A Little Bit Cupid: A Collection of Short Stories

by Lady Boss Press

  “Come in,” I command. Her body trembles as she steps into my cavernous office. “I want you in the meeting today. You’ll take notes. Michelle isn’t in, and I’m not good with minute taking.”

  “Yes, of course. I’ll get my iPad and meet you there.” She smiles, lifting her hazel eyes to meet my blue ones. There’s always been a rule in my company to never fuck my staff, but one moment of weakness, and I’m like a horny teenager every time this woman is near me. I rise and round my desk, shrugging on my jacket, fastening the buttons as I watch her gaze rake its way over me. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. Pink, glossy, plump. Perfect dick-sucking lips.

  We make our way toward her desk, but I don’t wait. Instead, I leave her to gather what she needs. As soon as I stalk into the boardroom, I find my regular client sitting at the long table, wringing his hands. “God, Tyler, I’m fucked,” he hisses. He’s always fucked.

  “What is it this time, Brent? You get caught fucking your mistress?” I chuckle, only to have him roll his eyes.

  “No, Gigi told me she’s pregnant. She won’t take a paternity test. I need a court order, but I want your help. This needs to be kept quiet. My wife can’t find out.” I want to sigh, loudly, so he knows what a disappointment of a man he is. This guy is an asshole. What I’d like to do is punch him in the dick, then tell him to stop fucking around on a beautiful woman who loves him. But if I did that, I’d be a hypocrite because that’s why I’m divorced.

  I’ve made mistakes and learned from them.

  This asshole . . . he’s just plain stupid.

  This is the fourth time in three months he’s been in my office needing legal assistance for cheating on his wife. Before I have time to respond, Hope walks in, sending heat surging through me. Her white blouse is almost see-through, and I can just make out the outline of her beautiful bra encasing her full breasts. She settles beside me, her iPad sitting on the table in front of her.

  Meeting my client’s worried gaze, I lean my elbows on the table. “Let’s get this show on the road. I need the whole story. Ms. Silverton will take notes.”

  Brent’s gaze is overly appreciative of my assistant, which pisses me off. He’s an asshole, and Hope doesn’t need him ogling her body. She needs someone who can appreciate her. Someone who can take care of her. Like me. The thought startles the shit out of me. Brent sitting across from us starts his story, and my mind drifts to the night with the beauty beside me.

  Hope’s been dancing around my suite for more than ten minutes. Rising from the sofa, I stalk toward her. “Do you like teasing me, Hope?” I growl, low and feral.

  “I think you’re the tease, Tyler,” she murmurs with desire dripping off every word. Reaching for her hips, I tug her against me. Her ass against my crotch, the ridge of my erection nestled between those pert cheeks that I’ve been salivating over for two and a half years.

  “You sure about this? You’ve been teasing me all night,” I tell her, allowing my words to whisper between us. She shudders, turning her head so her gaze falls on mine.

  “Just fuck me already, Tyler,” she commands. I chuckle. This woman is too fucking beautiful. Too perfect for me. I’ll never be worthy of someone like Hope Silverton. But, if she wants me tonight, I’ll give her that. One night, and then we move on. As much as I know I shouldn’t fuck my staff, I’ve gone too far already.

  “I want you to drop your skirt and panties. Step out of them, bend over at the waist, and put your face on the bed. Reach back, open those pretty holes for me. Show me what I can take.” I expect her to tell me to fuck off. This is the beginning of debasement, and as much as I love it, not many women allow me to do this. To degrade them to mere fuck toys.

  However, this pretty woman obeys me with a smile. She pushes her skirt along with her panties down those long, lithe legs and steps out of them. Still wearing her black heels, she bends over, her torso on the bed, her hips at the edge.

  With one beautiful, erotic movement, she spreads her legs wide, then reaches back and opens herself to me. The sight has my cock just about ready to explode. Fuck me.

  “Is this what you wanted, Tyler?” She moans my name like an elicit fucking promise. Oh darling, fuck yes, that is what I wanted.

  I don’t respond. Instead, I shove my last remaining clothes—shirt and boxers—off and drop them on the floor. My teeth rip the foil packet open, and I’m sheathed in seconds. Gripping her perfect hip with one hand, I fist my dick, slapping the tip on her pussy. She’s fucking drenched.

  “Ready, Tease?”

  “Yes!” she shrieks as I thrust into her, fully seating myself. Her body tightens, sucking me into her heated core, and I don’t relent. I don’t do slow, sweet lovemaking. I fuck her. I drive her into the bed. Pinning her down until she’s gasping for air. I pull out and plunge back in. Deeper. Faster. Harder. A sheen of sweat on her tanned skin shimmers under the low lights. “Come. Fucking soak my dick, Tease,” I growl, raising a hand, raining it down onto her ample ass.

  Again, and again.

  The cherry-red handprint on her creamy, smooth skin has my balls tightening. Marking a woman is a basal need. One that I crave. My hips slam into her. “Fuck!” I grit out through clenched teeth as I empty myself into the condom.

  Chapter One

  Hope

  “Tyler?” He shakes his head and glances at me. Those dark blue eyes are almost black as he shifts in his seat, and I can’t stop the frown on my face. “Are you okay?” He nods.

  “Brent, I’ll have a look at the notes, and we’ll set up a court date. I’ll get you the court order on one condition. The next time you walk in here, and I know there’ll be a next time, it won’t have anything to do with you fucking around on your wife.”

  Tyler’s no-nonsense tone is pure anger. He’s vibrating with rage. “Yeah, thanks, man. I’ve learned my lesson.” The man rises and stalks toward my boss. “Thank you.” They shake hands, and Brent casts me another leering glance before leaving.

  “Asshole.”

  “I thought he was a friend of yours?” I question.

  Tyler pins me with a glare so fierce I feel it right down to my core. “I may be an asshole, Hope, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. That dick has been in here every other month with a problem, and they’re normally names like Kiki, Gigi, Lola, or any other exotic dancers he can find wherever he goes to when his wife is alone at home.”

  “So, you’re saying you never slept with multiple women or cheated?” I ask with my brow rising. I hope he can see the disbelief in my expression. He rises then. Shrugging off his jacket, he hangs it on the back of the chair. I watch him stalk toward the door. Clicking the lock, he turns back to me.

  “Get on your knees,” he commands in a low, husky tone. It’s an order and there’s nothing about this situation that’s professional. I’m his employee. He’s my boss. And I have a feeling he’s about to ask me to suck his cock. “Do you want me to ask you again?” he bites out angrily.

  “Why are you doing this, Tyler? We fucked once. You told me there wasn’t an us. So, I got over it. Now what? You want me on my knees to suck your dick?” My question is laced with anger. I’m about to continue, but he strides toward me. His hand is on my arm, tugging me out of the chair to stand before him. We’re almost at the same height because I’m wearing my heels—the same pair I wore the first time he fucked me.

  “This . . . I don’t know what it is, but I want you. I can’t stop thinking about how beautifully tight your pussy is. I can’t forget how your body trembles when I make you come. And now, I’m going to do something I probably shouldn’t, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.” With that, he spins me around, swipes his hand over the table, sending mugs and coffee flying. They land with a loud crash.

  “Shit,” I gasp, praying that nobody heard that.

  Tyler’s smirk tells me he knows something I don’t, “the room is soundproof so you and I can be as loud as we want, naughty tease.” Mischief shimmers in his eyes, and I can’t help but trem
ble at the promise that ebbs in those blue depths.

  He doesn’t ask. Instead, he takes the lead and pushes my black pencil skirt up and over my hips. A growl rumbles from deep in his chest. He’s an animal when it comes to fucking. The scrap of material I’m wearing is ripped—yes, torn—from my body.

  Then I feel it. His hot breath. His beard. His hands.

  He grips the cheeks of my ass and opens me to his gaze. It’s filthy. It’s so fucking dirty, but I’m soaked. “You’re glistening. You love being filthy, don’t you, little tease?”

  I can’t answer, because the next second his tongue is flattened against my core. A long, torturous lick from my clit to my ass. I tense when he teases his tongue on the forbidden entrance. “What—?”

  He growls against my sensitive flesh. A harsh spank on the cheek of my ass has me yelping loudly. “Thank fuck I had this room soundproofed,” he mumbles as he devours me.

  His tongue darts around my entrance.

  Teasing. Taunting. Tasting.

  My hands claw at something, anything, but I can’t find purchase on the slippery mahogany top. His face is buried between my legs. The ticklish sensation of his beard sends me into orbit, but it’s his filthy words that send me over the edge.

  “Drench me with your delicious juices, Hope. Come for me. I want to drink every fucking drop of your sweetness.”

  I convulse. Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through me. My nerves are electric with need, adrenaline, something. Stars dot the back of my eyelids as I call out his name, begging, pleading for him to stop, continue, I’m not sure what.

  Moments later when I finally come down from my high, I find Tyler standing back, watching me with an elicit smirk on his lips. He’s handsome, painfully so. I’m not sure I’m the type of woman he could ever offer a forever to, but something clenches in my chest, and I know I have to push it away.

  “You’re delicious, Hope. Tonight, I’m going to take you to dinner.” His voice is filled with serious intent. Is he for real right now?

  I rise slowly, my legs still wobbly from what he’s just done to me. “On a date?” I ask, confused at what he means because Tyler Masterson does not date. He’s well-known for his one-night stands. Women come and go, but he’s never been seen with a woman more than once.

  It would be stupid of me to get involved. Professionally, and emotionally. I should steer clear of him, especially tonight. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I should be doing what I do every year—staying home and eating a tub of ice cream while watching some sappy romance.

  He folds his arms across his chest. “What else would it be?”

  I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know what it would be going to dinner with my boss. Perhaps it could be a professional work dinner. On Valentine’s Day, Hope? Yeah, perhaps I’m right. Tyler is really taking me out.

  “Why?”

  A wolfish smirk turns his mouth sinful, and his eyes draw up my body and lock on my questioning gaze. “Because for some reason, fucking you isn’t enough. I’m not sure why, but I want to get to know who the real Hope Silverton is.” He steps in closer, his body flush with mine and his hands cup my face gently. His lips fall to mine, and I can’t stop the moan that tumbles from my lips when he runs his hands down my shoulders, until he reaches my ass.

  Tyler takes that opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth, allowing his to dance with mine. I taste myself on him, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. We’re tangled heat, and fused need. Our lips mold to each other, and my hands fist his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

  I’m not sure how long I’m lost in his toe-curling kiss, but when he pulls back, his eyes are dark, filled with hunger that has my core pulsing for more.

  Without another word, he leaves me gaping at his back. My boss just made me come all over his mouth, and he’s just admitted to wanting more. I glance down to right my clothes when I notice he pulled my skirt back down, but I’m still bare underneath, and my thong is gone.

  He must have it.

  Asshole.

  I should refuse a date with him.

  But the problem is I can’t deny it.

  I don’t want to say no to him.

  Chapter Two

  Tyler

  When I reach my office, her scent is all over my face. It’s intoxicating. I’m painfully hard, but I didn’t want to take her in the office. No. I’ll wait until tonight when I can really show her what a good fuck is, and this time, she’ll be begging for more. I’ll make sure she remembers our evening, every damn minute of it. Settling into my chair, I wake the computer and open my email. Creating a new message, I type out an email to Oliver Michaelson. He’s one of my oldest friends, and I know he was in the market for an assistant.

  For some reason, I want to try this with Hope. It’s been months since she’s been working for me, and her professionalism is impeccable, bar for that one night we lost all control. If I can get her a job with Michaelson, I can attempt a relationship with her.

  It’s been a long while since I’ve even considered something like this. That I’ve even thought of being with a woman more than once. I’ve always been focused on work, and even when I was married, I knew that I wasn’t in it like I should be. I made that mistake, but I don’t want to make it again.

  Having Hope work for Oliver will allow me to date her. My rule about not fraternizing with staff has already flown out the window, and I don’t want to have to do it again. I’d like to make this official, if she’ll have me. And I can’t do that while she’s in my office day in and day out.

  The rest of the day goes by quickly, and by the time I’m walking out of the office, passing Hope’s desk, it’s five p.m. “I’ll pick you up at seven,” I tell her as I leave with my briefcase in hand. I should go through case notes tonight, but I’d rather study Hope’s beautiful curves.

  I don’t wait for her response, and by the time I’ve slipped into the driver’s seat of my Aston, I know I didn’t stop because I was afraid that she would refuse. I’m not sure what this woman is doing to me, but one night with her certainly isn’t enough, and now I find myself doing the one thing I never planned to do—go back for seconds.

  Once I get home, I make my way into the cellar and grab two bottles of white wine and a thousand-dollar red I’ve been saving for a special occasion. Tonight, I’d like to bring Hope back here, and I would love to offer her something to drink that’s better than anything she’s ever had.

  As soon as the bottles are situated, I head to the bedroom, tug off my tie, and unbutton my shirt while padding into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I need to calm myself before dinner because I know I won’t have a moment’s reprieve from my hard-on when I’m around her.

  I recall the day she walked into my office as I step under the spray.

  “Good morning, Mr. Masterson.” She smiles. A beauty dressed in an exquisite, charcoal pencil skirt that hugs her slender frame. Her blouse is a soft-pink, the material far too loose for me to see the curve of her breasts, but I know she’s built to perfection just from the slightness of her stature.

  “Please, Ms. Silverton, have a seat.” She does as I ask, and I can’t help but smile. “Tell me why you’d like to work for me.”

  A soft, rosy hue shades her cheeks, and she offers me a megawatt smile that has me leaning forward, elbows on my desk. “I’ve wanted to be a lawyer for a long time, since I was fifteen and I watched my dad take on cases to help people. That’s what I want to do, and I know you’re one of the best. Masterson Attorneys are the crème del la crème, and I would be stupid to miss an opportunity to work here.”

  Her voice is melodic, gentle, yet firm, and the way she twists her fingers in her lap has me intrigued. She doesn’t come across as completely submissive, but there’s a shyness to her.

  “From your resume I see you’re twenty-four, Hope. That’s younger than I expected for someone with your,” — I glance at the folder, then back to her — “experience.”

  “I’v
e interned for a long while at my father’s company, but it’s now time for me to venture on my own,” she tells me confidently. If I didn’t have a rule about sleeping with my staff, she’d be bent over my desk right now taking my cock.

  I nod. “And where do you see yourself in five years?”

  She glances at her shoes, over my desk, then at the bookshelf behind me, but she doesn’t look directly at me when she responds. “I’d like to be partner by then,” she tells me. “I know it will take hard work, but I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty.”

  “And this is the only firm you see yourself working at?” My question has her flicking her gaze toward me. A small smile dances on her lips, and I’m tempted to steal it with my own. I want to kiss her. I’ve never been so viscerally attracted to someone before.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Good girl, I think to myself. If I actually get this girl in my bed at some point, I know exactly where I can find a job for her. Because, my god, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to deny her if she stays with Masterson Attorneys.

  Even before she responded to my questions, I knew I would have her. I’d made my mind up, and now I’m going to make her see how good we can be together. I make a mental note to call Oliver in the morning and have a chat with him.

  But right now, I need to make sure I’m dressed to the nines and ready for my date with the beautiful Ms. Silverton.

  Chapter Three

  Hope

  The restaurant is lovely. Elegant staff move through the main area as they wait on their tables. The low lighting offers a calm ambience, and once we’re seated, I glance at the menu and notice the prices of the items.