Boss Games Page 5

  “This is fine.” She hit the lights, dimming them to her desired level. She looked around at her penthouse, taking it in like it was the first time she’d ever truly looked at it. She placed her hand against the wall and felt the smoothness. “I thought I would never see this place again…” She walked into her bedroom.

  I followed behind her and joined her in the large bedroom.

  She slowly pulled off her clothes, the change of clothes I had brought to the hospital. It was a t-shirt and sweatpants, and she slowly stripped everything away.

  I got on my knees and helped her undress, knowing she was unsteady even though she refused to show it. When she was in just her panties, I tried not to look at her in a way I shouldn’t. But my lips couldn’t be controlled, and I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh. I quickly turned my face away and stood upright, pushing the thought from my mind. Even with the enormous gauze wrapped around her chest, covering her wound and her tits, I still thought the naked sight of her was undeniably arousing. “How about I make you something to eat?”

  “I’m not hungry. But thank you.” She looked at me with her pretty face, her cheeks a little more hollow because she seemed to have lost some weight. The color had returned to her cheeks, and the affection in her eyes was undeniable. The second I’d kissed her inner thigh, the same thoughts had come into her mind.

  I grabbed one of my t-shirts from the drawer and pulled it over her lithe body. I covered her beautiful skin, her toned stomach and her sexy hips. My fingers couldn’t resist touching her panties, so I moved them across the band before I pulled them away.

  “Could you grab my laptop?” she asked. “It’s in my bag in the living room.”

  I knew exactly what she wanted it for. “No.”

  Her eyebrow immediately rose. “Excuse me?”

  “No working.”

  She flashed me an incredulous look. “Diesel, I have a lot to catch up on.”

  “Yes—your health.” I turned away from her and pulled my shirt over my head before I tossed it in the laundry basket. “That’s all you should be focusing on.” I pulled a t-shirt out of my drawer and pulled it over my head. When I turned back to her, her eyes were erupting with lava.

  “Let’s get something straight, Diesel. You don’t tell me what to do, whether you’re my husband or not.”

  “Actually, I do. And you’ll do the same for me when I need to hear it.”

  Her anger didn’t dim.

  “Thorn is taking care of the office, so there’s nothing for you to do anyway.”

  “There’s always something for me to do. Thorn has his own work to handle.”

  “He wouldn’t offer if he couldn’t handle it. This discussion is over.” I dropped my jeans and placed them in the basket.

  Now she looked terrifying. Her eyes narrowed on my face like she was about to take me down. “This discussion isn’t over just because you say it is. If you want to marry me, you’re going to have to—”

  I shut her up with a kiss. I wrapped my hands around her waist, and I pressed my mouth to hers. I kissed her slowly, my lips feeling hers sensually. I breathed into her mouth; she breathed back. Our mouths fell into place, and we embraced each other slowly. My tongue moved into her mouth and was immediately greeted by her own. I slipped my hand into her hair, and I deepened the kiss. Out of my control, my cock hardened, and I pictured her on her back, her legs open around my waist as she moaned with every thrust I gave her. My sexual desire wasn’t lustful in nature. I just missed being with her, being connected in the most intimate way possible. I’d asked her to be my wife and I’d made love to her for the rest of the night, but then the following day, everything changed.

  I ended the embrace before I lost my self-control altogether. “No fighting. We’ve been through too much to fight.” I rubbed my nose against hers and stared at the calmness in her eyes. “I know you aren’t the kind of woman who can be bossed around. It’s one of the reasons I want to marry you. But we’re in a different circumstance right now. We need to focus on getting you better. Work is just work. It’ll still be there when you get back.”

  Titan dropped the fight and didn’t revisit it again. She took it easy as I asked, spending her time watching old classics like I Love Lucy. Showering was difficult because of her gauze. It had to be protected from the water, so I covered her with a waterproof garbage bag.

  Seeing her naked didn’t help my restraint.

  I worked from the penthouse, taking care of most things with my assistants through email. I had meetings over the phone, using Titan’s home office so I could have the space and privacy. Going to the office would simplify everything, but I refused to leave her unattended. I stayed by her side every hour of the day, monitoring her health like I was her private physician.

  I walked into the living room and saw her sitting on the couch with a blanket over her thighs. The TV was on and she watched it, but she didn’t have the same vigor in her gaze that she usually possessed.

  I leaned over the back of the couch and kissed her on the shoulder. “Everything alright, baby?” I was shirtless and in just my sweatpants, the attire I wore around the house. I’d never been indoors for such a long time. I didn’t even go to the gym. I tried to do some workouts at home, doing sit-ups and push-ups in the living room.

  She leaned back and looked up at me. “I’m not the kind of person who sits around and watches TV…not a fan of it.”

  “Just be patient.”

  She growled before she raised her head again. “I miss working…”

  “I know.” I kissed the back of her head.

  “I miss fucking.”

  Immediately, my cock hardened in my boxers. It went to full mast surprisingly fast, breaking my best record. Sex was on my mind just as heavily. Sharing the same bed all night was pretty much torture. We used to make love every night before we went to sleep. Now, that routine was gone. “Everything will be back to normal soon.” It took all my strength to say those words and not pin her to the couch and fuck her then and there. I stepped away from the couch and walked to the dining room table. My laptop was there, so I opened it and got to work.

  She turned around and looked at me over the back of the couch. “Diesel, you can go into the office. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

  “Baby, I’m fine.”

  She sighed in annoyance. “I get you don’t want me to work, but life goes on. You need to take care of your companies. If you think I’m gonna work the second you walk out, I won’t. If I say I won’t do something, I won’t.”

  “That isn’t why I want to stay home with you. You know that.”

  She turned back to the TV. “Alright…my offer is still on the table.”

  I spent the rest of the day working, and I made dinner toward the end of the night. We ate at the table together, and Titan stared at my chest without hiding the intent in her gaze. The drought between us was affecting her just as deeply as it was affecting me.

  Maybe our restraint wouldn’t last much longer.

  When we got ready for bed, Titan took her clothes off instead of putting them on. She stood in front of me in just the gauze that was wrapped around her chest. She pushed her thong away and stared at me with a commanding gaze, telling me she was going to get what she wanted no matter how hard I fought it.

  But I didn’t want to fight it.

  Her fingertips played with the strings of my sweatpants, and she yanked the knot free. Then she pushed my pants and my boxers down together until my rock-hard cock emerged. He was thicker than he’d ever been before, suffering from the deepest drought of his life. She pushed my boxers past my thighs, letting my balls come free too. “Diesel.” She stepped closer to me, her lips nearly touching mine. Her fingertips cupped my balls and gently massaged them.

  I let out an involuntary breath. Her warm fingers felt perfect against my balls, touching them exactly the way they should be touched.

  “You’re gonna make love to me. That’s the end of the discussion
.”

  I didn’t want to say no, not when my balls felt so good in her fingertips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” She moved her lips to mine and kissed me slowly.

  The second her mouth was on mine, I was gone.

  “Be slow. Be gentle.”

  I moved my hand into her hair, and I deepened the kiss, my balls tightening in her hands. I wanted to sink between her legs, move through her slickness and enjoy that overwhelming tightness. I wanted to show my woman I loved her, fall into the deep abyss of intimacy. I wanted to enjoy her body, touch her soul.

  Her hands wrapped around my shaft, and she gently stroked me, touching me better than I touched myself. She knew exactly what I liked, what touches ignited me into a frenzy. Any other woman could touch me the same way, but it wouldn’t yield the same reaction. The only reason why I was so hot was because she was the woman I was hot for.

  My woman.

  I guided her to the bed then released her when the back of her knees hit the bed frame.

  She guided herself back on the mattress, taking her time as she shifted her body up toward the headboard.

  The second her back was against the sheets, I kicked off my bottoms and moved on top of her. My usually calm manner was gone now that my body was situated on top of hers. I’d been looking forward to this for over a week. Like I was a teenage boy and this was my first time, my hands slightly shook in anticipation.

  My arms locked behind her knees, and I pinned her legs back as I positioned myself between her legs.

  Her hair was sprawled across the pillow around her, and her hands immediately reached for my biceps so she had something to grab on to. Her lips were slightly parted, her anticipation for my dick heavy.

  I tilted my hips and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance. With a gentle shove, I pushed past her tightness and slowly sank into her.

  She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing momentarily. “Diesel.”

  I pushed until my shaft was completely sheathed. I was surrounded by her wet tightness, by her lustful love. She wanted me like a fantasy, the ideal man that deserved her beautiful pussy. I held myself on top of her, most of my weight pressed on to my arms. I took slow breaths, feeling like a king now that I was finally inside her again. It felt so good that I didn’t want to move. I looked into her face as I breathed, my eyes locked on to her heavy ones. The tops of her tits were noticeable, pressed together from the tightness of her gauze. Even when she was at her weakest point, I still found her to be the most desirable woman in the world. I loved everything about her, from the curve of her bottom lip to the hollow of her throat. She was gorgeous, inside and out.

  My hips wanted to buck hard, but I stopped myself from taking her too roughly. I tightened my core and rocked my hips slowly, moving in and out of her with purposeful gentleness. I hardly rocked her at all, making sure I didn’t move her more than necessary. “Baby…” I closed my eyes again as I enjoyed her. Even restrained lovemaking was the best sex I’d ever had. My cock felt right at home buried inside her, feeling my woman in the most intimate way possible.

  “God…” Her hands moved to my chest, and her nails dug into me. She didn’t rock her hips back into me like she usually did. She lay still, enjoying every inch of me. Her breathing was deep and heavy, and she moaned with every thrust I made. “Diesel…like that.”

  I craned my neck to hers, and I kissed her as I moved, doing my best to last as long as I could. The second the head of my cock was inside her, I wanted to dump all of my seed into her. I wanted to claim her as mine forever. The diamond ring was on her left hand, and I felt the warm metal against my skin as she pressed her palms into me.

  Fuck, this felt incredible.

  She stopped kissing me as her breathing took over. Her lips were still pressed to mine, but she was so overcome with moaning that she couldn’t reciprocate anymore. She was on the edge of pleasure, about to fall into the powerful orgasm she’d begged me to give her.

  I wanted to give it to her. “Come, baby.”

  That was the final touch she needed, and she came around me. She started to writhe, her body stretching and moving. She carved her nails into my skin, leaving marks over my pectoral muscles. “Diesel…”

  She said my name more times than ever before, and I knew I was hitting her in the perfect spot. I watched the performance she gave, the way her mouth widened like she was singing a song. I listened to her moans as they turned into screams. I watched the way she stared at me like I was the only man in the world that mattered. There was no one before me, and there would be no one after me. I was all that mattered.

  That made me feel like a king.

  As soon as she finished, I dropped my restraint. I shoved my dick deep inside her and released with a grunt, feeling all the stress from the week fade away as I filled her pussy with everything I had. It was one of the best climaxes I’d ever had, and I knew it was just the beginning.

  I’d thought I was going to lose her, but she was still there with me. She would be the mother of my children, the wife I would love every single day of my life. She would be a partner I would admire, even someone I would learn from. And I would be the king of her heart, the man she turned to for protection and strength. I would be everything she was missing in life.

  And she would be everything I’d ever needed.

  7

  Thorn

  I purposely waited a few days to see if Ms. Alexander would reconsider the offer and return on her own.

  But after the third day of silence, I knew she wasn’t playing games.

  She was dead serious.

  When I warned Titan about this woman, she didn’t take it seriously. She was the biggest shark in the ocean, so she wasn’t intimidated by anyone.

  I wasn’t intimidated either. But how did you work with someone who wasn’t motivated by money? She was motivated by something more meaningful. Now we were in a realm I didn’t understand. Titan didn’t understand it either.

  But I knew how important this was to Titan, so I would make it happen. I may have to approach this woman in a different way, but that didn’t matter. Whatever it took to get the job done was fine by me.

  I was in Titan’s office when I spoke to Jessica over the intercom. “Jessica, could you get Ms. Alexander on the phone for me?”

  “Of course, sir. Hold on.” She turned silent, and I finished writing the email I was working on. It didn’t surprise me how many requests filled Titan’s inbox. She was America’s most famous person right now. There were lots of messages inquiring about her health. I responded to them as myself, just to give everyone a peace of mind. Titan would make a full recovery, and the most powerful woman in the world would be back on her feet in no time.

  Jessica spoke again. “I have her for you. Line one.”

  “Thanks, Jessica.” I picked up the phone and pressed it to my year. “Ms. Alexander.” I typed her name into the search engine, and her page immediately popped up. There was a candid shot of her right on the first page, one of her walking to her private plane at JFK. In a black dress with sky-high heels, she approached the steps to board the plane. Aviator sunglasses sat on her nose, and her black hair was in spiral curls. Her calf muscles were impressive, but then again, everything about her was impressive. Drop-dead gorgeous and smart, she was a special kind of woman.

  Her voice was heavy with confidence, but she didn’t cross the line into arrogance. She had a special quality that made her innately endearing even though she was a powerhouse. She was aware of her power, but she didn’t seem interested in throwing it anyone’s face. Only someone secure in their success didn’t care what others thought of them—and she was definitely secure. “Mr. Cutler, what a nice surprise. What can I do for you?”

  Her sexy voice caught me off guard even though I’d already heard it. It fell on my ear at the perfect cadence, making me think of her mouth pressed right against the shell of my ear as I fucked her against the wall.

  Why did I ke
ep on thinking about fucking her?

  She was just a pretty woman. Nothing more.

  It was time to focus. “I’d like to have another discussion about your company. Let’s set up a meeting in my office tomorrow.” My fingers drummed against the white desk, focusing on the silence between us. I wanted to listen to her breathe, listen for the sound of apprehension. I couldn’t gauge a single weakness when I met her in person. Now I was listening for it.

  “I already came to your office and wasted my time. If you’d like to talk about this, you can make an appointment with my assistant.”

  My eyes flashed at the cold way she brushed me off. Like a queen full of indifference, she dismissed me as if I didn’t mean anything to her. It was like a slap in the face. If anyone wanted to do business with me, they came at my beck and call. But this woman obviously operated under a different philosophy.

  “Goodbye, Mr. Cutler.” Without waiting for a response, she hung up on me.

  Click.

  I listened to the line go dead before I hung up the phone. I sat back in the chair, my fingertips resting across my lips. While I sat there rigid and silent, the emotions exploded inside me. No one had ever handled me so callously before. She was playing with fire, and she was about to get burned.

  And I was so fucking hard.

  I despised this woman, but my attraction didn’t seem dependent on that fact. My mind and body had very different opinions about her. I didn’t consider myself a proud man, but I did demand respect. I didn’t care for the way she handled me. She should bend over backward for me like everyone else did. This deal didn’t matter to me, so I didn’t want to bother with the meeting. She could lose out on the opportunity, and I didn’t give a damn about it.

  But I gave a damn about Titan.

  This was important to her.

  If she were well enough, she would secure this deal. Perhaps she would have had better success since she was a woman, and Ms. Alexander would have responded to her very differently.