A Very Dirty Boss (A Sexy Standalone Contemporary Romance) (5 page)

Chapter 12

Lucas

When I knock on her door, the déjà vu hits me like a tidal wave - the smoky smell of the corridor, the dim, flickering lights, and the general foreboding vibe you get when you enter a place like this.

Having said that, Monique is the best damn red light I’ve ever walked into. And although she makes enough to get a better dive than this, she chooses to stay.

“All my clients come here. If it ain’t broke why fix it?” I recall her saying the last time I was here. That was four years ago now – a gambling trip some buddies and me did.

Wow, how times flies…

Monique opens the door with a sultry smile. The top of her black silk kimono shows a hint of her best assets – a perfect set of double Ds.

“Well hello there, Mr. Big Apple. I heard whispers you were back in town,” she says, running her tongue over her bright red lips. “It’s been a while.”

I lean on the doorsill with my hands still in my pockets. “Too long, gorgeous. Got some spare time tonight?”

She chuckles and walks back into the apartment, leaving the door open.

“For you honey, always,” she calls back.

I hesitate before I step over the threshold, thoughts of Anna creeping into my conscience.

It’s not like she’s your girlfriend, Lucas, and you’re cheating on her. You’re a man. You have needs. End of story.

Listening to my inner voice, I shut the door and follow Monique to the sofa. Trailing behind her is her the scent of a strong and exotic cheap perfume. It plays with my olfactory senses, taking me back to when I was nineteen and drilling into her, over and over again.

“So,” she states, lighting up a cigarette. “What’s new? I must say you look different from the last time we met, and I didn’t think you could get any more handsome. You’re getting me all juiced up just looking at you.”

Her promiscuous tongue makes my cock convulse. As long as she keeps that talk up, Anna will be pushed further and further from my mind.

“I’m the director of the company now,” I tell her, edging a little closer.

“Is that so?” She takes a long drag and blows the smoke out towards me. “Mr. head honcho, huh? Good for you.”

She stubs out the cigarette and moves towards me. Even though she’s a hooker, it’s clear that she wants me. I know sex eyes when I see them.

She places her hands on my shirt and gives my pecs a good squeeze. “Hmm and you’ve bulked up. That’s a bonus.”

When she rips open my shirt and starts to trail those flaming lips from my neck down to my trouser line, I wait for my cock to itch again. But even when she yanks off my belt and has me in her mouth, it doesn’t feel right.

Seeing those red locks moving back and forth as she sucks me off should be turning me on. Hell, I should be moaning and demanding her to suck faster.

But… I feel… nothing.

My cock is barely erect.

Fucking Anna.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I pull out of Monique’s mouth and take a step back.

“Is something wrong?” she asks, wiping the spit off her lips. She looks disappointed. Those shining azure eyes have gone cold.

“It’s not you,” I say with an apologetic smile, pulling my pants and trousers back up. “I thought coming here would help distract me from something.”

Monique sighs and stands up. “I see,” she says, walking back over to the cigarette packet sitting on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

She takes out another smoke and lights it. After another deep drag, she dares to ask me the question, “Who is she?”

Damn. How do women know this stuff? It’s like they have a sixth sense about the whole guy/girl dynamic.

“What gave me away?”

“What didn’t?” she sneers. “First you show up out of the blue. Then you hesitate to come in. Yes – I have eyes in the back of my head. Then you don’t even react when I’m all over you. That kind of behavior gives the game away.”

Just hearing her say it, makes it hit home all over again.

This thing with Anna. It’s not just lust. It can’t be. Because if it were then why did I just turn down a blow job? And not just any ordinary one either.

Monique has tricks that ordinary women could only dream of being able to use on their lovers. And the BJ wasn’t even the main event. Let’s just say that the swing in her bedroom is not for decorative purposes.

This seduction game with my PA has backfired on me.

Big time.

I’m not the one who’s gotten under Anna’s skin at all.

She’s the one who’s gotten under mine.

Chapter 13

Anna

When I hear the door smack shut, I fling my eyes open and lift my head up off the sofa.

Crap. I must have dozed off before the movie finished.

Peering up at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s after two. Typical. I knew Lucas would stay out late. And now I’m going to be forced to acknowledge him as I walk back to my bedroom.

Sucking in a breath, I rise from the sofa and instantly lock eyes with him.

“Oh, sorry, Anna. I didn’t realize you were out here,” he says, his voice soft and steady.

Hmm, and I thought he’d come back drunk for sure. Well, at least, he’s alone. Otherwise, this encounter would’ve been awkward as all hell.

“I was just heading to bed,” I quickly say, making a b-line for my room.

Before I’ve even made it halfway, Lucas calls out to me, “Please, can you hang back a minute?”

Somewhat stunned and still half sleepy, I swing back around to face him. “Why? What is it?”

He gives a sheepish smile, something very rare for Lucas, and motions to the sofa. “Can we sit and talk. I’d like to apologize for earlier.”

If it weren’t for how genuine he sounds I’d tell him to shove his apology right up his ass. But he appears crestfallen and apprehensive.

Something must have happened when he was out tonight.

Despite the late hour, I humor him and resume my seat on the sofa. “Okay, go ahead.”

He paces the room for a minute, apparently still anxious, and bites a fingernail.

Finally, a minute or so later, he sits down next to me.

“This is hard for me to say,” he begins, staring into my eyes. The usual hordes of butterflies return in my stomach, and despite all my efforts, those pools of mulled brown are just too damn dreamy.

No matter how much I half hate the guy.

“But I need to come clean,” he continues. “I brought you to Vegas under false presences. I wanted to seduce you again. Another ignorant point I had to prove to myself.”

“Excuse me?! You did wh-” I go to say but he urges me to listen to the rest of it before I unload on him.

“I was wrong, Anna. And in more ways than one.” He pauses and takes a deep breath in.

I have to say this is all pretty confusing, but I’m interested in where it’s going. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was about to make a declaration of love.

Ha – as if that would ever happen.

He gives a light cough and speaks. “Not only was I wrong to try and seduce you again, but I was also wrong to think that it was just about lust.” He takes my hand and runs his fingers over mine.

Okay… this is not helping my creaming panties one iota.

“I’m sorry,” I interrupt, throwing him a confused look. “I don’t understand what’s going on here. What do you mean it’s not just about lust?”

“Do I really need to answer that question, Anna?” He leans in closer, his eyes honing in on my lips. “Deep down, I think you must know the effect you have on me.”

Before I can ever answer him, his lips crash down on mine again. As our tongues collide, his words drift through my head.

He feels more than lust for me.

As in… he has real feelings? Like lovey feelings?

Because if that’s true, I’m a total goner.

I’m going to submit to him like a Queen folding to her King.

“Oh, Anna,” he murmurs, pulling out of the kiss so he can trail more down my neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you.”

My head tells me to stop him. To push him away and tell him that he’s dreaming if he thinks I’ll ever be his again.

But my heart and libido have full control.

When he slips off my pajama shorts and panties, I know there’s no resisting him anymore. His warm mouth engulfs my pussy and sucks. The feeling of his tongue swirling around my clit, gently prodding it and then going faster, threatens to send me over the edge early.

This is uncharted territory for us. I may have sucked his delicious cock once in the back of that beamer before we got to the finale, but he’s never returned the favor.

And boy, have I been missing out all these years!

As the pressure builds within me, I entwine my fingers in his dark hair and moan his name. “Lucas… oh, Lucas…”

Seconds later, I feel my ecstasy peak and shudder in his mouth, closing my eyes to the sheer magnificence of it. Jake knew his way down south too but he has nothing on Lucas.

Lucas makes Jake look like a fucking amateur at best.

After a quick wipe of his lips, he grins and then throws me over his shoulder, leading us toward my bedroom.

He gives me a light tap on the rear. “My turn.”

Chapter 14

Lucas

When I throw her down onto the bed, I can hardly believe my luck. Anna Fitzgerald wants me just as much as I want her.

Halle-fucking-lujah!

The moment I lean down and kiss her again, the frenzy begins.

Clothes are ripped off and thrown in all directions.

Nails scrape down backs.

Hickies bruise necks.

It’s like our animal instincts have completely taken over.

I don’t even bother with a condom – I’m so damn horny for her. But Anna, even as this fiery, beautiful temptress, isn’t careless. I have no doubt she uses birth control.

We lock lips and wander our hands over each other’s bodies for a bit longer. I enjoy her curves under my hands, her smooth, white skin, and cock-stiffening gray eyes.

Give me this girl of Monique any day.

Before long Anna says those six magic words that make both my heart and dick leap…

“I want you inside of me.”

I bite my lower lip and position myself at her entrance. “Yes, ma’am.”

When I push through the lips of her tight, little pussy, she cries out and urges me to go deeper. Like a good King, I obey my Queen.

Anna’s supple body moves in rhythm with mine, back and forth.

Harder and faster.

The more I look down at her, the more I want to keep on fucking her. Forever.

“Want to change positions?” she asks with a cheeky smile. “Don’t get me wrong, missionary is good. But I think we both know some better ones.”

Matching Anna’s smile, I climb off and bow my head to her. “I’m at your service, madam.”

With mischief in her eyes, she moves and pats the center of the bed where she was just laying. “You lie down with your knees up and the balls of your feet flat on the sheet.”

I do as she instructs and she squats on top of me, raising herself up and down on my cock as her fingers interlock.

“Anna you dirty girl,” I pant as her pussy stimulates me in ways I never thought were possible. I’ve slept with my fair share of women and have had some fantastic lays. But this is on a whole other level.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replies, grinning as she continues to bounce on me. When I feel myself getting close, I stop her and pull her down on me.

“I want to look into your eyes when I cum,” I say, guiding her legs around my waist.

The Wraparound
–  best position for a female orgasm - don’t fail me.

Taking care not to let my cock slip out of her, Anna begins to move up and down on me again, gaining more momentum as the seconds go by. As I penetrate her to the deepest point, I play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and sucking on them like they’re a gift sent straight from the heavens.

Within only a few minutes, her faces takes on a different flush and her breathing slows. She’s bordering on the edge. Just like me.

“Come with me, Anna,” I moan into her ear and crash my lips down onto hers as we both blow, gripping each other tight.

It’s like the universe just exploded and Anna and I are the fallout.

We collapse down onto the bed and try to catch out breaths, laughing when our eyes meet again.

“Damn girl. I should never have let you go,” I tell her.

And I mean it.

Taking her virginity and then acting like a coward afterward, because I didn’t want to face the fact that I’d fallen for her, was the worst mistake of my life.

And believe me, I’ve made a few.

Anna beams and snuggles up to my chest. For the first time, I feel completely at ease with the whole “hugging” thing after sex.

In fact, I kind of like it.

About damn time too, Lucas. It only took you five years and fucking your way through half the pretty girls in New York, to realize that the one you wanted has been right under your nose this whole time.

Placing an arm her, I pull her closer to my chest; where she has always belonged.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. For everything. Can you ever forgive me?” I say, playing with her ebony hair that smells so damn good I want to fuck her again, right now.

She tilts her head up to mine and offers a kind smile with glazed eyes.

“You betcha,” she says and kisses me with fervor; the kind that tells me she’s being genuine.

Anna Fitzgerald loves me.

Like
for real
loves me.

Just repeating that four-letter word in my head makes me feel like a fucking schoolboy all over again. Only, this time, I’m not going anywhere.

Anna is mine and I am hers.

The way it always should have been.