Boss Love_Boss 3

by Victoria Quinn

  It had nothing to do with the fabric.

  “No,” she said. “That’s okay.” She lay beside me and pulled up the sheets. But she was stiff, not relaxed like she had been with me that morning. Anytime we were in this bed together and we weren’t having sex, she was rigid like a board. She stared at the ceiling blankly, counting down the hours until morning finally returned.

  I thought this objection would end after the first or second night, but she obviously wouldn’t let it go.

  “Would this help?” I stayed on my side of the bed, a foot of space between us.

  “What?” she whispered, slowly turning her head toward me.

  “If I stayed here all night. Didn’t touch you.”

  “If you want to be helpful, you could just go.”

  “No. You need to get over this. You’re never going to sleep with Thorn?”

  “I’m sure we’ll have our own bedrooms.”

  “And your kids won’t think that’s odd?”

  She shrugged. “It’ll be one of our weird hang-ups.”

  “It’s a really weird hang-up,” I said honestly. “You’re a fearless woman who isn’t scared of anything. Don’t you think it’s time to overcome this? You’re being a pussy right now, Titan.”

  Her eyes snapped open in disbelief. “Did you just call me a pussy?”

  “Yep. And I meant it.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.”

  “Then educate me. You said you would be willing to tell me.”

  “I said I was willing to consider it.”

  “Well, you’ve had plenty of time.”

  “Two days…”

  “That’s enough time. Now tell me.”

  She looked at the ceiling again, her answer obvious.

  This woman was such a pain in the ass. “Back to what I was saying. What if I stayed over here?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “And I promised not to touch you. It’s like not I’m not even here. You know, baby steps.”

  “I guess we could try it. I haven’t slept much in three days. I’m exhausted.”

  What kind of fear would possess her to stay awake for nearly three nights straight? “Alright. You have my word. I won’t touch you.”

  “Really?”

  “My word is pretty damn powerful.”

  She extended her hand to me.

  I eyed it, having no idea what she was doing.

  “Let’s shake on it.”

  I couldn’t suppress the chuckle in my throat. “Fine, if that works for you.” I shook her hand then stuck to my side of the bed.

  She adjusted her pillow, tossed and turned a few times to get comfortable, and then fell asleep immediately.

  I could tell by her breathing.

  I didn’t sleep right away. Instead, I watched her sleep beside me, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Her hair was across the pillow, and my collared shirt was loose around her body. When Titan was at her most vulnerable, she was also the most beautiful.

  I wished I could see this version of her every day.

  4

  Titan

  When my alarm went off the next morning, I realized I’d been asleep that entire time.

  And I could actually think clearly.

  I turned off the alarm and looked at Hunt beside me. He was on his side of the bed, one arm tucked under his head while the other held up his phone. He scrolled through his messages. He seemed to have been awake for the past few minutes.

  “Sleep well?” he asked with a husky voice.

  “Actually…yeah.”

  “I kept my promise.”

  I wiped the sleep from my eyes and finally felt energy in my body again. Crunching numbers and plotting my business empire was nearly impossible when I couldn’t think of two coherent sentences in a row. Now my mind was fresh again. I could enjoy the beautiful view outside my window for the first time in days. “Thank you.”

  “Baby steps.” He kicked the covers back, revealing his throbbing cock against his body. Long and thick, his nine inches were impressive every time I looked. “So.” He propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. “Can I cross the line now?” He straightened his fingers and drew a line down the center of the bed.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He circled his arm around my waist and pulled me to the center. He moved on top of me and separated my thighs with his own. He moved between my legs and pushed his thick cock inside me, sliding until he was completely sheathed. “I love dumping my come inside you first thing in the morning.” He got right down to business, stimulating my clit with his pelvic bone and shoving his cock deep inside me. He thrust hard and fast, pushing me into a quick orgasm followed by his own. When he finished, he pulled out of me and immediately got into the shower.

  As I sat there with his come lingering inside me, I had to admit I liked morning sex too. There was no kissing or introductions. It was straight sex, right to the point. It was quick and good, skipping the foreplay because neither one of us needed it.

  It was a great way to start the day.

  * * *

  My driver was taking me to Stratosphere.

  Thorn called me. “What’s up, Titan?”

  “You called me.” I scrolled through the emails on my tablet.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Wanted to know if we could use your plane this weekend.”

  “What’s wrong with yours?”

  “Yours is newer,” he said. “Also, mine is in maintenance.”

  “Sure, that’s fine.”

  “Great. How’s it going with your boy toy?”

  “Pretty good actually.” The divider was up between my driver and me so he couldn’t overhear what I was saying.

  “And the sleepovers?”

  “Gotten better.”

  “Really?” he asked in surprise. “You actually slept?”

  “Yeah. He promised he wouldn’t touch me in the middle of the night. I know he’s a man of his word, so I was able to sleep.”

  “Wow. Talk about progress.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Nothing,” he said quickly. “You two just seem to be getting close.”

  “I think we’ve always been close. I see him every day.”

  “But close in a different kind of way.”

  “How so?”

  “I don’t know… I didn’t see you getting over the sleepovers.”

  “I wouldn’t say I’m over them,” I said. “I just found last night tolerable.” My driver pulled up to the building, so I had to wrap up the call. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Alright. See ya.”

  I hung up and walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor and stepped out into the open room. The conference room door was closed, so I assumed Hunt was already inside. I made a cup of coffee before I stepped in. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” He eyed the Styrofoam cup like it was an oddity.

  “What?”

  “What are you drinking?”

  “Coffee.”

  Now he was in shock. “You drink things other than booze?”

  I rolled my eyes and sat down. “Shut up.”

  When he chuckled, he wore the sexiest smile. It was charming and endearing, revealing the sweet version of this man that very few people got to witness. His navy tie matched his suit, which was the same deep royal color. He was looked good in every suit he had, but this was a particularly good color on him.

  “You look nice today,” I said bluntly.

  He adjusted his tie. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

  I opened my folder and got to work. We spent the next two and half hours focusing on everything we needed to get done. Hunt was right to the point when it came to business, skipping over things that didn’t have the same priority. He could compartmentalize tasks, never forgetting the least important stuff, but she
lving it for a later time. He was quick with his reasoning, overruling me in a lot of things because he had a better approach. He’d done business in this space a lot longer than I had, so he had vital expertise to share.

  He was a great partner.

  “I’ll make sure this is all wrapped up by tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “Because there will be no work this weekend.” He gave me that intense expression I’d come to decipher immediately. Its meaning was as plain as a sunny day.

  He wasn’t going to be happy with my news. “I’ll be in Chicago this weekend.”

  “Why?” He didn’t raise his voice or change his tone, but he somehow brought more authority into the words.

  “Thorn and I are visiting his parents. They’re hosting an event for their company.”

  Hunt’s expression didn’t change, but he somehow looked ruthless. His dark eyebrows came closer together, and his coffee-colored eyes no longer looked warm like a fall morning. He looked dangerous, like coal sitting in the bottom of a mine. “You aren’t going.”

  This exchange of power was becoming more difficult to bear. We interpreted authority in different ways. I only commanded him to come to me, not forbade him from going other places. His sense of control extended far and wide, taking the meaning in a much different way. “That’s an abuse of power.”

  “There are no safe words with us. So there are no rules.”

  “I already told them I’m going.”

  “Then tell them you aren’t going.”

  “Hunt—”

  “You aren’t carrying on with Thorn on my time, Titan. I own you for the next six weeks.”

  “I never told you where to go and not to go.”

  “But you didn’t care what I was doing when you summoned me. I’ll summon you just the way you did to me—and you better come on your hands and knees.”

  I respected his fire but also despised it. “I’m stuck, Hunt. There’s nothing I can do. His parents planned this months ago—”

  “Not my problem.”

  I steadied myself from rolling my eyes. “Well, I’m going. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  “Except handcuff you to my bed.” He cocked his head to the side, making the threat more real.

  “Then I’ll leave you when you least expect it.”

  “You’re that determined to defy me?”

  “I’m that determined to keep my word to Thorn. I’ve been blowing him off enough as it is.”

  “Like I haven’t been blowing off all my friends,” he said coldly. “At least he knows about me.”

  I couldn’t argue with a man who always had the upper hand. “I’ll be back Sunday night. It’ll only be two evenings.”

  “That’s too long. But if you insist on going, that’s fine.”

  I couldn’t believe he caved that easily after all the things he’d said. “Really?”

  “Because I’m coming with you.”

  Now that was a twist. “What?”

  “You’ll stay with me at my hotel. Go out and do your thing. But the second it’s over, you’re coming back to me.”

  “We usually stay with his parents…”

  “Then I’m staying with them too, or you’re staying in a hotel. Your pick.”

  I didn’t doubt that he’d make good on his word. “You really want to go all the way to Chicago for the weekend?”

  “I really want to stuff you with come before you go out with your in-laws.”

  I felt dirty for actually being turned on by that. “Then we’ll stay in a hotel. I guess that’s the only compromise we’re going to find…”

  “Works for me.”

  I didn’t know whether it was his jealousy or his possessiveness that was taking over. But either way, his mood had darkened, and he wasn’t as easygoing as he had been minutes ago. He wanted to have me every second of his six weeks. He wanted me to be his prey, his plaything.

  It was one time I actually didn’t mind it.

  * * *

  My gown arrived right to my door, and I took it in the plastic wrap and hung it up in the living room so I wouldn’t forget it on the way out tomorrow. It was deep teal, tight against every inch of my body, and soft. I had a white-gold bracelet to wear with it, and the straps hung off my shoulders to reveal my collarbone.

  It was beautiful.

  It was one of the few things that I didn’t get from Suede.

  The elevator doors lit up again before they opened.

  Did the delivery man forget something?

  Hunt appeared in dark jeans and a long-sleeved olive-green shirt. His hands were in his pockets as he stepped inside, his entire body hard and defined all over the place. He welcomed himself inside and didn’t say a word.

  We’d have to start being more careful about him stopping by all the time. If anyone with a camera noticed how often he came to my building, it would take a minimal amount of research to figure out he didn’t live there—but I did.

  He eyed the dress I’d just hung up and the shoe box on the couch. He came closer to me, his presence filling my massive penthouse. His jaw was recently shaven, not a spot of hair on his chin because he shaved after work.

  He stopped directly in front of me, his face just inches from mine. He looked down at me, eyeing my lips and then my eyes.

  I held my breath, feeling a surge of sensations. My fingers prickled, my pulse quickened, my hair stood on end, my pussy moistened. Everything happened within the snap of a finger. I was heavy in lust, so deep in carnal desire that I was lost in a heavy fog. Everything else was blurred out, and the only thing I could see clearly was Hunt.

  This beautiful man.

  His hand slowly slid up my arm, to my shoulder, and then up my neck. He never broke eye contact with me as his fingers reached the fall of my hair. He gently wrapped my strands around his fingers, forming a knot between his hand and my hair. He stepped closer to me, his presence so near our bodies blended together.

  I just breathed.

  I didn’t know what overcame me, but I felt weak. All my strength and desire disappeared. I just wanted this man to take me, to make me feel incredible. I wanted him to kiss me all over, to suck my nipples until they were raw.

  He pressed his forehead to mine. “I missed you.”

  Goose bumps flooded my arms as the words sank into me. I felt the shiver all the way down my spine to the backs of my heels. We did amazing work together. We had very different minds, but we both brought significant contributions to the table. But when we weren’t discussing ideas, our sexual chemistry perfectly complemented one another. “I missed you too.”

  He kissed the corner of my mouth, his lips lingering there for a long time. His fingers brushed against the back of my neck, making me shiver. “I know you did.” He dragged his mouth against my bottom lip playfully, enticing me. “Undress and get in bed.” His fingers slowly snaked out of my hair. “Wait for me.”

  His request was clear, and I found it easier to obey than I had before. Now that I wanted him so much, I was eager to have him in any way I could. “Yes, Boss Man…” I walked into the bedroom and stripped all my clothes away. The lights were off because I never bothered turning them on. The view of the city always brought a powerful glow into my bedroom, making everything visible without a single light turned on. He didn’t tell me what position to take, so I got on all fours with my ass in the air, assuming that was how he wanted me.

  It was usually the position all men preferred.

  I heard the sound of glasses moving and liquid pouring. He was obviously helping himself to a drink, making me wait on purpose.

  Asshole.

  The TV turned on, and I imagined him sitting on the couch taking his time.

  Bigger asshole.

  All I could think was about that mouth on my body, that enormous cock making me feel so full, the way his breath fell on my neck as he rocked into me. He wore the sexiest expression when he looked at me, a dark visage accompanied by a hard jaw. I felt like the only woman in the worl
d when he thrust into me, burying his enormous length inside me.

  Time dragged on forever.

  He was making me wait on purpose, making my pussy glisten for him in anticipation. My back arched on its own, and I waited for the sound of the TV to turn off.

  No man had ever made me wait like this.

  I finally heard the TV turn off and his footsteps tap against the hardwood floor. He was already barefoot, and I imagined his shirt was lying over the back of the couch. His masculine presence entered the bedroom and approached the bed, his thick arms resting by his sides. His torso was a combination of hard lines and grooves, a man etched from stone. He stopped at the foot of the bed and stared at me.

  I stared at the headboard, waiting for him to do something.

  I heard the sound of his belt hit the floor. Then he pulled his boxers down his muscular thighs and kicked them aside.

  My back arched harder.

  “You really miss me now.”

  “Yes…”

  His body shuffled as he got to his knees on the hardwood floor. He pressed his face between my legs, greeting my swollen lips with his own. Very faint stubble from his jaw grazed against my inner thighs as his mouth worked my entrance.

  “Oh…” I gripped the sheets underneath me and closed my eyes.

  His tongue circled my clit before it delved inside my pussy. He tasted me, feasting on me. His big hands gripped both of my cheeks and squeezed. His large mouth licked and sucked all of me, becoming more aggressive.

  My arms weakened, and I could barely hold myself up anymore. My head dipped toward the bed, and I breathed hard. My hand reached behind me, and I found his wrist, needing to grip the forearm for balance.

  He blew across my opening and gave it another kiss. “You want to come, baby?”

  “Please, Boss Man.”

  He kissed me again, this time, delicately. “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Please,” I said louder.

  He circled my throbbing clit harder, applying the perfect pressure to drive me into a powerful climax that made me nearly yank the sheets off the bed. My nails dug into his forearm, and I barely stopped my hips from bucking. “Boss Man…”