The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance (7 page)

Shame flushes through me. My worst fear confirmed — William
had
heard me that day. I move my mouth away from his hand and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “Oh God,” I mumble.

William laughs. “What?”

“That’s so humiliating.”

“Humiliating? Claire, I loved that about you. A woman who likes getting off and can take matters into her own hand is a very sexy thing indeed.”

How do I tell him I’m not the woman he thinks I am? Up until I met William, I had never done a single kinky thing in my life. I’d had sex many times before but only with boyfriends and only in bedrooms. I’d never even had a one-night-stand before.

And yet…there is something about William that drives me to do things I never would have imagined before. Even though I wasn’t that girl before, maybe I’m becoming her now.

When our food comes, William doesn’t move back to his side of the table. We dig into our meals and end up talking about all kinds of things — books and movies and music we like, the pets we had as children. I don’t know why but I’m surprised that underneath William’s domineering exterior lies a normal guy.

Well, mostly normal. Can’t forget about the very kinky parts.

It’s dark out when we step out of the restaurant. The night air has turned chilly and there are lots of young people out on the streets, stumbling around and calling out to each other.

William pushes me up against the wall of the restaurant and kisses me. Not just any kiss. Rough, hungry. Haunted.

His tongue ravages me, taking me over. His hand winds itself through my hair, twisting and pulling my head back so hard that it yanks at my scalp. I think of him telling me earlier that I was going to have to beg him to fuck me. I feel like I can see the truth in that now. My body yearns for him.

Luckily the feeling seems to be mutual.

“You’re coming home with me,” he says, and there is no question in his voice.

No question at all.

W
illiam’s condo
is exactly what I would have expected, except ten times more of that. A sprawling penthouse filled with slick black leather furniture, lots of gleaming chrome, and a view of the skyline that takes your breath away.

I don’t have any time to admire it though because William has me shoved up against the wall of the entryway. His mouth is on me like an oxygen mask, like he wants to own every part of me, even my breath, my breathing.

His passion is inexhaustible and contagious. I find myself kissing him back just as feverishly, wanting to devour and be devoured. Every doubt I’ve had about this relationship has dissipated, because in that moment, I want nothing more than to get well and truly fucked by my boss.

His hands are skimming all over my body, sending sparks up in their wake and lighting my skin on fire. I lift one leg and wrap it around him, pulling him closer to me, feeling his erection pressing up against me through his pants. I reach my hand down between us so I can stroke him, and he groans into my mouth.

“I have to have you,” he says gruffly. “Now. Later I’ll take my time, but right now I need this.”

I nod my permission and he reaches down and undoes his pants, unleashing a thick hard cock. He shifts my leg and then leans into me.

I gasp as I feel him at my entrance. My body is aching for him, filled with a kind of wanton need that absolutely terrifies me. I look at William and see that same need mirrored across his face. His eyes are partially closed and his breathing is quick and shallow. The question is written on his face.

“Yes,” I tell him. “Yes.”

We both gasp as he slams into me. It’s like my words unleashed a freight train. He pounds into me again and again, slamming my back up against the wall. He hitches my leg up so he can get even deeper, and I cry out at the sheer unbridled pleasure of having him, finally, inside me.

William leans in and kisses my neck as he fucks me. Every time he thrusts he smashes up against my clit, sending shockwaves coursing through my body. Soon my whole body is tensing and I cling to him. I squeeze my body around him, wrapping my knee around his hips to pull him closer to me, tightening my pussy around his dick so that he’ll feel me more. He groans again and his thrusts get harder, more punishing.

My core tightens, and then it’s happening, the orgasm ripping through me like a tsunami, pulling me down into the deep dark ocean, drowning me. My arms and legs turn to jelly and I cling to him, trying to stay afloat.

I feel him tighten, tense. His cock jerks inside me and with one last thrust, he groans as he explodes inside of me.

We stay there like that for a minute, both trying to remember how to breathe, clearing the water from our lungs. When he slowly slides out of me, it feels like loss. I feel empty without his warmth.

William must see something in my face because he smiles wickedly.

“Just give me a couple of minutes,” he says devilishly. “There’s much —
much
— more where that came from.”

We make a pitstop in the kitchen, where William opens a bottle of red wine and pours us each glasses. Then he takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.

The first thing I notice is the enormous king size bed. A flawless white duvet, and crisp white sheets that look like they have a thread count of a billion or so.

“Women must love this,” I say.

“My cleaning lady says it’s a pain in the ass.” He shrugs. “She’s about the only woman who’s been in here lately.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I say it jokingly, but of course I’m trying to dig.

“Believe what you want,” he says. “Not that many women make it this far.”

“Wow, I must be pretty special then.” I say it flippantly but inside a tiny thrill is running through me.

William looks at me seriously. “You
are
very special, Claire.”

My cheeks flush. He is looking at me with such intensity that I almost want to look away. Instead I meet his gaze.

“Show me, then,” I say.

“Show you what?”

“Show me how special I am.” I can’t believe my own brazenness.

He grins. “With pleasure.”

He takes a step closer and winds his hand in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my neck. His lips trail a line from my ear to my collarbone, then back up the other side. He tugs my hair harder, drawing my head back as he twists his hand.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

My entire body tingles. Desire radiates across my skin, emanating from my core and working its way across my limbs, to the tips of my fingers, to the ends of my toes. I can’t believe I’m here, doing this, with William.

He walks me backwards to the bed. With one fluid motion, he peels my dress off and lays me down on his bed. His mouth continues to move across my body, covering my shoulders, my breasts, my stomach. Then he moves lower, starting at my ankles and working his way up across my calves, my knees, my thighs. I squirm under his delicate touch but he holds me in place.

His mouth slowly works its way higher up my leg, until he’s kissing the place where thigh becomes sex. I hold my breath, waiting, wanting, to feel him on me.

When his tongue finally touches my clit, I tremble. He grins up at me. I’m putty in his hands and he knows it. He flicks his tongue over the nub, alternating hard and soft, drawing small circles that paint fire across my slick skin.

His tongue trails lower, tracing long lazy lines across my slit, and then circles my entrance. I arch my back as he plunges his tongue inside of me. The man knows what to do with his mouth, I’ll give him that.

My legs start to shake as he keeps working me, fucking me with his tongue. Then he brings his hand up, slipping one finger inside of me, and then a second, thrusting them in and out of me while I quiver under his touch. I want to feel him inside me so badly.

When he has brought me nearly to the brink, he slowly withdraws his fingers and stands up. He stands between my legs as he peels off his tie. Then his shirt. Then his belt. Then his pants. Finally, he slips out of his briefs. He’s standing there naked in front of me, and I am almost literally gagging with how badly I want him. His body is perfection — lean muscle, smooth skin, rock hard dick pointing eagerly towards me.

He climbs onto the bed and brings his mouth to mine again. His tongue in my mouth tastes like pussy, but it doesn’t even bother me. All it tells me is how badly he wants me, how hungry for me he is, and that’s more of a turn on than anything else.

He positions himself over me, waiting between my legs. When I nod at him, he groans and sinks into me. He does it slowly so we both feel every inch. When he’s in up to the hilt, with every last bit of space between us gone, he pauses.

I nod again, moving my hips in a slow sensual rhythm. William matches me, sliding in and out, slowly. Tantalizingly slowly. I squeeze myself around him, wanting to feel every last piece of him, wanting to savor every last second of this.

He looks down into my eyes. The usual mask he wears seems to crack as we come together, our bodies joined. William moves his hand up to my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes. The look on his face is one that’s more tender, more caring, than anything I would have ever thought him capable of.

I meet his eyes, touch my hand to his cheek. He groans and sinks deeper into me, his hips pistoning above me.

“Oh fuck!”

“Come for me, Claire.”

I let my body ride the wave that’s coming. I couldn’t resist it even if I tried. I let go and then I’m coming, hard, my body practically convulsing under his, shudders racking me. I clench around him and that sets him off.

He thrusts once, twice, three times, deep inside me, and then I feel him jerk and still. He collapses on top of me, spent. We both lie there for a second. Our breathing syncs up as we try to recover.

I feel almost shy now. I can’t quite look him in the eye. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a sexual experience that intense before, and I don’t really know what to do with myself now.

William, on the other hand, is still William. He brushes my hair from my damp forehead. “You are going to destroy me,” he says, and though his words are hard, his tone is tender.

“Is that such a bad thing?” I ask, finally meeting his gaze.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

I
wake
up in the morning with a beautiful woman wrapped in my arms.

I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened.

Actually, I do remember. Lila.

I push her name and face out of my mind and look down at Claire. Claire isn’t Lila, I remind myself.

I let her sleep as I creep silently out of the bedroom. I brush my teeth and then go into the kitchen and turn on the coffee machine. I call down to the front desk and tell them to bring up my order.

Ramon, from downstairs, arrives just a couple of minutes later, holding a small brown bag. I thank him and give him a tip.

The smell of coffee is starting to waft through the penthouse, and I hear Claire stirring in the other room. I go in to check on her, still holding the bag.

“Good morning.” She smiles lazily up at me and it’s all I can do to not just climb back into that bed with her and fuck her senseless. She looks damn sexy lying there, tangled up in my sheets.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Croissants.” I have a weakness for baked goods. During the week it’s muffins, but on weekends I splurge on croissants from La Belle Patisserie, the best french bakery in the whole city.

She smiles. “You like your carbs.”

I chuckle. “Yes, I do. Coffee?”

“Mmm, yes please.”

I go back into the kitchen and pour two mugs, set the croissants out on a plate and bring everything on a tray back into the bedroom. I don’t want to do anything that would encourage her to put on clothes yet so if that means taking her breakfast in bed, I’m down with that.

She’s sitting up now and she’s pulled on the shirt I was wearing yesterday. My dick twitches at the sight of it. What is it about a sexy woman wearing one of your shirts that is so damn irresistible?

She takes a croissant and breaks a piece off, popping it into her mouth. Her eyes bug out of her head a little, the same way mine did when I first tried them.

I grin. “Good, right?”

“This is … orgasmic.”

“Hey now. I thought only I got that title.”

“I’m sorry. This croissant is going to fight you for it.”

“I can take a pastry.”

“I’m not so sure you can. Do you understand how good this thing is?”

We’re both laughing now and I’m shocked at how easy and … natural … this all feels. I take a sip of my coffee to hide the fact that I’m grinning like a fucking moron.

“What do you want to do today?” I ask. “Besides screw like bunnies and fight croissants, I mean.”

Her face falls. “I have plans actually. I can’t … I really shouldn’t cancel. I’m having lunch with some friends from college. We only get together a couple of times a year.”

I force my expression to remain calm, even though I’m pissed at myself for making such a stupid move. “Actually, now that you mention it, I totally forgot I’m supposed to be playing racquetball this afternoon.”

Relief etches across her face. Fuck, I’m an idiot.

We eat the rest of the croissants and finish the coffee, and then she goes to shower. I text James, my lawyer, to see if he actually can make it to racquetball this afternoon. He’s been mentioning it for awhile now anyway.

Claire out of the shower is a sight to behold. Her wet hair hangs down over her shoulders, and her face is scrubbed clean of makeup. Her whole body is pink from the hot water. I put my arms around her. Her skin is still warm and damp and even that is enough to get me going.

“You can afford to be a little late, right?”

She considers this. “I think that would be acceptable.”

I grin and then we’re at each other again, writhing and trembling like rabid animals.

Eventually, after I’ve made her come twice, Claire drags herself out of my bed.

“I really have to go.” She smiles coyly at me. “So much for making me beg, huh?”

“What’s that?”

“You told me that you were going to make me beg for it, when you finally fucked me. I’m not sure I was the one who did the begging last night.”

Her tone is only flirtatious, but her words cut through to me.

She’s right. I lost control last night. A mistake I shouldn’t have allowed to happen. It’s exactly that kind of weakness that leaves you vulnerable.

“There’s always next time, right?” I try to keep my tone casual, so she won’t know how I’m starting to seethe.

“I hope so,” she says softly.

I kiss her on the lips and see her out the door. After I close the door I bite down on my tongue, hard, hoping the pain will distract me from how pissed I am with myself.

I check my phone and am relieved to see James has texted me back and is indeed up for some racquetball.

Good. I could really go for smashing some balls right about now.

* * *

S
tupid
.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

That’s all I can think while we’re on the court. Every time the ball connects against the wall, the word echoes in my head.

Stupid.

I knew I shouldn’t have taken her to dinner. Whatever this thing is between Claire and I, it should start and stop at the office. Whatever we have, it should start and stop at fucking, pure and simple.

James is leaning over trying to catch his breath. “Geez, Godrich, what’s got into you? Business deal gone bad?”

“Something like that.”

Last night, at the restaurant, we talked. We cuddled a little. We did normal couple stuff, date stuff.

And what’s worse, I liked it.

Fuck me, I liked it.

I liked being with her. I liked talking to her. I liked that I could smell her hair when I was sitting next to her in the booth. When is the last time I sat next to someone at a restaurant like that? Probably not since I was a teenager and took a girl to the Shake Shack.

I also should have never brought her back to my place. I never fuck girls there. That’s been my rule for I don’t even know how long. That’s why I do all my fucking at work. At work, I’m powerful. I’m a billionaire. I’m a bastard.

I’m the boss.

And that’s how I like it. Nobody gets any funny ideas.

Letting Claire into my home — into my bed — was a mistake. First thing Monday morning I would have to set her straight. Because I knew what happened once girls got it in their head that you liked them. One day they catch you fucking someone else or you don’t want to spend as much time together as they do, they suddenly get pissed.

Which reminds me…

“Lila’s cheque finally cleared,” I say, in between serves.

“She cashed it?”

“They always do.”

James sighs. “You know, Will, one of these days you’re going to come up against someone who doesn’t just want your money. You’re going to come up someone who actually wants to hurt you. What are you going to do when the non-disclosure agreement isn’t enough, and they run to the press?”

I slam the ball hard against the wall to show him exactly what I think of that.

“My relationships are none of your business.”

James swings back at the ball and misses. As he runs to retrieve it, he continues with his schpiel.

“I’m telling you this not just as your lawyer, but as your friend, Will. This whole company you worked so hard to build? Every time you get mixed up in one of these ‘relationships’, as you call them, you’re leaving yourself vulnerable. Lawsuits, scandals. You might not think it’s such a big deal, but some of your investors — especially the ones in other countries — are not going to be forgiving when they find out they’re dealing with a man who left a woman handcuffed to his desk.”

He’s referring, of course, to Lila. Just her name leaves my mouth filled with a bitter taste.

Everything I had done with Lila had been purely consensual. It had been more than consensual. There had been feelings there, or at least I thought so at the time. But it was all a charade.

Handcuffing her to my desk had been my idea, but she was the one who had begged me to leave her there while I went to my meeting, saying it would be hot for me to think about her lying there, naked and waiting for me.

And it
had
been hot. Until my secretary walked in and found her there, cuffed to my desk.

It wasn’t until months later that I realized they had probably cooked up the whole thing together. They had been friends before I started fucking Lila, and they were definitely still friends now. Last I’d heard, after I’d fired them both and paid them off, they’d opened a little chocolate shop together over on the north side.

So.

Claire’s face comes to my mind then, even though I try to push it away. This relationship is already so similar to the one I had with Lila, that I can’t help but wonder if I’m setting myself up for disaster.

I can’t get Lila or Claire out of my head now, and it throws me off my game. James ends up whooping my ass, which puts me in an even pissier mood. After we’ve said our goodbyes and James has headed home, I stick around the club and hit the punching bags to try to get some of this frustration out. I hammer on the bag until my muscles ache and my entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat, but it doesn’t help.

All I can think about is Claire. I need to reclaim my power there, let her know that William Godrich is not a man to mess with.

Sweet Claire. You have no idea what’s in store for you.

I picture her naked, spread out on my desk. Her wrists bound above her head. Her legs tied to the legs of the desk. Spread for me, and unable to move. Me plowing my dick into her while she begged for more.

That would teach her who did the begging.