Employed by the Boss: Billionaire Obsession Dark Romance (Managing the Bosses Book 7)

by Lexy Timms

  He crawled up onto the bed slowly, kneeling over her hips without touching her, and for a moment just admired the view, the red lace against her fair skin. He wanted to touch every inch of her.

  His hands wrapped loosely around her ankles, slid slowly up the curves of her calves to her knees. He teased at the back of them with the tips of his index fingers, making her squirm with the ticklish sensation, grinning down at her. She attempted a glare that didn’t look as intimidating as he was sure she wanted it to, not with the pink flush in her cheeks and her pupils blown wide and dark with want. Mark laughed, low and warm, and slid his touch up until his thumbs stroked over the insides of her thighs, almost brushing against the edge of the red lace teddy. Erica tugged her lower lip between her teeth, breath catching in her throat. He could tell she was wet already, but he didn’t touch her where she wanted it. Not yet. He was going to make the most of this.

  Skipping over her underwear entirely, Mark leaned forward to trace the curve of her waist with his palms. “You’re so hot, Erica. Damn. Can’t wait to feel you around me. Can’t wait to make you moan for me.”

  She moaned then, low and breathy like she hadn’t meant to let him hear it, but he did. It went straight to his cock, and he answered with a groan of his own. Taking this slow was going to be hard, but hell, he wanted to give her the best night she’d ever had.

  He leaned down, bracing his free hand against the bed, and claimed her mouth with his. Erica wrapped her arms around his neck again, fingers tangling in his hair. Her mouth let him in, and he explored every inch of it, tasting her on his tongue while she moaned again into the kiss. When he drew back, it was slowly; he hated to pull away.

  Reluctantly, she released him.

  His hands were both back on her body then, moving up over her ribcage, and from there over her shoulders to slide down her arms. When they moved back up, he heard her pull in a deep breath and let it out slowly, shuddering on the exhale. He glanced up at her face, offering a quick smile, and she answered it with one of her own.

  “See?” he said, his voice husky with desire. “Not so bad, right?”

  “No,” she agreed, laughter in her voice. “You’re not.”

  Lifting her with one hand, just enough to get the second beneath her, he opened the catch of the bra on her teddy. Erica arched to give him more room, then sank back against the bed as he slid the straps down her arms and the bra down, stopping at her hips.

  “Beautiful,” he said again.

  She must have expected him to take advantage of the newly bared skin, her back arching like she was offering herself to his hands, his mouth. Not yet. He reached up to cradle the back of her head in his hand instead, gently working the tie that held it free of her hair. The hand pulled her up to meet his kiss as he leaned down once more, and when she sighed against his mouth he tightened his fingers enough to pull, making her gasp. His teeth caught her lower lip gently between them, and then he drew back to kiss her jaw, her throat. The supporting hand slid down the back of her neck, and she let her head tip onto the pillow, golden hair spilling out around her on the white sheets.

  The kisses moved down the line of her throat, and he nipped just hard enough to sting, soothing the slight pain with his tongue. Erica was making little sounds, like she couldn’t stop them from escaping, every time his mouth touched her skin. Gasps and high-pitched little whimpers. He groaned against her when she writhed beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders. His hand lowered her back to the pillow, and he traced the curve of her collarbone with his mouth. Her skin tasted like her, sweet with just a hint of salt.

  He sat up, eyes sliding over her body again, letting her feel the look as solid as a touch. Still looking at her, he unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off his body, throwing it aside. His pants and socks followed in short order, and then he was in front of her in nothing but his underwear. His hands curled around her wrists, lifted them until her arms rested above her head again. He liked her like that, stretched out and exposed, bared for his eyes and his mouth and his hands. He’d been waiting so long for her to see him. He smiled, and his hands stroked down along her waist again to wrap around her thighs.

  For the space of a heartbeat, Mark didn’t move. His eyes looked down into hers, and they were both still, the sound of their breathing loud in the quiet room. Then his hands pulled her legs abruptly open, and two fingers stroked over her still-clothed sex. Her hips rolled to follow the touch, but he didn’t grant her another.

  Carefully, he settled the weight of his body down over hers, skin to skin, though he still held himself up with one arm. He could feel the curve of her mound against his stomach, and the way she hitched her hips upward, hoping for some friction. He gave her a smile he knew was wicked. The kind of smile that had women he took to bed looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips.

  “Until you beg,” he said, voice low. Hungry. “Ask nicely, and I’ll eat you out, baby.”

  He could see in her face that she was almost ready to oblige him, but she didn’t open her mouth. Her jaw tightened, her expression going stubborn, and Mark almost laughed. She was just the type to try to hold out as long as she could. He wanted her to. Wanted to taste her slow and thorough and all he wanted.

  He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the skin between her breasts, and his free hand came up to cup one, palm rubbing over her nipple. His mouth moved up the other, with little licks and kisses. Her spine arched, a silent plea for more. Instead, he switched, rubbing her other nipple with his palm, his mouth drawing the same teasing path along the curve of her left breast without ever touching her nipple.

  “Please,” Erica breathed.

  Mark smiled against her skin, began tracing a path down her stomach to her belly button. Maybe she wasn’t so good at holding out after all, and that was okay, too. He didn’t care.

  “What was that? I’m not sure I heard you.”

  “Please,” she repeated as the tip of his tongue drew slow circles around her navel. “Mark, please.”

  He pretended to consider, head tipping to the side.

  “I don’t think you want it enough,” he said finally, looking up at her. He nipped at the skin just above the waistband of her where her teddy clung, teasing. “You’ll have to convince me.”

  The look on her face when she lifted her head enough to meet his gaze said that she was going to seriously hurt him if he didn’t get to it. “I’m going to kick you out of your own bed, is what I’m going to do,” she snapped. “Come on, Mark. Fuck.”

  Laughing, Mark trailed kisses down her thighs and along her calf to her ankle. Erica rocked her hips against empty air. His mouth moved to her other leg, and he kissed slowly, slowly back up again.

  “Mark,” she gasped, “Fuck, Mark. Please. Touch me.”

  “I am touching you,” he said evenly.

  “That’s not what I mean and you know it. This is cruel and unusual.”

  He laughed. “No. It’s not, is it?” His smile was audible. “Tell me what you want, Erica. Tell me where you want me to touch.”

  “Touch my clit, Mark, please. Your mouth.” She shifted, legs held open by the breadth of his shoulders between them. “You promised me your mouth. I want it. Need it. Going to fucking combust if you don’t touch me.”

  “Yeah,” he said, and the teasing had gone from his voice. “I did promise you that.”

  His hands pulled her thighs open wider, tipping her hips up, and he licked a slow stripe over the lace of the teddy, feeling the scratch of it under his tongue. Erica’s hips bucked into his hands.

  “Mark. Please. Take them off. I want to feel you. Damn it. Please.”

  He sat back enough to let her legs close, pulling the teddy down and off without any lingering. His own followed. Once more his hands pulled her legs open wide, and he settled himself between them, laying her calves over his shoulders. His hands slipped beneath her, cupping her buttocks, and lifted her hips for his mouth. This time, his tongue slid over bare skin.

 
; Erica’s back arched, her fingers curling white-knuckled in the sheets. Mark moaned against her, his hands pulling her closer. His tongue flicked over her clit and she cried out. Mark was glad that he lived alone, then, that she could scream for him as much as she wanted.

  “Yes,” he said, drawing back just enough to speak. His breath washed hot over slick skin, and Erica writhed. “I want to hear you. Come on, Erica. Scream for me. It’s so fucking hot.”

  He pulled her open wider and rubbed his tongue slow and hard across her clit. She shifted, tossing her head back, moving like it would help the need growing hotter between her thighs and at the base of her spine. Mark held her still, and didn’t stop.

  “Mark. Mark, I—” Her voice faltered into a sobbing moan, and he stroked harder over the little bud of nerves that was the focus of his attention. “Please,” she begged. “Please. Please.”

  Orgasm pulled her body into an arch, her toes curling against his back. He licked quick and light until she shuddered with aftershocks, and then he moved his tongue down, pressed it inside her. Still over-sensitive, Erica whimpered, moving like she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to move into the sensation or away from it. He fucked her with his tongue the way he wanted to with his fingers. With his cock.

  “More,” she gasped. “Please.”

  “More,” Mark agreed, mouth still close enough that his breath washed over damp skin and made her shudder.

  Mark stroked the flat of his tongue back up, finding her clit with the tip of it as he slid a finger inside her. Her body jolted with the shock of pleasure. His other two fingers spread her lips, and he drew slow circles around her clit. She whimpered and gasped but he went on with the teasing. One finger, his tongue never touching her clit. His other hand held her hip flat against the bed, keeping her at the mercy of his too-light touch.

  Erica sobbed pleasure and need. He knew she could feel the edge of orgasm, just beyond her reach. He could feel how close she was, every muscle in her body pulled tight with waiting.

  “Please. Mark. Please.”

  He shook his head, and his tongue flicked once across her clit, just that little contact enough to make her hips jump, her spine pulled into a deeper arch.

  “Oh hell. Please. I want it. Your tongue, please. Mark. Your fingers. Pretty please.”

  And finally, finally, he slid another finger into her, began to move them fast and hard, and he wrapped his lips around her clit, tongue flicking over it. The sound pulled from her throat was a scream. She came for the second time with his name on her lips.

  This time he drew back entirely, and looked down at her while she watched him through half-lidded eyes, still trying to catch her breath. He knew he looked a little smug. He rose from the bed, and then his hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her down to the foot of it. He flipped her onto her stomach, and she pulled in a sharp breath. The sound was as much arousal as surprise, he thought.

  One of Mark’s hands pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her upper body against the bed. The other wrapped around her hip, tipping them up. He leaned down over her, mouth against the curve of her jaw, and she felt his hard cock slide between her thighs, rubbing against the wet lips of her sex.

  “Will you scream for me again, beautiful?” His pitched his voice low and rough in her ear. “You tasted just as good as I thought you would. Do you want to feel me in you? Do you want me as much as I want you?”

  “Yes,” she answered, breathless and immediate, rolling her hips so that the hot, hard length of him slid between her legs, over her, the head of his cock bumping against her clit. He dropped his head against her shoulder and groaned and his knees nearly buckled. Fuck, she felt good. When she spoke, he heard the smile that was hidden against the sheets, her pleasure at getting to him. “Yes. Come on, Mark. Fuck me.”

  He didn’t need any further urging.

  His cock filled her hard and fast, bigger than the fingers he’d had inside her. Erica muffled her cry into the mattress, and Mark moaned. For a moment, he paused, fingers curling tighter on her hip. He wondered if the grip would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. Would she mind if it did?

  Slowly, he pulled out until just the head was inside her, and then he thrust in again, rocking her against the bed, making her gasp. She met his thrusts eagerly.

  “Fuck.” His voice sounded wrecked. “Never letting you go, Erica. You’re perfect. Always knew you were perfect.”

  Speech became groans after that, both of them too far gone to find the words, wrapped up in each other. Moans and gasps and the sound of skin against skin filled the room. The world drew in to just the two of them, moments meaningless.

  Mark reached a hand down, and pressed two fingers over her clit, letting her rub herself against them as she writhed with him. His thrusts grew faster, his rhythm less steady. Erica curled her fingers in the sheets.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yeah. Come on. Want it.”

  He thrust again. Once. Twice. Then he stilled against her, shuddering as an orgasm rocked through him, pleasure singing along his nerves. His head dropped down to rest between her shoulder blades.

  “Stay,” he said when he could remember how to speak again. “Stay the night with me.”

  “Okay,” she agreed, and he stood, drawing her up with him and into his arms.

  Their mouths met in a kiss, and Mark smiled against her mouth, happy.

  Incredibly happy.

  THE END

  BROTHER TO THE BOSS

  Coming June 2016

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  Brother to the Boss Description:

  “We have flown the air like birds and swum the sea like fishes, but have yet to learn the simple act of walking the earth like brothers.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.

  Mark Reid, with his brother, Alex, are building a dynasty of power. One behind corporate offices and tall sky-scraper buildings, the other through the elite social club of a high society golf and country club where the ridiculously rich can golf, talk business and hit a few balls.

  With Jamie more at home that at work, Alex finds himself longing to be with her instead of focusing on the billion-dollar empire he’s built. Trying to figure out some sort of balance, he realizes one of the two things he loves will suffer no matter what he does – family or Reid Enterprise.

  Meanwhile, Mark’s country club is hitting the news, and interest of every CEO and socialite around. Excited at how fast it’s growing Mark follows his brother’s work ethic even though he can barely keep up. His professional golfer, Erika, is doing whatever she can to help it succeed. Jealousy runs high between the two of them as over-work and beautiful, rich men and woman flirt inside the country club.

  The brother’s competitive nature begins to drive a wedge between the two of them and when a sneaky underdog decides taking down Reid Enterprise is his top priority; Alex is left in a vulnerable position. When the tables turn, Mark might be the only one who can save his brother this time, but will they fall back to old habits and push each other away?

  How far are you willing to go for your brother? How much are you willing to risk?

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  Thanks for reading Managing the Bosses Series!

  I’ve changed the series POV slightly in this book, adding Mark and Alex into the mix. This is still Jamie’s story, I just felt it was time to show a few more perspectives. I hope you enjoyed the story!

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