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Falling Hard for the Boss
Copyright © 2017 by Kelly Moore
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“It’s been way too long since we’ve had this much fun, Jewels,” I yell over the loud music booming from the speakers as we leave the crowded dance floor.
“God, I’m dying of thirst.” She grabs a glass of water off a waiter’s tray as we walk by. “We’ve been dancing for hours.” She tilts the glass, gulping every last bit down.
We find two barstools directly in front of a sexy tattooed bartender. Jewels wastes no time flirting with him. “I’ll have a Sex on the Beach.” She’s practically drooling over him and offering up her body.
She’s always been the flirtatious one of the two of us. I’m more the ‘watch, wait, check you out, get a photo idea, run a security check on you to make sure you’re not a serial killer’ type.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she purrs, looking out into the sea of people.
“What? Where? What am I missing?”
She takes my face in her hand, pinching my cheeks together, and points my head in the direction of what can only be described as the Greek god of sexuality. He’s oozing with pheromones that have every woman near him rubbing up against him like a dog in heat.
His eyes land on me and his lips curl into an enticing smile. Jewels’s hand is still on my cheeks, scrunching it into a fish face. I swat her hand away and he laughs. It’s contagious, I can’t resist lowering my head and laughing too. When I lift my lashes to look back at him, he’s already looked away. I take the time to admire him. His kissable chin has a deep dimple, with a shadow of dark hair on his face. He runs his hand through his chocolate-colored hair, pushing back the curl that had fallen on his forehead. He wears his shirt and tie well, like a man who means business. His fingers strum on his muscular thigh like he’s waiting for something to happen. His black dress pants and square-toed, shiny shoes don’t fit in here. He raises his arm to look at the silver watch that hugs firm on his wrist. The lackadaisical look on his face shows no interest in the women surrounding him. His eyes skate to mine again, flashing from boredom to carnal interest.
“I wonder where the hell he came from?” Jewels has her lipstick out and is reapplying it.
“Heaven, or maybe hell. Zeus looks awful tempting.” We continue to steal glances at one another, making my body feel flushed.
“He could be Zeus. I have an idea,” she says as she hops off her barstool and presses her lipstick to my lips.
“What the hell are you doing?” I knock her hand away.
“We’re here celebrating your new job that you start on Monday. You’ve worked hard, graduated college at the top of your class. You have one night to cut loose and have some fun before you get all adult on me.”
“What are you talking about?” I laugh at her.
“Look at him, Reese. He could fulfill any woman’s fantasy. I say you march over there, shake your fine ass at him, and lure him to take you home and screw your brains out.” She tries to put the lipstick on me again.
“You’re dehydrated from all the dancing. Clearly, you’ve lost your mind.”
“Oh, come on. When’s the last time you got laid?” She plants her hands firmly on her hips.
“It’s been awhile, I admit, but look at him.” His gaze travels my way again just as I point across the dance floor at him. His eyes penetrate mine with a come-hither look that wordlessly says, “I want to devour you.” A trance seizes me and several moments pass as I think lustily of him ravaging me. I come back to my senses momentarily and shake off the feeling.
“What I was trying to say was: ‘Look at him, he’s gorgeous, then look at me. I’m plain and simple.’”
She snatches my hand and drags me from the stool out onto the dance floor, shoving aside all the sweaty bodies between us and Zeus. “I don’t know what mirror you’ve been looking in, but we’re changing mirrors.” His amber eyes lock on mine as we pass. I want to turn away from his glare, but I can’t. I crank my neck around to keep looking as Jewels drags me past him. His lips turn up into a devilish smile as he winks at me.
“Where are we going? I want to go back and stare at him,” I protest.
She slings open the restroom door and pushes people out of the way to get a small space in front of the mirror. She positions me in front of it and stands to my side.
“There is a beautiful, sensual woman in there and you’re going to let her loose tonight. Your mission is Zeus, as you called him.”
“Mission? What mission?” I try to turn but she holds me firmly in place.
“You, my dear sweet friend, who’ve not be laid in eons, are going to have a one-night stand.”
I turn toward her and put my hand on her forehead. “You don’t have a fever,” I say, scowling.
“Let me put it another way. I dare you to have a one-night stand with him.” She squares her shoulders at me for the challenge. She knows I will chase a dare to the bitter end.
“Give me that lipstick.” I hold my hand out.
“I knew that would work,” she says as she hands it to me.
I apply the pink shade of lipstick to my full lips and brush out my hair. I pull my skirt a little higher and roll the top down to show more leg, then I reach in my blue, silky blouse and adjust the girls higher. I turn to face Jewels. “Okay, I think I’m ready. Mission Zeus it is.”
“You look hot. I wish I had your dark red curls,” she says, twirling a strand of it between her fingers. “Not to mention those perky C-cups and killer long legs. But, you forgot something,” she smiles. “What’s the rule when you go out on a date?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s your rule, not mine.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Take them off.”
I slam the stall door behind me and wiggle my ass out of my panties. “I’m never accepting a dare from you again as long as I live,” I grumble.
“You’ll thank me later,” she says in a sing song voice.
“There, are you happy now?” I say, coming out of the stall.
She swats me on the ass. “Go get ’em tiger. Meow.”
“You are not going to stand and watch me, are you? It will make me nervous.” I stop outside the bathroom door and she runs into me. “How am I going to get him away
“Sweetie, he’s already noticed you. Now go.”
Why did I agree to do this? He is way out of my league. He probably has some sex dungeon set up in his house. I’m going to pick him up, walk out of this bar with him where Jewels can see me, and then I’m going to run like hell. I’ll never see him again, anyway.
My hips sway a little more than normal as I pass him again on the dance floor. His tongue comes out, sweeping his lower lip. The women around him frown at me as I pass by. One even mouths the word “bitch” at me.
I lean against the bar and unbutton my top two buttons, letting my cleavage do the work. Jewels flashes me a thumbs-up from the other side of the bar. I turn the barstool around so the back hits the bar. Sitting with my legs parted, I slowly raise one long leg over the other. His eyebrows raise and he’s already on his feet headed in my direction, but not before politely peeling the women off him. Snarls cover their faces as he stalks closer to me.
“Is this seat taken?” he asks as his hand skims my thigh.
“No, but do you really want to sit there if I’m headed out the door?” Oh my God, that was so brazen of me. My skin feels overheated. I push off the barstool and sling my purse over my shoulder, making a beeline for the exit without checking to see whether or not he is following me. I sashay my hips and keep moving. I might as well walk sexy now, because I’ll be doing the walk of shame later if I don’t bail on my mission. The thought of his hands on me is making me wet.
As I exit the door, his hand presses on my lower back. Over my shoulder, I give him a confident smile. Yeah, it’s fake, but he doesn’t have to know it. He takes my hand in his as I hail a cab.
“My place is around the corner,” he says. “Do you have a name?”
“Jewels,” I say with a huge grin on my face. So much for my escape plan.
“I don’t want to know your name. I want other things from you.” I can’t believe I just said that to him. His thumb brushes the back of my hand, making me feel a little more susceptible to his physical charm. His biceps contract as our arms swing together. I peek behind him to get a look at his ass - I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect man. Suddenly, this one-night stand is something I want with a complete stranger.
“This is it.” He stops at a high-rise apartment complex, punching in a code to get in the front door. While we’re in the elevator, his fingers graze my lips. “You are fucking beautiful.”
My knees want to buckle. I don’t think any man has ever said that to me before. The elevator doors open into a luxurious penthouse suite.
“Can I fix you a drink, Jewels?”
“I’ll have some vodka on the rocks,” I say as I lay my purse down on a copper end table. The Boston cityscape is reflected in the glass doors leading to his balcony. “Nice view.”
He pours two drinks and hands one to me. I nervously drink my down as he stares at my mouth. “Do I make you nervous?” he asks.
I lick my lips. “Maybe a little,” I admit.
He takes the glass out of my hand, setting it down gently on the table. “We don’t have to do this.” He brushes a wild strand of hair out of my face. “But, I wanted you the moment I saw you walk into the bar. I watched you for hours, dancing with your friend.”
He saw me then? “I don’t usually pick up men in bars,” I whisper with my eyes glued to his sexy lips.
“Bars aren’t my typical hangout,” he laughs. “I’m glad you did, but you beat me to it. I was going to buy you a drink, but I like what you offered more.” His lips crash onto mine. His mouth tastes so sweet and warm. His tongue moves like silk across mine. His kiss alone has me needing more of him, wanting to rip the buttons off his shirt. I want to know what it feels like with this man sliding inside me. I can feel my own wetness pooling between my thighs.
“Are you from here, Jewels?” He says the name like he knows it’s not really mine.
“No, but I’ve just graduated from Boston College.” Why am I being honest with him?
“Are you planning on sticking around?” His hands leave my body as he turns toward the outside view. “Boston is a beautiful city.”
“I agree. I fell in love with the city. I’ve been fortunate enough to get a job here. That’s what we were doing at the bar, celebrating.”
“Where will you be working?” He turns back in my direction. “I own a lucrative company here, if you end up not being happy with your new position.”
“Blaze Security Systems. It’s downtown Boston in the Suntrust building, on the top floor.” He starts to say something, but instead bites his inner cheek. “Are you familiar with the company?” I tilt my head.
“Yes. I’m familiar. I hear the CEO is a bit of a hard-ass.”
“I’ve heard the same thing, but haven’t gotten the chance to meet him yet. HR took me around and I met a lot of the employees, but he was too busy to come out of his office.”
“I’m sure he will make a point of meeting you on your first day,” he chuckles.
“What do you do for a living?” I sweep my hand out in the direction of the living room. “You obviously are very successful.”
“I am. My company operates like a well-oiled machine, so it leaves me plenty of time to play. I’m a bit of a daredevil. I like pushing the line, so to speak.”
“I can’t wait for that day. I want to own my own company at some point.”
“Goal oriented, that’s good.” His hands make their way to my hips. “What do you do for fun, Jewels?”
“Not this, if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually, I’m beginning to think that this was a mistake.” I try to pull out of his arms, but he pulls me in tighter.
“Was it something I said?” His warm breath is on my cheek.
“No. My friend dared me to pick you up and have a one-night stand.” I’m embarrassed at the admission.
“Do you do this often?” His mouth has moved to my ear.
“I’ve never done this before.” My voice is breathy.
“Then I’m glad you picked me.” He lifts my chin and devours my mouth. When he stops kissing me, he takes my hand and leads me to another room. My heart beats faster as I think about his dungeon. Never before have I liked the idea of a man dominating me, but right now it’s all I can think about. After that kiss, all thoughts of running are gone. Mission Zeus, accomplished.
A dim light comes on as we walk into his bedroom. I smile when I see pops of red decorating the room. It’s inviting and he likes a little color. A massive four-poster bed occupies most of the floor space in the bedroom. I sit on the edge and watch him undo his tie. He lays it beside me as he unbuttons his shirt.
“What do you like, a little kink or strictly vanilla?” he asks. “I’m good either way.” His eyes are dark and his voice sounds needy.
“I’m good with a little kink,” I tell him and I start removing my blouse. I’ve never had kink before, but that is what I want from him. I feel self-conscious next to him. I remove my blouse and cover myself with my arms. He walks over and grabs my hands, pulling my arms down.
“You are beautiful.”
The way he is looking at me makes me believe him, and I truly feel beautiful. I reach around and remove my bra as his pants and boxers fall to the floor. His cock is hard and standing at attention. I’ve never seen one as thick and full as his. It’s intense like the rest of him.
He walks up to me and runs his hand up my thigh, under my skirt, and touches me. “I knew you didn’t have panties on when you crossed your legs.” As his hands unzip my skirt and push it down, his lips trail down my body from my neck to my lower belly. An electric tingling runs through my whole body, making me gasp from sheer pleasure.
“Turn around,” he orders. I turn and he places my hands on one of the poles of his bed. He reaches down and grabs his tie, then bites my shoulder as he ties my hands together. I’m soaking wet and I can already feel myself starting to throb.
“You have such a fine ass.” His head tilts down and kisses me between the shoulder blades. I push my ass back against him, wanting to feel him against my bare skin. His hands fly to my hips, steadying me, and then I feel the sting on my ass as his hand lands on it.
“Ouch!” I say, right before the pleasure hits me. He rubs firmly where his hand landed.
“I’m in control. Do you understand?” His mouth is at my ear and his teeth pull at my lobe.
“Yes,” I hiss out. His dominance is such a turn-on.
He repositions me, widening my legs apart and tilting my ass upward. His large hands run down my back, stopping on my thighs. He drops to his hands and knees behind me and leans forward, stroking his tongue up my lips. His grip is fierce as I try to arch up.
“Stay still,” he orders. His tongue slips inside me and it takes everything in me to not squirm. I let my moans replace my movements. He sucks and nips at my clit, which already aches for release. His tongue drives inside me, starting a pulsating feeling, but he stops right before I come. He stands with his hands on either side of my hips and slams into me, pushing me forward. I’m so full and turned on, I start throbbing around him.
“Not yet,” he growls. He pulls out, then slowly slides back into me. His mouth is on my shoulder and one hand is toying with my nipple. He stands completely still. “I could make you come just by doing this.” His fingers pull at my nipple and then he pinches it softly. The throbbing starts again, then his hand stops. “Not yet.”
He leans back and changes his angle, finding a rhythm that has him moaning. Our bare skin smacks together with each hard thrust. “Touch yourself,” he grits out.
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