My Billionaire Boss

by Gold, Bella

  “You just made me come harder than my Rabbit 3000!”

  Marc laughed again and shook his head. “No… about the money.”

  “Oh.” Delia blushed, realizing he had hadn’t mentioned that at all during their conversation. “I read it. Sorry, I googled you before I got here.”

  Marc shook his head. “No it’s a smart thing to do. I would have done the same. If I could be a billionaire just by sleeping with women… I guess I would love it.” He grinned again. That dimple was enough to take her breath away.

  “You should look into it,” Delia told him.

  “I have a problem.” Marc got off the bed, stood up and took off his pants and underwear. It didn’t look like a problem to her. It only looked like one of the most delicious hard-ons she had ever seen. Delia swallowed once again. Her body was pulsating with anticipation. It was amazing how much she still wanted him, even after she had already come.

  “Let me help you out with that,” Delia said. She rolled over so she could crawl towards the edge of the bed and grab him. His hand traveled slowly up and down over the length of his dick. It was not like the rumors. He was definitely large. One of the biggest dicks she had ever seen in person. But it wasn’t scary.

  She was ready for him.

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  “Mmmm…” Delia breathed. He was ready for her too, so large and hard. He shuddered with every stroke, looking her over.

  “I want you,” he said.

  “Come and get me,” Delia told him.

  It was always a little awkward, that pause before the condom. Delia laid back on the bed while he put it on and touched herself, just to help bring herself up to speed and also because he was gaping at her so much she figured she’d give him a show.

  “Fuck,” Marc said. He messed up the first condom and had to grab another one.

  “Hurry…” Delia breathed. “I’m getting cold over here.”

  Finally, Marc snapped it on. Then he got on the bed again, easing himself over Delia’s naked body.

  “I wanna grab your ass,” Marc said. Delia took one of his hands and smacked it over her right cheek.

  “It’s all yours,” she said.

  She moaned when she felt Marc’s fingernails sink into the flesh of her ass. Her body jerked and she moaned louder. She slapped Marc’s back and growled, “Roll over.”

  Delia took a deep breath as Marc rolled on his back. She looked down at him and those delicious abs of his. They were covered by a sheen of sweat. She leaned down and licked at it. Marc’s head lolled back on the bed that bounced underneath them.

  “Shit,” he said.

  “Oh... “ Delia groaned. He was so deep inside of her. She rocked her hips forward and gasped. It felt so good. He was thick, filling her up completely. She almost thought she couldn’t handle him but her body made a way.

  It had been way too long.

  She gripped his shoulders. He bucked his hips underneath her but Delia pressed her heels down on the hollows of his hips.

  “Uh uh…” She said, shaking her head.

  For now, Delia was in control.

  Marc bit his lip as he looked up at her. She licked over her lips, meeting his eyes. She loved the darkness of them, the slight slant around the corners. Her dark hands against his pale chest was a sight that turned her on even more. She rocked her hips back and forth. She started to moved herself up and down. She felt her breasts bouncing to her own rhythm. He was watching her so she put on a show. She arched her back and shook her curly hair.

  “Ohhhhh Marc,” she said. It wasn’t really a show. It was how she really felt. He was making her feel incredible, the way his manhood moved in and out of her. She was intrigued by him.

  She never imagined house-sitting would go so well.

  “Move for me, baby,” Marc groaned.

  He reached up for her breasts as she beginning to bounce on him, feeling him slip out and then pound back in under her own control. Then she reached for his shoulders and tugged him up, urgently. They moved together, rocking in the middle of the bed. Everything was bouncing. It seemed like even the pictures on the walls were rattling.

  She could hear their sounds echoing off the walls. Her moaning, his heavy breathing, her pants, his groans. She loved it. All of the friction and the warmth of his body bringing her closer and closer. She wanted him to go harder. She let go of his hips so he could thrust himself in and out of her without abandon. She took it all, crying out each time he got deeper and deeper.

  She could feel that curl of pleasure in the pit of her stomach. Her whole body was buzzing and she was so close. Her chest was heaving and she held onto him, tight. She was so close. Just a little more.

  Then Marc leaned in and bit down on the top of her breast.

  That was all she needed.

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  Her orgasm seemed to explode from the inside out. Her skin was so warm it felt like it might melt off. At the same time, fireworks of pleasure were exploding through her veins. She let her head fall back as she screamed out his name.

  Marc wasn’t far behind. Delia groaned once again, feeling him come, warm inside the condom. His mouth was still on her and his groans were muffled against her skin. She placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer, helping him ride out his orgasm by continuing to moved back and forth on top of him, slowly.

  When it was over, she rolled off of him and sighed. It was the biggest, deepest, happiest sigh she had ever given.

  “Whoa,” Delia said.

  “Whoa,” Marc said.

  They panted in silence for several moments.

  Then Marc turned to her.

  “I’ll still pay you for the weekend, you know,” he said.

  That brought Delia back to reality fast.

  She sat up and looked him over.

  “I didn’t do that for a paycheck, you know?” She said, hotly.

  “I know,” Marc said. He actually did sound apologetic. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know what to say.”

  “Try saying how you really feel,” Delia said. “What was that?”

  “That?” Marc paused for a moment. Then he seemed to let something go. “That… was… incredible.”

  Delia breathed a sigh of relief. She was feeling the exact same way.

  “Incredible,” Delia echoed. “Whoa.”

  Marc laughed a little and she joined him. She didn’t know this guy a day ago. Now, she wanted to know everything about him.

  “Look,” Delia said. “You’re a billionaire, right? I’m… a nothing. I have no job. No place. All I have a law degree. So I guess in my cardboard box at night I can use the degree to keep me warm.”

  Marc barked out a laugh but it seemed mostly surprised. “Don’t talk like that,” Marc said. “You’ve accomplished a lot. When I saw you dancing today I thought, whoa. You are one of the most free people I’ve ever seen. You have so much confidence and spirit. Honestly, I’ve never felt that way.”

  “What?” Delia asked.

  “I’ve never felt free to live my own life.”

  This time it was Delia’s turn to give a surprised laugh.

  “Marc, I haven’t felt free in a long time. Not until I was dancing around my house in the nude!” Delia laughed a little again. “You really liked that, huh?”

  “Yeah,” Marc said. “Can I see more of that?”

  “Of course you can,” Delia said. She leaned in and pressed her lips to Marc’s. She smiled into the kiss. He kissed her back. Delia whispered against his lips, “Of course.”

  Three Months Later…

  Delia took a deep breath. She still felt scared, even as Marc was standing behind her with his arms around her, holding her tight in his strong arms.

  “Open it,” he said.

  Delia shook her head. “No, you open it.”

  Marc gave a gentle laugh from over her shoulder. She loved his deep voice.

  “Nope,” he said. “This is your moment. You open it.”

  “Ah!” Del
ia couldn’t help squealing. Then she ripped the envelope open.

  She knew Marc could read it from other her shoulder. She read the letter twice. Then she turned around, threw her arms around Marc and screamed with happiness.

  “Yes!” She cried.

  Marc lifted her up in the air and gave her a squeeze. Delia wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him all over her face.

  “Did you see that? I did it! I did it!”

  “You did it, baby,” Marc said. He planted a kiss on her lips. She grinned and squeezed him around his neck.

  “I’m a lawyer!”

  “Officially, in the state of California,” Marc agreed. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

  “I’m a lawyer in the state where I live with my billionaire boyfriend,” Delia said. “Life is good.”

  “And to think, you were only supposed to stay for the weekend,” Marc said, teasingly. “And you were only supposed to cost me ten thousand dollars.”

  “Shut up!” Delia yelled. But she was happy. And she hadn’t been this happy in a long time. But since that first night with Marc, her whole life had changed. They spent the whole night talking and making love. After that night, she decided to stay.

  Taking the mysterious house sitting job had been the best decision of her life.

  “How are we going to celebrate?” Marc asked.

  “Oh I have an idea,” Delia said. “But you have to catch me first!”

  Delia hopped down and playfully ran away from Marc, who just watched her. Her socks slipped and she fell onto the hardwood floor.

  Right on her bare ass.

  Delia made sure that Marc knew she didn’t like to wear clothes when she didn’t have to. Of course, he was very cool with it.

  Some things hadn’t changed.

  *****

  THE END

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  Love in the Dark

  By Shawnee Aliston

  Copyright © 2016

  Chapter 1

  “Okay,” Tanya yelled. “Enough is enough!” She pushed the laptop closed and headed into the kitchen. As the kettle made a real effort to boil quickly, she drummed her fingers on the plastic lid, rerunning the conversation in her head.

  Hello, Mike.

  Hello Tanya, how are you?

  I’m fine. So you’re Emily’s brother?

  Step-brother. He’d leaned closer to the webcam, squinting. Is there something wrong with your camera?

  No, why do you ask?

  Your image is fuzzy. Out of focus. Of course, it was. She’d deliberately put a layer of clear tape across the lens. She always did. She hated men seeing her as she really was. It made them crazy.

  I don’t know why that is. I’ll have someone look at it tomorrow.

  I can picture what you look like.

  Good, use your imagination until I get this fixed.

  No, I mean, I saw your Facebook pictures.

  Tanya’s heart sank. Why in hell had he done that? You did?

  You’re beautiful. Do you model?

  That was when she’d closed the laptop. He’d used one of the no-no words. Model. What an ass. She imagined him pouring over her party pics, her swimsuit pics and worst of all, the set of professional portraits she’d won three years ago. Beautiful. She snorted. What about smart, funny, or creative? Nope. It was always stunning, beautiful, gorgeous, and amazing.

  It wasn’t easy having looks that most women would kill for.

  Chapter2

  Tanya sipped her coffee, wondering if she’d been too harsh. It was a routine she had grown used to. First, she got her hopes up. Then she’d be nervous as hell. She’d watch his eyes carefully as he tried to meet her gaze, and fail as her body, her slim-waisted Afro-Caribbean figure was scrutinized. The conversation would be awkward at first, and she’d have to carry it—until the guy managed to start putting sentences together. She could usually count on between one minute and three minutes before he told her that she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. That was where it ended for her. If her face and figure were all the stupid, testosterone-blinded fools could see, then they could all go to hell.

  But could she really blame them? How would she react if she came face-to-face with a Norse god or an international athlete? She’d be lost for words, and he’d have to help her until she could say something sensible. It was highly likely that the first words out of her mouth would be some reference to her stunning date’s physical attributes.

  “Date? Hah!” She’d only been on one real date in the past year. Emily had persuaded Tanya out from behind her receptionist’s desk to take part in a double date. Tanya was certain she was only along for moral support, but the guy Emily’s date brought along was a good conversationalist. He avoided the no-no words so efficiently, Tanya wondered if he’d been coached. But she gave him the benefit of the doubt, enjoying his subtle compliments that began to make her feel like an ordinary woman, instead of the coffee-colored beauty everyone considered her to be.

  But of course, he blew it. Every guy did. If only she and Emily hadn’t gone to the bathroom together…

  “Can you believe it?” Tanya’s date said to his friend when he thought Tanya was out of earshot. “She’s so fucking gorgeous. How the hell did a guy like me end up dating a model like her? What do you mean, she’s not a model. Is she a movie star? A porn star?”

  Tanya slipped out the back way and fled home, stifling her tears until the door slammed closed behind her. She wept as she stumbled toward the kitchen, heading for the one thing she could rely on a hundred percent—her coffee maker. She was being over-sensitive, she knew. Getting upset because a man found her attractive was insanity—and yet it bugged her. There was much more to her than a dark complexion, sleek, black hair, full lips, round boobs and a trim hourglass figure. All her girlfriends envied her looks, but Tanya wished that once, just once, a guy would ask about her music, her painting, and her writing. An accomplished pianist, Tanya was in the early stages of composing her own songs. She also created watercolors and enjoyed capturing the beauty of a sunset as seen from her local beach.

  No. Every guy she met immediately presumed she used her body to make money, either as an actress or a model. The double-date guy’s presumption that she might even be in adult movies was the worst yet.

  What was wrong with them all?

  Chapter3

  Next day, Emily remained angry with her for running out, until she heard about the offensive remark, and then it was hugging both ways.

  “What a jerk.I told him to talk to you the same way he’d talk to me.”

  “He did that okay. He was quite the charmer, and nice with it. But when we both got up, his true colors came out.”

  “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

  “Better I heard it early on. I’m sorry I ran out on you, but he was a rat.”

  “If you think about it, he was only saying you’re… really pretty.” Emily was well aware of the no-no words.

  Tanya noted the stumble. “I know I’m probably being over-sensitive, but under this…” She stabbed her chest with a finger. “…there’s a real person, with feelings. And a brain.”

  “I wish I had your problems,” Emily sighed, then smiled. Tanya didn’t take offense. It was an old joke between the pair. Emily was thin, blond and by her own admission, plain-looking. When they were out together, Tanya got all the admiring looks, which bugged them both for completely opposite reasons. Tanya knew her friend was jealous and wished with all her heart that she could swap bodies to help her friend. Emily respected Tanya for that. When the pair were alone, enjoying a glass of red and snacks in front of a movie, their looks were irrelevant, although Tanya pampered her friend, making her pretty through the deft use of cosmetics she had little need for.

  Emily had suggested only once that Tanya consider modeling.

  “Why not take advantage of your gift?” she’d asked after her fourth glass of red.

  Tanya had r
emained calm and explained to her inebriated friend that she had no desire to give into the pressures from everyone around her.

  “So you’re rebelling, is that it?”

  “Maybe I am. Maybe I refuse to be what they expect me to be.”

  “You want to be more,” Emily decided, sloshing wine onto her wrist.

  “I love my music, and I want to write songs and paint. Yet all anyone can see when they look at me is…” she dropped her voice by an octave. “…model.”

  “You don’t want to give in.”

  “I don’t want to be controlled, or steered. Is it too much to ask that I have some choice in my life?”

  “No. Not at all. Absolutely not,” Emily said, her eyes closed the entire time. Her glass was only a quarter full, but she still managed to spray droplets onto her legs.