Possessive Boss

by Hamel, B. B.

  He keeps going, fucking me harder, my breasts shaking as he pushes me down. I bury my face in the cushion and let him have me, let him take me. I moan into the fabric, my cries muffled by it. I say his name over and over, panting it, groaning it. “Oh, god, Jacob,” I gasp as he rubs my clit and fucks me faster. “Oh, god, yes.”

  I can feel it building deep between my legs. I want it, need it so badly. He keeps going, fucking me mercilessly, making me all his. I gasp and turn my head, looking back at him, spreading my legs wider as he thrusts deeper. It hits my spot just right, hits it over and over again. I have to struggle to stay in position, it feels good.

  My body shakes and rocks. I’m lost to myself, lost to the moment. There’s only Jacob and his strong hands, his rough body, his thick cock. There’s only him, taking me, pushing me, making me fall deeper into him. I gasp, tossing my hair back. He catches it in his hand and pulls hard, making me moan loud, pleasure and pain warring all over me.

  I hold there, let him fuck me, and I know I’m so close. He growls his joy as he takes me.

  I start to push back against him, panting, gasping, letting it build between my legs, letting it start to peak and roll around my spine.

  “Yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, yes.”

  “You want to come for me,” he grunts, a statement, not a question. “You want to come on this thick cock, don’t you?”

  “Please,” I moan.

  “Only if you clean it off when you’re done. Clean it off with your pretty lips.”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, oh, god, yes.”

  He fucks me faster. He takes me and throws me over the edge. I come hard, the whole world turning into pleasure and nothing else, just my body shaking, convulsing with it as the orgasm rips through me. I end up laughing, gasping, grinning, moaning. He takes me, bodies sweating, and gives me what I need.

  But he’s not done with me. He slides himself out, making me shiver and collapse forward. But he grabs my hair and makes me follow through with our bargain.

  Which I do with delight. I take him in my mouth and suck his cock. I suck him fast and stroke his shaft, tasting him and moaning while I do it. He growls his pleasure and fucks my mouth, fucks my lips. I can feel him getting tense. I can taste my pussy on his tip. I don’t care. I just want him

  He comes on my tongue. I take him deeper and let him come down my throat. I swallow every single drop of him and lick him clean when I’m done. I look up into his eyes and he rungs a thumb down my lower lip.

  “Perfect,” he whispers.

  He pulls me up to my feet and holds me tight. I end up in his lap on the couch, curled there, my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat.

  Everything outside of this room melts away. The gangsters, his partner, my bosses. They all disappear and don’t matter at all. The only thing I need is this man, this man’s strong hands taking me, teasing me, making me feel good.

  19

  Jacob

  Tasting and fucking Val was exactly what I needed.

  Maybe I didn’t realize it at the time. But I’ve been pent-up without tasting her on a regular basis. That’s a mistake, and one I don’t plan on repeating. From now on, I need to sate my hunger for her and avoid letting things get too pent-up for too long.

  But unfortunately, fucking Valerie doesn’t change our problem.

  Carmine wants his money back. I’m willing to make it right, but after the way he treated Valerie, I’m tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. Even if he is a dangerous fuckface mobster, I still can’t reward an asshole that would speak to my woman in such a manner.

  Maybe it’s old-fashioned. Maybe it’s stupid. But I can’t help the way I feel. I’m too angry to bend.

  Darin shows up in Philly the next day, which isn’t much of a surprise. He comes to the office looking haggard and exhausted. I shut my office door after getting him a coffee. He takes it and sips it.

  “You look like shit,” I say.

  “I took a red-eye here from California.” He gives me a flat look. “Did you handle our friends?”

  “No.”

  He sits very still. “Jacob.”

  I lean toward him and meet his eyes. “No more bullshit, Darin. No more dancing around the truth.”

  He looks away. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Fuck you.” I lean toward him. “They’re mafia. I know what they are.”

  He looks back and clenches his jaw. “So the fuck what?” he asks. “It’s money. That’s what we do.”

  “They’re goddamn violent criminals. That’s not the same thing.”

  “We take money from companies that do shitty things all the time. They don’t pay their employees proper wages, they test chemicals on animals, they pollute and give bonuses to their shithead CEOs. How is that different from the mob?”

  I stare at him. “You know how, Darin.”

  “It makes your family look bad.” He makes a face. “It makes you look bad to associate with my people.”

  “Your people?”

  He rolls his eyes. “You want the truth? Don’t play games.”

  I nod slowly. “Okay then. I know your father is involved.”

  “That’s right. I grew up with gangsters my whole fucking life. That’s how I could afford to keep up with the great Jacob Lofthouse.”

  “I never thought about money that way.”

  “Of course you didn’t, you have so much of it you don’t care at all. But I think about it all the time.”

  “Darin, I understand we have different backgrounds. That doesn’t excuse getting involved with mafia.”

  “Doesn’t it?” He stands suddenly and paces. “We need their money. I need their money. You can be rich all you want, but my father will be gone one day, and I’ll be on my own. I need this to work, and the guys that I know with the most cash to burn are all in the mob. So I take from them, I help them out, and they help me. It works and it’s been helping your bottom line.”

  I stare at him and lean back. “How many?”

  “I don’t know,” he admits. “Ten, twenty. I hid them from you. It was a big fucking mistake to send you to that meeting.”

  “Yes, it was.”

  “Carmine and Dee aren’t a joke.” He looks at me with real fear in his eyes. “I don’t know them that well. They were a referral from someone else. But they’re up and coming in this city, and they’re dangerous. You can’t fuck with them, Jacob. We need to make right.”

  “You mean, I need to.”

  “What’s the fucking difference? Take the money out of the company if you have to, I don’t care. Just make it right so we can move on.”

  I stare at my friend for a long moment. I don’t know how we got here, but here we are. I’m tempted to blame Valerie’s bosses, but of course they’re not the problem here.

  We would’ve had this fight sooner or later. I’m only glad it’s now instead of in ten years and in a situation that I couldn’t control. At least now, I have some way to steer how this all turns out.

  “You need to leave the company.”

  He laughs. “No.”

  “Yes, Darin. Because Valerie works for the SEC and they’re investigating you.”

  He stops cold and stares at me with wide-eyed shock. “What the fuck?”

  “She admitted it to me weeks ago and I’ve been helping her. I hoped you were innocent, but… you’re clearly not. You fucked up, Darin. You risked me, you risked my family, and I can’t have that.”

  He laughs again, this time bitter and angry. “It’s all about your family name, isn’t it?”

  I stand and slam my hands on the desk. “It’s about our friendship too, you lying little fuck. You should’ve told me. I could’ve helped, or at last talked you out of it. Instead, you lied to me, you did this shit behind my back, and now you’ll pay.”

  He watches me for a moment. I slowly sit back down into my chair and stare back, my body tense with rage. I feel betrayed, like he’s throwing away our entire friendship
just for a little more money. If he was so worried about his financial future, he could’ve talked to me. I would’ve helped him.

  But now, he’s finished.

  I don’t do betrayal. I don’t go back.

  “So you just want me to step down?” he asks. “That’s it?”

  “You step down and I take care of Carmine. You step down and I don’t let the SEC find out all the shady fucking shit you’ve been up to and throw you in goddamn prison. You step down and you get a second chance, but if I ever hear from you, see you anywhere near me, you’re fucking finished.”

  He doesn’t move. He just looks at me and there’s a strange expression on his face. “You know, we really were friends,” he says. “I never meant for any of this to happen.”

  “I know we were. And that makes this worse. But you made your choice. Now go draft your resignation letter and get the fuck out of my life.”

  He bows his head. He looks defeated, broken, slumped. I hate him and hate myself but I don’t turn back.

  He leave my office and leaves the door wide open.

  I sit back in my chair, so angry I can barely speak. I want to break something, destroy something. That’s when I get a call from Valerie.

  “Jacob?”

  “Val.” I let out a breath. “I’m glad you called.”

  “Jacob, listen, I went home on my lunch to get my phone, I left it at my apartment this morning, but things are messed up, I mean, someone broke in and my apartment’s a wreck, everything’s thrown all over, I finally found my phone underneath my bed with all my jewelry, even though it’s all fake and cheap, and there’s broken glass and—”

  “Slow down,” I manage to say. “Hold on, slow down.” I stand up, body tense. “What’s going on?”

  “Come to my apartment,” she chokes out. “Please.”

  “Stay there. I’m coming.”

  I hang up, text my driver, and run downstairs. The car picks me up a minute later and we’re driving fast to her place. I text her, just to reassure her that I’m close, my heart racing the whole time.

  I find her sitting out front on her stoop. She stands when I climb out of the car and runs to me. She throws herself into my arms and I hold her tight. “What happened?”

  She shakes her head. I can feel her crying against my chest. I hold her tight and when she finally calms down, she leads me over to the apartment and inside.

  Her front door is broken. The lock is smashed and the knob is turned sideways, like someone kicked it repeatedly. I step inside and stare at the wreck that was once her apartment.

  “I know it wasn’t nice,” she says. “But it was mine. And now it’s…”

  I look around, not sure what to say. It’s destroyed. Her couch is ripped and the stuffing thrown around. The carpet has stains. There’s trash thrown on the floor. Every picture is ripped off the wall and thrown. There’s broken glass scattered all over.

  I turn to her, body tense and livid. “Is anything missing?”

  She shakes her head. “Nothing’s missing.”

  “Was there… anything else?”

  She silently reaches into her pocket and hands me a note.

  Tell him to pay up. - C.

  I read it over twice before shoving it into my pocket.

  “Come on,” I say. “We’ll go back to my place. You can stay with me.”

  “What am I going to do about this?”

  “I’ll hire some people to come out and clean it up. You won’t even notice the difference when they’re done.”

  She chews on her lip. “Jacob—”

  “Let’s pack your stuff up and go. We’ll talk in the car.”

  She nods and looks away.

  I help her inside and we carefully step around the glass. The kitchen is destroyed, every glass and plate broken into pieces. I’ll have to buy her all new silverware and plates, as if it really matters.

  Her bedroom is just as bad. She finds a suitcase in her closet and starts throwing clothes into it. When she’s done, she grabs what she can from the bathroom, or at least whatever isn’t ripped and destroyed. When her bag’s packed, we go down and get into the car.

  It takes us to my hotel. I lead her upstairs and we go inside. She tosses her bag in the corner and walks over to the bar. She pours herself a drink.

  I can’t really blame her. I’d want a drink too if I were her.

  She turns to me, drink in hand.

  “What are we going to do?” she asks.

  “I’m going to handle it.”

  “How?”

  “First, I fired Darin.”

  She stares, shocked. “You did what?”

  “I told him to resign. I told him everything.”

  She takes a long sip of whiskey. She coughs when she’s done.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” she says. “He knows about the investigation?”

  “He knows,” I confirm. “And he admitted to doing this all along. He doesn’t even know how many gangsters he brought into my company.” I grip my hand tight and smash my fist against the wall. The pain distracts me from my anger. “That fucking bastard. He said we were friends.”

  “I’m sorry.” She steps toward me. “But now he knows. What are we going to do?”

  “Darin’s not going to jail,” I say. “Even if he’s a fucking shit, I won’t let my friend go to prison. I’ll make sure he never works in this business again and never comes near my family, but I won’t let him rot.”

  She closes her eyes for a second and lets out a breath. “I’m afraid we won’t have a choice. My bosses—”

  “I have an idea about how to handle that.” I walk over to the bar and pour my own drink. She stares at me, her eyes clearly unsure and afraid.

  “Without Darin, I don’t know what they’ll do,” she says. “I’m afraid they’ll come for you.”

  “Maybe,” I say. “Just maybe. But I think I can offer your bosses something they’ll want more.”

  “Like what?”

  I smile at her. “Set up a meeting. You’ll find out.”

  “Jacob—”

  I step closer to her, head cocked slightly. She stares into my eyes and I can see how tense she is. “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then trust me. Set up the meeting.”

  “They’ll know I’ve been talking to you.”

  I wave that away. “It won’t matter.”

  “It might to me.”

  I put my hand on her cheek. She’s so fucking beautiful, it almost hurts. “You’ll be okay,” I say. “We’ll make it through this together.”

  She nods slowly. “I don’t know what you’re aiming for here, but I’ll help.”

  “Good.”

  I lean in and kiss her. I kiss her lightly and let it linger. I just want a taste, just a little promise of what’s to come. We break apart and I press my forehead against hers. She lets out a low whine, almost a moan.

  “We’ll beat this,” I say. “I promise.”

  “I believe you.”

  We stay like that, feeling each other, until we break apart and begin to plan together.

  20

  Val

  Mr. Gauge stands as I walk into the coffee shop. He was seated at a table in the far corner, away from the afternoon crowd. I can feel Jacob just behind me, and Mr. Gauge’s eyes flip from mine up to his. We approach him slowly and he just tilts his head.

  He’s an older man in his fifties, graying hair, gray beard. He has piercing blue eyes and is wearing a sporty, comfortable suit. He appears to be alone but I wonder if he has backup.

  I have to remind myself that this man isn’t an FBI agent or in the CIA. He deals with financial crimes and nothing more.

  “Mr. Gauge,” Jacob says. “Thank you for coming all the way out here to meet us.”

  He smiles slightly. “Mr. Lofthouse. It’s a pleasure. Please, call me Charles.”

  “And you call me Jacob.”

  The men shake hands then Charle
s looks at me. “I see you’ve been busy.”

  I nod a little. “A lot’s happened.”

  “And I suspect you haven’t kept me up to date.”

  “Let’s sit and talk,” Jacob suggests.

  Charles hesitates but sits. “The latte is good,” he says, sipping the drink in front of him. “If you two want to get something?”

  Jacob shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”

  “I have to say, not many business deals in my line of work happen outside of the office.”

  “We felt it was better to come to neutral ground,” I say.

  He arches an eyebrow at me. “Interesting you say ‘we’ now. I wonder.”

  “Charles, I know about your investigation into my business. I know about your suspicions surrounding my partner.”

  “Do you now?” Charles doesn’t look surprised. “I suppose I figured that out already, considering how close you two seem to be.”

  I glance at Jacob but he gives away nothing. “I wanted to come and personally assure you that neither I nor my company have had or ever will have anything to do with organized crime.”

  “Yes, I suppose you would want to tell me that.” Charles tilts his head. “I heard your partner left the company recently.”

  “That’s right,” Jacob says.

  “Why is that, I wonder?”

  “I forced him out.”

  Charles chuckles. He has a deep, resonant laugh and it’s almost infectious. Except there’s nothing funny about this and I’m so scared I could almost cry.

  “Why would you do that? As I understand it, you two have been friends a very long time.”

  “We were,” Jacob acknowledges. “But certain disagreements about how to run the business forced me to part ways with him.”

  “Interesting,” Charles says. “I wonder if these disagreements have anything to do with your little mafia problem.”

  Jacob smiles. “Actually, it’s both of our problem. That’s what I’m here to discuss.”

  Charles leans back in his seat and looks at me. “How long have you been working with him, Valerie?”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”