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  Boss Love

  Boss #3

  Victoria Quinn

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious or used fictitiously. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the publisher or author, except in the case of a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

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  Hartwick Publishing

  Boss Love

  Copyright © 2018 by Victoria Quinn

  All Rights Reserved

  1

  Hunt

  The city lights bathed us in a gentle glow. Shadows were cast everywhere, the sound of our deep breathing filling the enormous penthouse. Her breath stuck to the window, even though she was sitting five feet away from it.

  She was on her knees.

  In front of me.

  She obeyed without question, her face tilted toward the ground. Her slender back rose and fell with every breath she took. Even on the floor, she didn’t look weak. She appeared strong, doing something she was so adamantly against.

  For me.

  My hands went to her shoulders, and I gripped their petiteness. My thumb brushed along her soft skin, watching the freckles disappear as I glided my thumb over the map of her body. My hands grabbed her long, dark hair and pushed it over her shoulder, bringing it down her chest and exposing her slender neck. My fingers glided across it, enjoying the milky white skin. I explored the nape of her neck even though I’d touched her hundreds of times. Now, everything was different.

  This game was different.

  I was so fucking hard.

  I dropped my touch and stepped around her, watching her statuesque pose as I maneuvered around. My feet tapped against the hardwood floor, and my eyes never trailed away from her face. I watched her stare at the floor, never looking at me.

  When I was in front of her, my body blocked the light and created a shadow over her face. I yanked my sweater over my head and tossed it on the floor beside us. She remained positioned in the same way, not giving the slightest hint of her discomfort. Her tits were firm and hard because she must be cold, sitting at my mercy like this. I undid my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers, revealing my reddened cock. More blood was circulating in my length than ever before. My head was so firm it could burst. I enjoyed letting her use me, but now that I was the one who got to do the using, I enjoyed it even more.

  Her eyes moved to my dick in front of her.

  I grabbed her chin and forced her gaze higher, commanding her to look at me. “Suck me off.”

  Instead of frustration in her eyes, there was only arousal. The look was subtle, but I’d seen it enough times from her to recognize it. She absorbed my commands without offense, letting me conquer her without stripping away her innate power. She pressed her face to my length and kissed it right in the center, her lips soft and wet.

  “Yes, Boss Man.”

  She hesitated at my words, her back arching and her warm breath falling over my throbbing length.

  “That’s how you’ll refer to me from now on.”

  She pressed another kiss to my length.

  “Do you understand?” I grabbed the back of her hair and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at me. I was already handling her much more aggressively than she handled me, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt like a powerful man for what I’d accomplished in my short lifetime. I was a wunderkind, someone who had risen to the top in the half the amount of time as everyone else. I didn’t take no for an answer, and sometimes I got high off my strength. But I’d never felt more powerful than I did then—with Tatum Titan on her knees. Every muscle in my body tensed as I waited for her to yield to me, to bow to me with her words.

  It was the first time she hesitated, the first time she struggled to do as I asked.

  My cock hardened as I waited, my hand gripping the back of her neck. My dark eyes bored into her eyes, seeing the shimmering green color that was always in my dreams.

  Her lips parted. “Yes…Boss Man.”

  My cock twitched. My breathing stopped. My hand tightened on her hair. A gentle sensation ruptured in my balls, the warning that a climax was fast approaching. I didn’t shoot my load prematurely, but those few words would be enough to make me climax if I allowed my body to. I’d never heard anything so sexy in my entire life. There was no dirty talk I’d ever heard that compared to that.

  I loosened my hold on her hair and guided her face to the base of my cock.

  She did the rest. She started at my balls and sucked them into her mouth, using her tongue to massage them gently. Her saliva drenched the skin, making my balls wet and slick. She sucked another part into her mouth, devouring me like she did in my office so long ago. Then she moved up my base, dragging her tongue along the throbbing veins.

  “Eyes on me.”

  Her gaze flicked up to mine as her tongue worshiped my dick. “Yes, Boss Man.”

  Jesus Christ.

  She moved farther up my length until she reached the tip. She swiped her tongue across my head, licking up the lubrication I’d started to ooze. She sucked my tip gently, drawing out any extra that was hidden just under the surface.

  It was worth it. Our arrangement was worth having this moment.

  Having her.

  She grabbed the base of my cock and lowered it to her mouth. She slowly drew her throat down my length, inserting him as far as he could go. She was a petite woman, and I had a big dick. We worked well together, but we couldn’t overcome the impossible.

  She looked up at me when she had a mouthful, saliva starting to pool at the corners of her mouth.

  Damn.

  She began to move, slowly pulling my cock out of her mouth before she reinserted him. She moved at a slow pace, probably understanding I was barely holding on. I wanted this to last as long as possible.

  I bet she did too.

  “Deeper.”

  She strained to shove more into her throat without gasping. She pushed hard, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. The saliva started to drip to the floor, drops forming on the hardwood floor.

  Fuck, I wasn’t going to last.

  I wanted to come in the back of her throat, but I wanted to come deep inside her pussy. I wanted to start the initiation, to officially make her mine. This boss man had conquered his boss lady. I wanted every hole of her to be drenched with my come.

  At least we had all night.

  Before I allowed her to hit my trigger, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. It dripped with her moisture, glistening in the lights of Manhattan. My voice came out shaky despite my attempt to keep it stern. “On the bed.”

  She got to her feet then crawled on the bed, her ass in the air.

  I grabbed her lace panties and pulled them down her legs, seeing her sex glisten the same way my cock was.

  She definitely liked it.

  I tossed her panties to the foot of the bed then turned her over, her back on the sheets and her head on the pillow. The mattress dipped as I crawled on top of her, her soft sheets greeting my palms. I covered her like the clouds covered the sun, blocking her from everything else. My arms hooked behind her knees, and I folded her perfectly underneath me, the right angle to fuck her deeply like I wanted.

  I should put a towel under her ass because I was going to get come everywhere.

  I held my shoulders above hers and looked her square in the eye, conquering her before I even shoved my dick inside. I could tie her up facedown and fuck her senseless, but I didn’t want to. I could whip her with a crop, but I didn’t want to do that either.

  I had different plans tonight.


  I guided the head of my cock to her entrance, and as if he knew exactly how to find it on his own, he slid inside her slick tightness. He dug deeper, stretching her wide apart, moving through her glistening arousal until I was sheathed to the hilt.

  Her hands moved to my biceps, and she moaned.

  I stayed buried inside her as I leaned down to kiss her.

  Her lips failed to move with mine, overcome with the feeling of fullness between her legs. She moaned against my mouth, her breath shaky. When I kissed her harder, she finally responded to me. Her lips moved with mine, her tongue greeting mine with enthusiasm.

  Our lips smacked as they glided together. When they pulled apart, I could hear the skin break. Our breathing was heightened in the quiet room, our arousal echoing off the four walls. The sheets rustled as we moved.

  I started to thrust, getting myself deep inside her with every stroke. I invaded her pussy like an enemy conquering a hostile land. I claimed it as mine and intended to settle there for a long time. Her slickness sounded every time my cock slid through. She was soaking wet, my cock forcing the moisture to pool even more. I imagined it was dripping down her crack to the sheet beneath her.

  Her hands slid up my shoulders until her fingers found my hair. She dug her fingers into it, feeling the soft strands as she twisted them. Her moans elevated, growing louder and stronger.

  I knew what was coming. “You don’t come until I say so.”

  All the light left her eyes as the command slapped her across the face. She actually looked pained, like my request was the most disappointing thing she’d ever heard.

  “I’m gonna come inside you all night. And when I’m finished, I’ll let you join me.”

  “Hunt, please—”

  “Boss Man.”

  She hesitated before she corrected herself. “Boss Man…”

  I slowly thrust inside her, giving her some sympathy by not fucking her hard like I wanted to. I rocked into her at a slow pace, letting my cock enjoy her soaking pussy. Sometimes I felt her walls tighten around me, the natural urge to come taking over. But then she righted herself again, stopping herself from feeling pleasure.

  I wasn’t sure how she still held on because I was about to slip away. Her cunt felt too incredible, her face too beautiful. Her tits were round and firm, her nipples pink and hard. My cock twitched as it remained buried inside her. I was ready to come, ready to explode.

  And I didn’t hold back.

  I shoved myself as deep as I could go and came, my eyes locked on hers. A guttural moan escaped my lips, making me feel like a caveman who’d just completed his life’s purpose. My eyes burned into hers, almost angrily. The head of my cock exploded as I dumped mounds and mounds inside her. I stuffed her good, making her so full that she started to drip from her entrance.

  Her nails dug into my scalp, and she whimpered underneath me, a quiet plea escaping her lips. Forsaking her power was never a bigger regret than it was now. Now, she ached for her own release, to come around my dick just the way she used to.

  This was payback.

  I kept my softening dick inside her and started to kiss her, letting my mouth enjoy hers. My hand dug into her hair, and I felt my come drip out of her entrance as my length decreased. But it was only minutes before I was hard again, obsessed with this come-filled, wet pussy. I hardened back into steel again and started thrusting.

  She dragged her nails down my back and began to writhe, her moans sounding like cries. She was frustrated, even angry with me. She wanted to come so badly.

  But I wouldn’t let her.

  I thrust into her harder than I had the last time, pounding into her pussy and hitting her deep.

  Her moans turned to screams.

  I stared down at her as I positioned myself more squarely on top of her, bending her hips and angling her legs to either side of her head. The tip of my cock pushed through the swollen lips of her entrance, hitting the creamy channel, and then slamming into her cervix. I was determined to give her more come than last time.

  “Boss Man…please.” With fiery green eyes, she looked up at me with desperation. She wasn’t above begging, even though pleading wasn’t something Tatum Titan did. I was torturing her, and if she didn’t find a release soon, she was going to lose her mind.

  I was about to come again, and once I did, I would need a longer break. Since she’d obeyed me this long, I gave her some leeway. “Wait until I come…”

  She grabbed my ass and pulled me more firmly into her. Now she fucked me harder than I fucked her. We crashed the headboard into the wall as we both sought to reach the finish line. She moaned as we moved, her sounds loud enough to break my eardrums. I was about to come, about to explode. I just needed a few more thrusts.

  “God…I can’t hold on any longer.” Her face began to contort into that beautiful look she wore whenever she came. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes widened as her plump lips parted, about to give way to a powerful scream.

  I hit my trigger and moaned as I filled her, my cock dumping all of my seed inside her. “Come, baby.”

  She released the scream she’d been holding back, her channel tightening around my fat cock. Her come coated all over my dick, her white cream sheathing me from the hilt to underneath the head of my cock. Her hips bucked upward, and she dug her sharp nails hard into me, nearly scarring me. Her orgasm was a performance, and she should have walked away with an award for it.

  I gave a few extra pumps even though I was finished, moving through the mixture of my come and hers. It was so warm and soft. Her cunt was made for my cock. I slowly pulled out of her and saw my come leaking from her pussy, sliding down her ass toward the sheets. I didn’t hide my smile as I rolled over and lay on my back.

  She took a few minutes to regroup, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and uneven. Slowly, she returned to a state of calm, recovering from the powerful explosion we both felt. When she was ready, she walked into the shower and rinsed off.

  I put my boxers back on and set an alarm on my phone. I placed it on the nightstand before I got comfortable in bed, enjoying the luxurious sheets. There were soft and silky, and her pillow perfectly contorted to my head. I wasn’t sure how Tatum Titan got up every morning when she had a bed like this. I ordered the best of everything for my homes, but she obviously had better taste.

  Titan came back into the room fifteen minutes later, her hair still slightly damp but dried for the most part. She pulled on a t-shirt and panties before she sat on the edge of the bed. Not once had we turned on the lights, staying hidden in our mutual darkness. It set the tone for our new relationship, a change both of us could sense.

  My arm rested underneath my head while the sheets were bunched at my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling my mind slip away as the cool sheets comforted me.

  “Hunt?” Her voice sounded, but I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I’d drifted off before she said anything.

  “Hmm?”

  “You should get going before you get too tired.”

  I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  A tense pause filled the air between us. Like the end of a stick of dynamite, the rope caught flame and was slowly burning as it reached the base of the bomb. Her anger was mixed with potent alarm. “Excuse me?”

  I sat up and grabbed her by the arm. I yanked her onto the bed, making her back hit the sheets. “I’m sleeping here. And you’re sleeping beside me.”

  “I said I don’t—”

  I grabbed her neck and forced her gaze on me. “We’re playing by my rules now, Titan.” I positioned her beside me, spooning her from behind. My arm circled her waist, and I buried my face in the back of her neck. Her smell was mixed with mine, vanilla, and sex. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling more comfortable than I had in a long time.

  Titan was as stiff as a piece of wood.

  “Close your eyes.” I didn’t need to see her expression to know her eyes were wide open. “A
nd go to sleep.”

  2

  Titan

  This new regime was terrifying.

  Hunt had taken charge like he was born with this kind of power. He controlled me, forced me to do things I never considered before. I hadn’t slept beside a man in nearly ten years—and now I did.

  I barely slept that night, unable to doze off. Fear, panic, and anxiety consumed me most of the night. Those feelings weren’t directed at Hunt, specifically. They were just emotions I couldn’t control. Being unconscious would force me to let down all of my walls, but allowing that to happen went against my core.

  So I only slept a few hours, on and off.

  Hunt’s alarm went off around six. He silenced his phone then stretched beside me, taking a few minutes to fully wake up. His large body shifted the bed underneath him, making the mattress dip slightly in the center.

  I was the only person who slept in this bed, and now the mattress felt like a whole different place when there was a six-three man inside it. At two hundred pounds, he flooded the sheets with his innate warmth. He breathed quietly while he slept, the sound entering my silent bedroom. He shifted his position in his sleep. Sometimes, he grabbed me and pulled me closer, like I could slip away in his subconscious.

  I lay still beside him, unsure what to do.

  He turned over and pressed his body into mine. His hand moved up my shirt and cupped my bare tits, and he kissed my neck all the way to my ear. A quiet moan sounded in my ear as he felt me, his cock pressed against my back.

  Despite my exhaustion, I felt the instant attraction.

  He yanked my panties down and turned me until I was on my stomach. He crawled on top of me, his hips resting against my ass. Skipping the foreplay and getting right down to business, he shoved his enormous cock inside me with one single thrust.

  Oh god.

  He pressed his mouth against my ear and breathed as he fucked me, giving me a quickie that was solely about getting off. He didn’t say a single word or make a single command. He fucked me in silence, our bodies slapping at every impact. Sometimes, he moaned right into my ear canal, and my pussy grew wet in no time.