Boss's Pet: Billionaire Office Romance Series

by Jamie Knight

  Eileen’s body started to shake. She bit her lip and her forehead crinkled. I waited for her to say no or push back, but she didn’t. She took three big steps, opened the sliding door and crossed, nude, out on to the balcony. I joined her.

  It was almost midnight. But the lights of the strip found us, even at twenty stories up. There were crowds of gamblers and tourists milling around below. Random music was coming from cars; taxis were honking. It was a mess of noise and light, but I barely heard or saw anything other then the stunning woman before me.

  My blood was pumping hard in my veins; my pulse sped up with excitement. This was exactly the way I wanted my perfect evening with Eileen to end. It was slightly different than my daydreams, but the real thing was so much better.

  Eileen crossed the small balcony. She gripped the railing and looked down. Her shoulders were tight; a tension that I could see holding her back ridged.

  I stepped forward, pressed my body to hers, and pinned her to the railing. My hands came up and ran over her smooth skin that was just turning a bit cool in the night air. I felt her taught, tense stomach under my fingers as she leaned back into me, her eyes still on the crowds below.

  “Can they see us?” she whispered. There was a hitch in her voice, I wasn’t sure if it was from fear or desire or both.

  I kissed her neck and pulled her closer to my body. “If they look up. Does that excite you, pet?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted, “but I don’t want you to stop. Does it excite you?”

  “Yes!” I breathed. “I love it.”

  I kissed her neck hard, then bit it hard enough to make a mark. Eileen’s breath came in gasps. Her butt bucked into my hard cock, rubbing and teasing it.

  I rubbed my hands up her torso to find her breasts. I squeezed them and cupped them as they dangled over the railing in the night air. Eileen moaned a little. Her body quivered under mine. I loved having my body wrapped around hers.

  “There’s too much leather,” she breathed.

  “What?”

  “Your suit. I need to feel your skin on mine. Please, sir.”

  I pulled away, but Eileen stayed pressed to the railing. She didn’t watch as I undressed or cloaked my hard cock with a condom. She kept her eyes on the people below, as if she was begging them to look up at her and her glorious nude body.

  Eileen reached up and undid her pony-tail, letting her chocolate brown locks flow around her shoulders. But she didn’t cover her breasts, those she kept revealed and her nipples were hard because of it.

  Ready, I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her forward until half of her body was dangling in the air. Her breath sped up and she started panting.

  “Fuck me, sir,” she begged. “Please. I need you here on this balcony.”

  I spread her legs a little wider and slid my cock past her butt cheeks and into her very wet pussy. I trust in hard and fast, pushing her hips into the cold metal of the railing and making her breasts swing in the air. She was tight and hotter that I had ever felt before.

  Eileen’s pussy gripped me hard, almost to the point that I couldn’t pull back and thrust into her again. She was that tight and that aroused.

  I grabbed her hips, pulling her back and guiding my dick into her depths again. It was rough and hard and perfect. Over and over, I drilled into her and pounded her beautiful body into the cold metal railing.

  As we fucked, I let my eyes wander, anxious to see if anyone was watching. There was. A couple a few balconies over had spotted us. Our desire had struck them, and they were in the midst of getting undressed. There were quite a few people out of their balconies at the hotel across the street. One man looked like he had binoculars out. I couldn’t blame him. Eileen was worth a closer inspection. Some people looked at us in shock, some in judgment, and some in lust, but no one looked away. We had a captive audience and that was just what I liked.

  My dick grew harder. It strained against Eileen’s pussy’s walls. She was so wet that her juices were running down her legs and mine. As my hips slapped into her butt there was a wet, squelching sound.

  “Pet?” I growled.

  “Yes, sir?” Eileen’s voice came in gasps.

  “I want you to scream when you come. Everyone who is watching you needs to know how much I please you. I do please you, don’t I?”

  “God, yes,” she grunted. “Like no one else. But you’re going to have to make me scream.”

  I grinned to myself. Her words were surprising, and a little rebellious, but she was right. I had to earn it.

  I pulled her body back slightly from the railing and wove my arm around her hips. My hand found her clit and I started to run it with my thumb. Eileen moaned at my touch. She quivered under me and started to throw her head from side to side.

  I felt her pussy walls tighten further around my cock. She was getting there, but it wasn’t enough.

  Keeping my thumb firmly clamped on her clit, I moved two of my other fingers back and slid them into her pussy between thrusts. I found her G-spot and fingered that too as I kept up the endless thrusting with my engorged dick.

  Her pussy was even tighter now, it was almost unbearable, but I was determined to make her scream. I played with her g-spot and clit, rubbing them hard, and enjoying the way she twitched with each touch.

  She bucked. Her head came back, and she leaned into my body, breathing like she had run a marathon.

  “They are all watching you,” I said into her ear. “They all want you but only I can have you.”

  She shuttered and her pussy got tighter.

  “They want to see you come,” I continued. “All those strangers, with their eyes fixed on you, they want to see you cream all over this balcony.”

  Her pussy clamped. Her juices squirted. Eileen screamed as her orgasm hit her hard. Her voice echoed off the buildings.

  Her pussy throbbed and milked my cock so hard that I came with her. My cock strained and I shot a huge load into her. It was so much that it leaked out the side of the condom and down my thighs. But still I continued to thrust into her.

  Eileen’s scream became yelps. Her head wavered and her body shook all over. I rubbed my cum drenched hand over her clit and g-spot, now so ridged, and caused her to come again. She squirted onto the balcony.

  “I can’t…Oh my God…It just…Fuck!” she screamed and started to lose her balance.

  I kept her body clamped to mine and rubbed her furiously.

  “Come for them again,” I ordered her. “Come for me!”

  Her body tensed one more time and then released, quivering and throbbing hard. Eileen’s legs were Jell-O now. Her ankles turned and I—sadly—had to slip out of her pussy to catch her before she collapsed.

  Eileen’s hands came up and lazily circled my neck as I gathered her legs and back into my arms. Her breathing slowed. She was asleep before I got her back into the hotel room.

  I couldn’t stop smiling. Everything was perfect.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Eileen

  Blinding light hit my eyelids. It pulled me from the odd dream I was dreaming about having sex with my unbelievably hot boss. My brain was a bit fuzzy, but I remembered that there was something about a crazy sex show and that I was the star. I blinked a few times then looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

  And that’s when it all came flooding back to me…

  It was real. The show at The Leather and Lace Ball, begging Ray to take me again once we got back to the hotel room, and Sarah! It was all real. Jake’s ex-girlfriend had seen me in a bondage suit, and I had told her that I was Ray’s fiancée! What the hell had made me say that?! I had made something uncomfortable way worse with a stupid lie. And now I was going to have to deal with it.

  But there was just no way I could explain to my family that I performed a sex show to help out my boss who was also my ex-boyfriend who said we were not compatible…but who also said he loved me…kind of.

  Fuck!

  I grabbed a nearby bed pillow an
d pulled it over my face to block out the offending sun light. Tons of questions filled my mind. It was too much. Too crazy. I wanted to go back to sleep and make it all go away but couldn’t.

  What the hell did I do now? Had Sarah already called my whole family? And if so, why hadn’t any of them called me? Sure, it was early in Vegas, but my father and brothers didn’t care about time differences.

  Keeping the pillow pressed to the side of my face, I turned over in the covers and reached semi-blindly over to the night stand for my phone. Holding it up to my eyes, I flipped on the screen. It had been on silent. Fourteen missed calls and more texts than I could count were waiting for me. The last text I had received was from my father, who only texted as a last resort.

  It read: Call me immediately!

  I sat straight up in bed, let the sunlight hit me full in the face, and took a deep breath. I felt around under the pile of covers beside me for Ray. I found his muscular shoulder and shook him awake.

  “What?” he murmured, turning halfway in the tangle of covers and blinking at me with heavy-lidded blue eyes.

  “I am so fucked!”

  He blinked at me a bit until the meaning I gave the words hit him. Ray sat up. He reached for me but pulled back at the last second, a confused look on his face. That was fine, because I was still too confused myself about what was going on to want to be touched. Even by him.

  “She told them?” He looked at me for confirmation, raising one black eyebrow. “The woman we ran into last night?”

  I nodded. I couldn’t sit still or be in bed any longer. I swung my legs over the side of the mattress and started to get up, but my nudity stopped me quickly. I didn’t want to walk around nude in front of Ray.

  I wasn’t pretending to be his pet anymore, and really, I wasn’t sure what was going on between us or what I wanted, or he wanted. So, for modesty’s sake, I grabbed the comforter and wrapped it around my shoulders. Ray watched me without comment, a frown taking over his chiseled features.

  I needed a plan. There had to be someway to make this whole incident pass quickly so I could get back to my normal life. And so, Ray could get back to his too. As my mind worked, I paced from one side of the hotel room to the other and back with the tail end of the comforter trailing behind me like a cape.

  “We could just pretend to be fiancés for a week or two, attend a few family functions with my father and brothers…and then breakup!” I announced stopping in the middle of the hotel room. “It’s not like we would have to pretend at work, so that’s good. Just a few things with my family and that’s it. That’s easy, right?”

  I looked at Ray to see what he thought of my plan.

  He ran a hand through his artfully mussed black hair, which looked model perfect even after hours of sleep. Ray yawned. He stretched his long muscular body, and arched his hips, showing me that he had no concerns for modesty. He was sporting some impressive morning wood. My mind started to wonder if he always woke up that way.

  I can’t get distracted, I told myself. I have to get him to go along with this plan.

  “Ray?”

  “Hmm?” He yawned again, gave me a sleepy smile, and looked towards the clock.

  “Does that sound okay?”

  He looked over and blinked at me a few times. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancé for a few things with your family and then break up with you?”

  I clutched the comforter around myself and started pacing again.

  “That seems like the easiest idea,” I told him. “Right?”

  “Its not easier to just tell them that you were in a sex show with your boyfriend?”

  I froze in place, envisioning telling my father that. He would get disgusted with me, I was sure. He would kick me out of the family, and maybe, never want to see me again. Would any of my brothers be able to look me in the face if they knew what I had done? Would we ever be able to relax around each other again if they thought I was a sexual deviant? I felt myself start blushing and raised my hands to cover my cheeks.

  “It’s too embarrassing, Ray!” I squealed. “They can’t know…I’ll just die!”

  I looked back at him and saw that he was frowning again. He didn’t understand.

  “Look, my family isn’t like your uncle, Ray. We’re normal people!”

  Turning away from me, Ray flipped the covers off the rest of his body and got up. He walked—nude and hard as a rock—across the suite to the kitchen area where he started filling the coffee maker with water. “I see,” was all he muttered as he passed me.

  Oh shit, did I just insult him?

  Clutching the comforter around me, I followed him into the kitchen area pleading the whole time. “Ray, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that you’re not normal. Or that your uncle isn’t. It’s just that…”

  There was growling to the rear of me as Mr. Pugsly attacked and clamped onto the comforter that was trailing behind me. I tried to pull it out of the pug’s mouth but as I pulled back, Pugsly pulled the other way. The pug thought we were playing tug-of-war and he was loving it.

  “Pugsly, no!” I screeched. “You’re going to rip a hole in this and then we will have to pay for it!”

  My dog wasn’t listening to me at all. He pulled back more, growling playfully the whole time. His deep-brown doggy eyes sparkled with excitement. I pulled the comforter the other direction moving my hands to get a better grip.

  The blanket slipped off my shoulders and down off of my bare breasts. I hissed and tried to pull it back up to cover myself, but changing my grip gave Pugsly more control. He ripped the blanket out of my hands, then tugged it across the suit to the little couch he had claimed as his own. There he twisted it into a little bed, cuddle in, and looked up at me with pride.

  I sucked in a breath. My hands flew to cover my breasts and my pussy, as I stood nude in the middle of the hotel room. My cheeks blushed, and slowly, I turned to look at Ray. He was staring at me wide-eyed as he poured coffee grounds into the coffee maker.

  He raised one black eyebrow as he looked me up and down. “Eileen, I’ve seen you nude before. Hell, I’ve fucked you in front of other people. Twice. Why do you feel the need to cover yourself now?”

  “We’re not pretending anymore,” I whispered.

  “Aren’t we?” Ray shrugged nonchalantly, as he went looking through the cabinets for coffee mugs. “Aren’t we pretending to be fiancés?”

  He would go along with my plan! His words cheered me so much that I let out the breath I was holding and forgot all about my embarrassment. I slapped my hands up to my cheeks and grinned.

  “Really?” I skipped to the kitchen counter. “You would do this for me?”

  A strange look crossed Ray’s bright-blue eyes, but then his gaze focused on me. “Of course, after what you…endured…for me, pretending to be your fiancé at a few events will be easy.” Then a smile started to twist on his lips. “It might even be fun. I’ve never been anyone’s fiancé before.”

  “Excellent!” I clapped my hands together. “Okay, this will work out perfectly. Just a week or two and then we can break up and move on with our lives.”

  I ran back towards the bed to retrieve my phone. Sitting down on the mattress, I wrapped up in the bed sheet and prepared myself for an uncomfortable conversation. I hopped my father didn’t yell. After taking a deep breath, I dialed him. The phone only rang once.

  “Le Le,” Dad answered. I could tell he was on speaker phone and thus not alone. Which wasn’t a surprise, Dad and Jakey golfed together on Sunday mornings. “Is this true? What Sarah says?”

  “Yes?” I answered feeling suddenly uncertain. Then I stopped myself, I had to commit to this lie if I was going to pull it off. “I mean, yes, it’s true. I’m engaged to my boss, Ray Silver.”

  There was some muttering on the other end of the line as Dad and Jakey discussed what I said in hushed tones.

  “I see,” Dad said. His voice was even. It was curt, and I couldn’t tell what he was feeling or thinking. “
Are you two still in Las Vegas?”

  “Yes.”

  “Returning to New York today?”

  “Yes. Very soon.” I sat back onto the bed and pulled my knees up to my chest.

  Dad let out a haggard sigh. “Very well. I expect this fiancé to be present at the game Tuesday night. We are up against White, Gleason, and Wilson. Wilson beat me at the last time we were in court together, and I want to rub his teams’ noses in the dirt. Understand?”

  My shoulders dropped and I felt like I could breathe again. If Dad was talking about softball, then I was back into safe territory. It seemed like Ray and I could pull of this ruse without a hitch.

  “Of course, Dad. We’ll beat them good!”

  “Safe flight, Le Le.” Dad hung up and I fell back onto the bed, feeling fully relaxed for the first time in days.

  Ray appeared, standing over me and holding two cups of coffee. He handed me one.

  “Your father bought it?” he asked.

  I took a sip of the very good coffee and smiled up at him. “Yes! He wants you to come play softball on Tuesday night.”

  Ray nodded and sipped his own coffee. My eyes traveled down his sculpted torso. I was sad to see that he had put on a pair of boxers. His tempting cock was hidden from me, which was just as well because we needed to stop confusing things with sex. Although a big part of me didn’t want to.

  “We have to be at the airport in an hour,” Ray said, oblivious to my thoughts. “Mind if I shower first?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I clutched my hand over my mouth, surprised at my reply. I had said those words to Ray so many times this weekend, it was an automatic response.

  His blue eyes flashed for a second, with what could have been lust, but then they went back to normal and he gave me an easy smile.

  “Order up room service,” he suggested, “and eat while I shower.”

  Yes, sir, almost crossed my lips a second time, but I stopped it. That part of the pretending was over. I just nodded.

  Ray gave me one last glance and then turned to go shower. It took all my will power to not join him, but I knew it was for the best. Or at least, that’s what I told myself.