Boss Love_Boss 3

by Victoria Quinn

“I’ve made a commitment to Thorn. He’s a good man, and I’ll be happy with him.”

  “And bored.”

  Her eyes flashed with annoyance. “Love like ours is the kind that lasts. He’s powerful, trustworthy, everything I’m looking for. And even if he wasn’t, it’s been done.”

  “You haven’t signed a marriage license.”

  “But I don’t break my promises.”

  Thorn made her promise to marry him? What kind of man would do that? A proposal shouldn’t be coerced. It should be wanted.

  “And Hunt, you have the rest of the women in New York City to bed. A man such as yourself wasn’t built for a single woman.”

  “I don’t know about that.” I rubbed my fingertips against my lips. “I’m enjoying having you.”

  “For now.” She turned away and grabbed her papers. She cleared her throat, silently dismissing the conversation. “I’m doing that campaign with Connor. We’ll start shooting in a few days. I’m running late to lunch. I’m meeting Thorn.”

  I didn’t want her to meet Thorn either. I was jealous of the man who’d secured her so long ago. I was jealous of how committed she was to him, how she deemed him to be the only man good enough to share her life with.

  I rose out of my chair the moment she did. “I’m coming over at seven.”

  She looked up at me, her hair pulled over one shoulder. She accepted my statement without argument. “Yes, Boss Man.”

  Before she could walk away, I circled my arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. I kissed her hard on the mouth, my hand digging into her hair. My fingers grazed along the soft skin of her neck, gliding over her pulse and to the fall of her hair. I kissed her with passion, angst. I kissed her like she was the only woman in the world I ever wanted to kiss.

  And she kissed me back.

  The kiss lasted for minutes. She obviously didn’t care about being a few minutes late if it was for a good reason.

  And this was definitely a good reason.

  When I finished, I pulled away with my hand still on the back of her neck. “Thorn Cutler will never kiss you like that.” My fingers released her reluctantly, but my eyes bored into her in a way they never had before.

  * * *

  I was just about to walk out the door when I came face-to-face with Pine.

  “Going somewhere?” He waggled both of his eyebrows.

  “You’re stalking me now?”

  “I have to because you keep blowing me off.”

  “I’m not blowing you off. I’m busy, man.”

  “Well, you’re busy a lot lately. You’ve never had a hard time squeezing in a party here and there.”

  “I told you I’m meeting the Megaland guys tonight.”

  “It’s seven o’ clock. Bullshit.”

  “Work never sleeps. You know that.”

  “Shut up and let’s go. I’m not leaving until you come out with me.” He blocked the door with his body.

  “You think that’s gonna stop me?”

  He shrugged. “Probably not. But I’ll just follow you if you don’t come along. And we both know you don’t want me to follow you…because you’re hiding something.”

  I was hiding something.

  “Maybe you’re fucking a princess from Thailand or the press secretary at the White House, I don’t know. But you can fuck her later. Let’s go.”

  Pine had me cornered, and his suspicions were right on the money. But at least he didn’t suspect Titan was the woman I was screwing. That was one thing to be thankful for.

  * * *

  Nightlife was the same even though I’d been out of the game for a while. It was a bunch of neon lights, darkness, waitresses in tight skirts, and tits.

  So many tits.

  Two girls made out in front of me, trying to seduce me so I’d take them back to my penthouse. Their tongues moved in tandem before they sealed their mouths together. They groped each other’s tits through their dresses.

  I watched them as I drank my Old Fashioned, knowing it was the only way to keep up the pretense that I was single and fucked anything that moved. Stuff like this usually turned me on. I liked girl-on-girl action as much as the next guy.

  But I didn’t feel anything right now.

  There was one place I wanted to be—with Titan.

  The sex with her was hotter than any threesome I’d ever had. I wouldn’t want to watch her make out with another woman. The only thing I’d like to watch is a recording of me fucking her.

  Pine had a girl on his arm, some black-haired woman with almond-shaped eyes. Mike was making out with a blonde. The music constantly thudded against my ears, the sound blaring and loud. It was going to give me a headache by the end of the night.

  “Quite the show.” Brett came out of nowhere and fell into the seat beside me, his eyes on the two women making out in the chair beside me. “Admission is free, right?”

  “Not for you.”

  He chuckled and kept watching them. “Wow. I don’t even kiss that well.”

  “Female intuition.”

  Brett watched them as he rubbed the side of his face. He hardly blinked.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a message from Titan. Since it’s been two hours, I assume you aren’t coming.

  I’d meant to give her a heads-up, but I never had a chance. Got caught up. I’ll be there around midnight.

  Well, maybe I won’t be.

  She was pissed. But I liked it when she was pissed. She was mad I wasn’t there, which meant she wished I were there. And that was excellent news to me. I smiled before I shoved my phone back into my pocket.

  “Seeing anyone?” Brett suddenly asked.

  I nodded to the two women. “Right now, them.”

  Brett stared at me. But it was an unusual stare. Heated, intense, intimidating…he’d never looked at me that way before.

  “Everything alright?”

  He drank from his glass, his throat shifting as he downed the liquid.

  I kept staring at him, waiting for some kind of explanation.

  “Be straight with me, man.”

  “Sorry?” I raised an eyebrow, unsure if I was reading his expression correctly. It was dark and he looked mad, but I wasn’t sure if he was truly mad. What the hell would he be mad about?

  “I asked if you were seeing someone.”

  “And I said no.”

  “Which is a lie.”

  My ears stopped vibrating with the bass of the music, and now my heartbeat was heavy in my ears. I could hear it as well as feel it. My brother never had a problem calling me out on my shit, and he was doing it now. And he was always right before he started a brawl.

  He knew about Titan.

  How? I didn’t know.

  Why did he decide to mention it then? I didn’t have a clue. Fortunately, my friends seemed caught up with their dates, so they didn’t care about me. The music was too loud to overhear us.

  Brett looked just as angry as he had a minute ago. “Why are you lying to me?”

  I still didn’t have a confirmation that he was referring to Titan, but I suspected he was. “How did you know?” I baited him into it, seeing what he would say.

  “The way you talk about her. You kiss the ground that woman walks on.”

  “Do not,” I snapped. “I just respect her, admire her.”

  “And that text conversation you just had.”

  Was I naïve to assume my brother wouldn’t invade my privacy like that? “That was a dick thing to do.”

  “I didn’t look on purpose. The screen is bright as fuck, and her name was right at the top.”

  “That doesn’t mean anything. We work together.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re gonna lie again?”

  My brother had me. There was no getting out of it. I didn’t say anything to incriminate myself further.

  “How long has this been going on?”

  I’d promised Titan I wouldn’t tell anyone, and now I felt like I’d betrayed h
er. But in my defense, I didn’t tell him anything. And I wouldn’t tell him about our arrangement. That was something I could protect, at least. “A few months.”

  “What about Thorn?”

  How did I get around this one? “They’ve…kinda got an open relationship.”

  “So, she’s not cheating?”

  “No,” I said quickly. “Titan would never do that.”

  Now that I was talking to Brett, he seemed to ease up. “Why are you keeping this a secret?”

  “She doesn’t want anyone to know. I would have told you, but…she told me not to.” I nodded to Pine and Mike. “They don’t know either.”

  “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he asked incredulously. “I’m your brother.”

  “It’s not like we talk about women anyway.”

  “We do if we’re seeing them for a few months.”

  It wasn’t how it seemed, but I couldn’t correct him. “I don’t think it’s gonna last. Another reason why I didn’t want to mention it.”

  “Why not? You’re running a company with her now.”

  “She’s just not…looking for anything serious.” I turned back to the women making out on the couch. “And it’s not like I am either. I just enjoy being with her.”

  Brett stared at the side of my face.

  “Keep this between us, alright?” I said. “I mean it.”

  “You can trust me, Hunt. You know that.”

  “Yeah…I do.”

  “So, you guys are just fuck buddies, then?”

  I nodded. “Pretty much.”

  “You’re a lucky man, Hunt.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Not too many men are man enough for a woman like that.”

  I certainly was.

  “But she seems like a really cool person. If it were me…I’d have a hard time not falling for her.”

  I stared at the girls harder, brushing off what he’d said.

  Brett let it hang in the air, probably on purpose.

  I hoped this conversation was finally finished. The longer it continued, the more likely someone could catch on.

  “Why don’t you take off and go to her?” he asked. “You’d obviously rather be there instead of here.” He nodded at my friends. “And they won’t even notice you’re gone.”

  “And ditch you?”

  “Ditch me?” he asked incredulously. He turned to the two women with their hands up each other’s dresses. “I’m taking these women home tonight. Don’t you worry about me. Now go home to the woman you’ve been thinking about all night. If I were you, that’s where I’d be.”

  * * *

  The elevators doors opened at midnight. I walked into her penthouse and found her sitting on the couch. I didn’t pack my bag because I came straight to her place. I’d have to wake up early so I could head back to my penthouse and get ready before heading to the office.

  She was sitting on the couch, a glass of red wine in front of her.

  That was a surprising change.

  She greeted me with a simple look. “Ran out of whiskey.”

  I smiled as I moved toward her. “Now it makes sense.” I moved to the spot beside her on the couch and immediately dug my hand into her hair. My hips wanted to thrust inside her, and I wanted to give this woman enough come that it dripped down her thighs when she stood in the shower. Fortunately, she was in just a t-shirt, so I pulled it up past her hips.

  She pressed her hand against my chest, immediately pushing me off her. “You had fun tonight, huh?” With a tone full of furious accusation, she didn’t look as aroused to see me as I was to see her.

  “Not really.”

  “Didn’t seem like it.”

  I moved my body forward again, guiding her back to the couch. “Were you there?”

  “No. But someone with a camera was.”

  I grabbed her panties and started to pull them off.

  She slapped my hand away, her eyes full of daggers. “Looked like you had a threesome.”

  “Someone took a picture of me watching those chicks make out?”

  “Yeah…you seemed pretty into it.”

  “I’d rather watch you touch yourself.”

  She slapped me across the face, her palm smacking hard against my skin.

  I turned with the hit and felt a scorching surge of arousal. I slowly turned back to her, turned on and pissed off. “I wouldn’t have been watching two women get it on if I could just tell my friends that I’m seeing you. But you don’t give me that luxury.” Since she was already furious, I didn’t want to add fuel to the fire by mentioning Brett knew about the two of us.

  “You could have not gone.”

  “Pine came by my place. I told him I had to work, but he didn’t believe me. I’ve been blowing him off for weeks. I don’t blame him for being annoyed. But if I could tell him the situation, he would knock it off.”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  After our conversation that morning, she still couldn’t trust me? “You really are uptight.”

  Smack.

  I wasn’t planning on her slapping me, but I liked it. After I turned with the hit, I looked down at her. “And you have a tight ass.”

  She slapped me for a third time.

  This time, I yanked on her panties hard, ripping them slightly at the seams. I quickly got my slacks and boxers off, forgetting about the shoes and crawling on top of her. I pinned her down, hooked one leg over the back of the couch, and slid inside her.

  So fucking wet.

  I paused as I was seated inside her, feeling the warm tightness surround my length. I had been staring at those two women when I could have been doing this the entire time. Seemed like a waste. “Now I know why you’re so mad. You’ve been wanting me to fuck you all night.” I started to move inside her, using slow and even strokes.

  “God, you’re cocky.” She bit her bottom lip as she unbuttoned my shirt, getting it open so there was nothing but skin between us.

  “Yes, I’m a cocky god.” I buried her into the couch and moved between her legs, being greeted by more moisture as I got the momentum going. I thrust hard and deep, causing her ass to leave a print on the cushion.

  She enjoyed me so much that she didn’t give me shit about the arrogant comment I’d just made. She grabbed on to my hips and moved with me the best she could, taking in my long length with eagerness. “Hunt…yes.”

  “Tell me you missed me.”

  She looked me in the eye as she dug her nails into my chest. “I missed you…”

  “More.”

  “I missed you, Boss Man.”

  I thrust harder, all the muscles in my back firing off as I fucked this woman good. I gripped the back of her neck as an anchor, keeping her in position so I could fuck her as deep as I wanted. “Fuck yes.”

  She moaned as she fucked me back just as hard. We’d done kinky things together, but we’d never fucked quite as hard as this. We were doing whatever we could to feel each other, to feel that shattering sensation of euphoria.

  “Ask my permission to come.”

  For just a second, her eyes lit up in rebuttal. But it quickly melted away when her desire to climax outweighed her pride. “Let me come, Boss Man.”

  “Beg.” I deepened the angle and thrust deeper, our mouths together and my tongue in her mouth.

  “Please…”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Boss Man…let me come.”

  I gripped her hair harder and forced her gaze directly into mine. “You were jealous tonight. Admit it.”

  She breathed into my mouth, her nails dragging down my back.

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes…I was jealous.”

  “Jealous of what?”

  She moaned as I fucked her harder, barely stopping herself from coming. “Of you watching them…”

  “And?”

  “I want you to only watch me.”

  Now I wanted to come. I wanted to fill her with all my seed and watch it drip everywhere. That senten
ce was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard her say. “You can come, baby…”

  Right on cue, she exploded, her pussy clenching my dick with everything it had. “Boss Man…yes…god.” She pressed her face into my neck, cut me with her nails, and writhed with me, sweat streaking across her body.

  I gave two more pumps before I exploded inside her, dumping all of my arousal into her cunt. That was what I’d wanted to do all night, not watch some women try to fulfill my desires. I already a woman who knew exactly how to do that.

  She laid her head back, breathing hard and with pointy nipples.

  “Say thank you.” I commanded her with my eyes, forcing her to obey.

  She almost didn’t. She struggled with it, struggled more than when I asked her anything else.

  I grabbed her hair and yanked on it. “I just fucked you the way you liked. Now thank me for it.”

  Her eyes were sizzling pans, and a single drop of water would make them spit with steam. A woman like her didn’t need to thank any man for fucking her, but I wasn’t any man. I was the man who owned this woman until our arrangement was finished. She had to say it if she wanted me to keep fucking her. “Thank you…”

  The muscles of my ass and back tightened in reaction. I got the most powerful woman in the world to thank me for making her come, making her legs shake in a powerful climax. I owned every inch of her, and she knew it. This power, this strength, was something that sent me all the way to the moon.

  Now I was hard again.

  I started to thrust. “Good. Now I’ll make you come again.”

  * * *

  It was two in the morning when we got into bed. I slept in the nude because I was too tired to pull my boxers on. Thankfully, my alarm on my phone was automatic, so I didn’t need to worry about setting it every night. I often didn’t know where I would end up at night, so it was one less thing for me to worry about.

  Titan got into bed beside me, her face washed and ready for sleep. She pulled on my collared shirt, the one I’d been wearing out at the bar. It smelled like booze, sweat, and cologne.

  “You’re going to sleep in that?”

  “I prefer your t-shirts, but this will do.”

  “I can always leave a few over here…” I smiled when I pictured her having an attachment to my clothes. She could afford to buy the most expensive shirts in the world, the most comfortable, but she chose mine.