Man Candy

by Tia Siren

  *****

  “Avaline,” Colten shouted. Avaline hurried into his office, carrying a notepad. “I want you to book a two rooms at the Hilton Hotel in London.”

  “Sure. Who shall I say will be staying?”

  “Me and you.”

  “Er...okay,” She looked at him suspiciously.

  “Why are you looking at me like that? I'm going to look at some deals in London, and I need my PA with me.”

  “But you've never done any business outside the US.”

  “And now is the perfect time to start. The market has reached rock bottom. There are some great deals around in London.”

  “Right. When are we going?”

  “Tomorrow. You'll need to book the flights as well. First class for me, economy for you.”

  Avaline looked a little disappointed, but Colten was in no mood for it. It would do her good to realize who was the boss. She'd had enough of his hospitality. Now it was time for her to feel like she was way down in the pecking order again.

  The next day Robert dropped them off at Los Angeles International Airport, and they boarded a nonstop flight to London. It took eleven hours. Colten arrived refreshed, having slept most of the way in a comfortable reclining chair. Avaline, on the other hand, was sleep deprived and sweaty after her ordeal in economy class.

  When they arrived at the Hilton, Avaline wanted to go to bed, but Colten wasn't having any of it. He decided he wanted to see the sights. He paid a taxi driver a small fortune to drive them around a list of sights he'd downloaded from the internet before they’d left LA.

  When they reached Buckingham Palace, he prodded Avaline, who was nodding off next to him. “Look. That's where the queen hangs out. It's great to see, isn't it?” Avaline nodded, her eyes half closed. To her, it was some large building with an ornate railing in front of it, nothing to get worked up about. Colten was equally enthusiastic at the Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, Nelson's Column, and Piccadilly Circus. By the time they reached the Hilton, Avaline was fast asleep.

  Colten decided he would give her a few hours to sleep and then buy her dinner. They had a lot of appointments the following day, so in the meantime he did some preparation in his room.

  At 6 p.m. he rang Avaline.

  “Hello?” she said in a gruff voice.

  “Did you sleep well?”

  “Yes. Very.”

  “Dinner in an hour in the main restaurant.” He hung up.

  Avaline had packed a black cocktail dress, and she decided if he were going to be an asshole to her, then she would return the favor. He'd made her fly economy all the way from LA, and it was perfectly obvious that her room was nowhere near as luxurious as his. She didn't expect the best room in the house, but she wasn't going to be treated like a servant either. She was going to make him suffer. She would look so hot that he'd have an erection all through dinner.

  When she arrived in reception via the elevator, she did look hot. A few handsome men were checking into the hotel, and all of them watched every step she took until she disappeared into the restaurant. Colten was sitting at a cosy table for two in the corner, next to the window. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. As she moved sensually toward him, he saw her hips swinging, fighting the black material, and her breasts standing proud for this attention. Her blond hair waved past her shoulders to the middle of her back.

  “You look stunning,” he said. “I know you're my PA, and you don't like me talking like that, but you are so beautiful tonight.”

  “Well, it's London. It's a classy place, so I decided to make a bit of an effort.”

  While the waiter was busy pouring the wine, Colten made a decision. Tonight had to be the night. It was make or break time. He wanted her, and he was used to getting his way. No, he always got his way. If she refused him, then it would be the last time.

  “That was great,” she said after coffee. “It's really a luxurious place, isn't it? More luxury than I have ever seen.”

  “You could have all the luxury in the world; you know that.”

  “I know. You keep telling me. Only I know what I have to do for that, and I'm not a gold digger, and as I've said so often, it's unprofessional.”

  He looked at her as his erection grew larger. “I don't think you quite understand. I don't just want you for a quickie or a few months. My intentions are honorable.”

  “Not according to your track record. What else do I have to go on? I need this job, and if you get bored of me and kick me out, where will I go? No, Colten, it's not right.”

  Colten stood up and offered her his arm. “Very well. Let me escort you to your room and we'll call it a night.” She took his arm, and they proceeded to leave the restaurant. On the way past an elderly couple, Colten heard the lady say, “What a lovely couple.”

  It seemed to Colten as if the elevator took an age to get to the third floor. Eventually, a bell rang and the door opened. “This is me,” Avaline said. “I can manage from here.”

  “No way. Look what happened to you in LA when you were left on your own.”

  “Colten, I'm in a luxury London hotel. I'm hardly going to get mugged between here and my room.”

  Colten wasn't having it. He got out of the elevator and proceeded to escort her to her room. Outside room 315, she stopped and looked for the key in her bag.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I will remember it for a long time,” she said.

  Colten snatched the key card from her hand and shoved it into the slot. The lock clicked, and he pushed the door open.

  “What are you...?”

  “I've had enough of this. I want you and I'm going to have you. I'm going take what I want, and you're going to enjoy it.”

  “But I told you—”

  Colten pulled her into the room and pushed her face first against the wall. He closed the door with his foot and leaned against her back. He put his mouth on her neck and kissed it.

  “You want it as much as I do, so stop playing games with me. You're teasing me, and I've had more than my fill of it.”

  She felt his hand at the hem of her dress and soon her buttocks were exposed to the cool air in the room. He pulled her string off in one easy movement and put his hand over her vulva.

  “As I thought, you're wet as hell. Now tell me you don't want me.” Avaline didn't say anything. The authority in his voice and the way he'd ripped her panties off had turned her on. “Come on, tell me. You want it too, don't you?” He let his fingers massage her womanhood as he kissed her neck again.

  “Damn you. Yes, I want it. But I want more than a quick screw. If I let you take me, that's it; I want it all. I'm not one of your cheap whores.”

  “I've told you, you can have it all. Whatever you want.” His free hand reached around and pulled one of her breasts out of the flimsy dress. Her nipple was already hard.

  “I want love, respect, and your affection.”

  He pulled her from the wall and threw her onto the bed. He got on top of her and kissed her. “You got it, babe. You got it all. Now just let me fuck you for Christ’s sake.”

  She kissed him back and put her arm around his neck. With his body on top of hers, she could feel his erection pressing against her belly. He pulled away and stood up. He threw his jacket onto the chair in the corner of the room and took off his tie. His shoes and socks followed the jacket.

  Avaline sat up and helped him unfasten his shirt. When it slipped off his shoulders, she ran her hands over his smooth skin. She playfully raked her nails over his chest and kissed each of his nipples.

  “There's something going on down here,” she said. “Let's see what you've got.” She lowered his zipper and put her hand inside his pants and then into his shorts. “Now that's a cock,” she whispered as she felt how long and thick he was.

  He smiled and reached down to her dress. He unfastened the halter and let it fall from her breasts. “Nice,” he whispered as he fondled them. He pulled her hand out of his pants and slid them, and his shorts, down p
ast his thighs. Avaline slipped out of the dress and lay on the bed, naked. When he was ready, he lay down next to her and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her with a low moan. She stayed still and bent down to kiss him.

  “So you like a woman on top?” she asked.

  “I want to look at you. I want to see your face and your tits.” He thrust his hips up, encouraging her to move. And move she did. She bucked up and down on him, pressing her pubic bone against his shaft. He played with her breasts, flicking his thumb over her nipples. She increased the pace, her hips moving back and forth as fast as she could manage. When he reached behind her and groped her buttocks, she let out a loud moan and slumped in a shaking heap on top of him. He put his strong arms around her and flipped her onto her back. He lay still until her orgasm was over. Then he entered her again. This time, he was in charge, and he began to thrust into her with hard strokes that made her gasp. He was heavy on her but warm, and she loved the intimacy. She loved the coarse feel of the hair on his thighs and the feel of his face as she ran her fingers over his cheeks. He was an intense lover who demanded she open her legs as wide as she could and take him into her. He was a man, a real man, the kind of man she'd always wanted. Now that he was between her legs, she wanted him to stay there forever.

  He rammed her harder, his lust overflowing. She fought back, wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up, demanding his seed. He began to sweat, and she loved the scent of him.

  “Come on,” she said. “Take me with you.” She reached down and touched herself.

  “I'm coming, fucking coming,” he shouted. Avaline rubbed herself furiously and reached an intense orgasm at the same time his semen spilled from him and into her warm depth.

  On top of her, breathing hard, he kissed the side of her face and then her neck. She wrapped her long legs tighter around his back, not wanting him to leave her. When he had to, he rolled off her and lay next to her. He took her hand and lay it on his stomach.

  “I like you a hell of a lot. I'm not letting you go,” he said.

  “I want to spend so much time with you. I want to know all of you. You know I can't be your PA now, don't you?”

  “Yes, I know. What do you really want to do?”

  “I want to be a mom.”

  “Well, let's see what we can arrange,” he said, rolling onto his side. “Give me a few minutes.”

  ***

  THE END

  Billionaire Boss Romance - Her Hot Boss

  Can Nia be strong enough to say no to a sexy billionaire?

  Nia is just starting to make it in the world of business. Her boss, Mr. Ellis, a real estate developer with a heart for the community, hires her as his personal assistant with one very special provision: she must be available for him 24 hours a day and live in his mansion.

  Being a young and talented woman, she works hard handling everything that Mr. Ellis requires of her. While Mr. Ellis values her business acumen, he also needs her talents for more personal tasks as well – like ushering his previous night’s conquests out the door in the morning.

  But what happens when the sexy billionaire starts to work his charms on Nia? She begins to question the real reason why he had hired her in the first place. And, an unexpected pregnancy has her wondering if Mr. Ellis is really the person she wants to have a child with.

  Nia is one woman that knows what she wants out of life and she won’t hesitate to go after it - at any cost.

  Chapter 1

  I had known there was a possibility that I would have to manage personal matters for Mr. Ellis, but this was becoming a daily chore for which I had no interest.

  “Ahem” I coughed.

  The woman was pretty, a tall, leggy blonde with gorgeous skin. Her full figure was sprawled out over the rich silk bedspread, and I couldn’t help but compare her likeness to the girl from the previous night. Mr. Ellis seemed to have a thing for tall blondes. But, then again, there was the redhead last week who had stayed for the weekend.

  The girl in the bed stirred and snapped awake after noticing me at the end of the bed.

  “It’s 10:30 a.m. and Mr. Ellis has left for business. Breakfast is available whenever you’d like it, and a car is ready to take you wherever you need to go,” I said.

  “Thank you, but I think I’ll stay here until he returns,” she responded condescendingly.

  I picked up a few of her things from the floor and tossed them to the bed.

  “Unfortunately, that won’t be possible, as Mr. Ellis will be busy the remainder of the day. We have your number should he fancy your company again.”

  I couldn’t help but feel disdainful of the woman lying comfortably on the bed. She probably hadn’t done much with her life outside of looking attractive. It seemed she wasn’t enjoying my ogling.

  “Give me a minute to get dressed, and keep your tongue in your mouth. I only prefer men…most of the time,” she said while biting her lip.

  The idea of sleeping with a woman like that seemed reprehensible.

  “Whatever the case, I have business that needs attending. I’ll take my leave.”

  She gave me a snarl while picking up her things. I paid her no mind and left the room.

  The rich marble walls reflected the light passing through the skylight in the main lobby and illuminated the vast entry space. Brent, my driver for the day, stood by the front door in his crisp black suit and driving gloves.

  I couldn’t say that I was incredibly used to being driven around just yet, but it was something I could grow to enjoy.

  I snatched my briefcase from the entryway table, and Brent threw open the front doors for my exit.

  “Thank you,” I muttered.

  He ushered me into the black sedan, and I took a moment to look at today’s schedule on my phone. I was running a little late and was hoping Mr. Ellis wouldn’t be too upset about my tardiness.

  Brent was a safe driver and quite quick as well. Before long, we had left Mr. Ellis’s grand estate and were downtown. Perhaps I wouldn’t be late after all.

  We arrived at a new dig site that was to be christened today. It was a notably large site in the downtown area and was currently a parking lot. However, the location was excellent for what Mr. Ellis planned to build.

  After exiting the car, I walked with purpose to meet with my newest employer. He stood beside a reasonably large stage where several members of the media were setting up for today’s announcement. I could tell he wasn’t nervous in the slightest. He actually looked more excited than anything else.

  If only people knew what his nightlife was like.

  “Good morning, Mr. Ellis,” I said as I approached.

  He held up a hand for silence. He was on the phone, and I couldn’t tell incredibly well, but it sounded like he was speaking Italian. I waited a moment, taking the small amount of time I had to look over the day’s schedule.

  I couldn’t help but look up from the schedule a couple times to admire the man who had given me such an auspicious position. He was quite handsome, if you were into tall, clean-shaven men. His cropped hairstyle promoted his professional businessman persona, but his slightly unkempt tie and unbuttoned white dress shirt belayed what little professionalism he tried to exude. His dark brown eyes were piercing when he looked at me as I looked back. Distracted now, he finished his call, and I produced a portfolio with some particulars he needed to look over.

  “Mr. Ellis, this was faxed over from legal this morning. They need you to look it over before they make final arrangements.”

  He looked down at the folder, opened it for a moment, and then folded it closed.

  “What do you think, Nia?” he asked.

  I made it a point to look over all legal documents; it was good practice for my business degree.

  “They want to close it out at 15 percent, a 4 percent increase from the last proposal. You’d make an estimated 4 million from signing, and that’s before ground is struck,” I said confidently.

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p; He opened it back up and sifted through a few of the papers. “What do you think? I want your opinion.”

  I paused and thought. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was testing me or if he really did value my opinion. I considered lying and agreeing with the numbers on the page, but I had a distinct feeling he wouldn’t enjoy his personal aide lying to him.

  “The numbers are a little rough, but it’s a good deal. I think we could come up 3 percent on the back end, but it’ll be a good investment either way, Mr. Ellis.”

  He handed back the portfolio, and I stuffed it inside my briefcase. “Tell them to come up 3 percent or I won’t sign.”

  I couldn’t help but feel a little giddy that he’d taken my advice, but I also worried that I may be wrong and might have cost him the deal.

  “Mr. Ell—”

  “Nia, I know you haven’t been working here long, but after a month you’d think you’d get over the formalities with me. Just call me Tom like everyone else does.”

  “Of course, Mr. Ell—” He shot me a look, and I realized my mistake. “Tom.”

  Another well-dressed man approached from the other side of the stage. “We’re just about ready for you. Another five minutes and we’ll be set.”

  “Good, good. I have to get back to the office as soon as possible,” Tom replied.

  The stranger disappeared into the small crowd that began to swell.

  “Tom,” I said, feeling a little more personal, “come a little closer.”

  He leaned in, smiling, and I took the opportunity to straighten up his collar. I couldn’t avoid the amazing smell that wafted from him. The cologne he wore must have cost more than my old apartment. He seemed not to be paying much attention to his clothing, as he lingered a little longer than was needed.

  “You’re all set,” I said. “I’ll have the documents drawn up again for the meeting later.”

  “Nia, what would I do without you?” he asked with a smile.

  “You’d find another personal assistant capable of making a slob like you look good,” I said with a wink.