, feeling that tonight is the best of my life. At least until we get married. “Please, Fiancé.”
THE END.
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HARLOW: A Military Bad Boy Romance
Standalone Book # 2 in the Bradford Brothers Series
Chapter 1
8 Months Ago
Our Boeing CH-47 Chinook is barely off the ground before all of us within it begin celebrating.
“Yeah buddy!” My brother Jensen shouts, high- fiving everyone around before swooping me up in an exuberant hug.
“We did it!” shouted my other brother Ramsey, but the smoke that still fills his lungs forces him to cough out the last part of the exclamation.
We’ve just successfully extracted eight downed servicemen from behind enemy lines in southeastern Afghanistan. Their plane had been shot down by a surface- to- air missile. Without us rescuing them from hostile territory they’d likely have been captured and taken as prisoners as war.
“And this is why we do the things we do!” shouted Brian, a team member who isn’t my literal, blood brother like Jensen and Ramsey are, but one who has become a figurative brother— just as all the men in my unit have become. “That others may live!”
Several other men began chanting our motto along with him.
“That others may live! That others may live!”
As pararescuemen, we’re special operators within the Air Force Combat Search and Rescue team. And we spend years training for rescue missions such as these. It’s our whole job: for every helicopter that goes down, a team must go into that same hostile territory to rescue and medically treat the downed crew.
We’re part of the Guardian Angel Weapon Systems, and we do whatever it takes to rescue even one downed service member. In fact, we’re the only unit the Department of Defense has designated to rescue and recover such service members when they’re trapped behind enemy lines. It’s nice to know that our hard work and perseverance have paid off, and that once again we’ve rescued American lives.
And yet…
As my brothers in arms continue to celebrate, and I chant along with them, I can’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. I hear shots being fired in the distance, and think of how we’ve been warned that rescue helicopters and their crews often come under fire during or immediately after their rescue efforts.
“Are we completely in the clear yet?” I ask Jensen, looking out the window at the smoldering scene below us.
It’s only getting more dangerous out here: insurgents lay ambushes and place bombs or other devices that specifically target rescue teams. We call these “SAR traps”: Search and Rescue traps.
“Lighten up, little brother,” Jensen says, playfully punc
hing me on the shoulder.
“Shut up, spoil sport!” Brian shouts, and a few other people chant, “Shut up Harlow! Shut up Harlow!” in a teasing manner.
“Seriously, Harlow,” says Ramsey. “You did well, and it’s time to celebrate.”
Fuck it. If everyone else is in good spirits, I might as well make sure to shift mine to match theirs.
“That others may live! That others may live!” I shout, beginning the chant anew that they were all stuck on before they started telling me to shut up.
They soon join me but my voice is louder and stronger than the others, who had been repeating the phrase for quite a while now, while I was brooding. I’m on a roll, swept up by the momentum and exhilaration we’re all feeling.
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