Boss Woman: Boss #4 Page 8

  The keycard machine in the door lit up, and the knob turned as Titan stepped inside. I’d known she would retreat to her room within ten minutes after our conversation was over. She kicked off her heels, tossed her clutch aside, and judging from the way she jerked, she was angry as she moved through the suite.

  She didn’t notice me.

  She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, and the sound she made with her lips was painful to listen to. All of her heartbreak was uttered in the single sound, her devastation at the thought of me being with two beautiful women instead of her.

  Listening to her sadness made me feel terrible because I knew I really did hurt her. Well, I didn’t. But she thought I did. “Care for a drink?”

  She froze at the sound of my voice, her lithe body rigid with surprise. She slowly turned toward me, her makeup slightly smeared because of the damp emotion in her eyes. She couldn’t fix it with me sitting right there, so she left it alone.

  I set my glass on the table, the glass thudding against the surface. It was so quiet in the room I could hear every single sound. I could hear every single time she took a breath. The air moved past her lips, into her lungs, and back out again.

  Despite being caught in the act, she held my gaze like she had nothing to be ashamed of.

  I rose to my feet and met her head on, wanting to wipe away that look of pain.

  She held my gaze until she couldn’t look at me anymore, the emotion too raw. She was relieved I was there but embarrassed that it was plainly obvious how she felt—that she was hopelessly in love with me. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at the floor, a foot shorter than she usually was without her stilettos.

  I moved closer to her, and she breathed deeper when I drew near. My hand slid into her hair, and I forced her gaze up, making her look directly into my eyes. Now she couldn’t hide from me. I could see everything she didn’t want me to see; I could see her agony as well as her desire. “Don’t ever tell me to leave if you want me to stay.” I positioned her head perfectly so I could place my mouth against her soft lips. It was a gentle kiss, so soft our mouths hardly moved together. She breathed into my mouth, and I took everything she offered me, sucking her essence deep inside my chest. “Tell me.”

  Her fingers wrapped around my wrist, and she kissed me back, deepening the embrace. “Stay.”

  My arm tightened around her waist, and I pulled her hard against me, feeling her perky tits against my chest. I squeezed her harder than I should, but I needed all of her, everything I could get. I was ticked she would think, even for a second, I would go to some other woman’s bed for the night. Ever since I met Titan, she’d become my obsession. I had everything I could possibly want in the world, but she was the only thing I truly valued. Money, cars, mansions…none of those gave me happiness.

  Only she did.

  My hand tightened into a fist as I squeezed the fabric of her dress, making my forearm flex around her waist. My other hand demolished her hair, gripping it like it was a lasso and she was my prey.

  She breathed harder into my mouth, matching my intensity almost instantly. When she kissed me, she trembled slightly right against my mouth. Moans mixed with breaths as she fell deeper into me, giving herself over to me. She didn’t try to hide her feelings anymore. She wanted me there with her, plowing between her legs for the entire night. She didn’t want to share me with anyone else. She wanted to be the only woman I fucked—the only woman I loved.

  Her dress dropped to the floor, and her bra was snapped off. I tugged her panties down her ass, feeling the steep swell of the impressive piece of muscle. She got my jacket and collared shirt off so she could run her hands over my expansive chest. She fell into her typically voracious attitude, yanking off my belt and undoing my slacks. She pushed everything down, getting me naked as quickly as possible.

  Before I could scoop her up and carry her to the bed, she pushed me back onto the mattress. I had been the one controlling the situation, but she didn’t hesitate to take over once she hit her stride.

  I lay back and scooted toward the headboard, knowing she wanted to ride my fat dick. It was one of her favorite things to do—and it was one of my favorite things to watch.

  She crawled onto my lap and straddled my hips, her beautiful tits against my chest. With hard nipples and a beautiful blush across her skin, she had the perfect rack. Her tits were big, but they were perfectly shaped. They were gorgeous and delicious.

  Her folds sat right on my cock, her wet pussy soaking my length. Her beautiful brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, uneven and disheveled from my aggressive hand. With slightly parted lips and sex in her eyes, she looked like my fantasy. She was the exact kind of woman I wanted to fuck—but she was also the only woman I wanted to love.

  My hands gripped her luscious ass cheeks, and I kneaded them with my fingertips. My cock lay against my stomach, pulsing and anxious. I wanted to be buried inside that pussy I now called home.

  She gripped my shoulders, her perfectly manicured nails pressing into my hard skin. Her face was right next to mine, but she didn’t kiss me. Her beautiful and lethal expression was on me, full of arousal but so much more. This wasn’t just sex to her. Her heart was practically hanging out of her chest for me to take. She’d given me her heart once, but when she took it back, it was never really out of my grasp. Now it was just guarded, wrapped in a flimsy cage.

  I wished I had her heart in my palm again. I wished we were back to what we were. Someone had ripped us apart, but our love was still keeping us together—but barely.

  My hand moved to small of her back, and I tilted her forward, wanting to slide my dick inside my woman.

  She moved with me, slowly taking my cock and sliding all the way down. She inched all the way to the base, taking my complete length like she was made to do it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if she couldn’t believe just how good we felt together. Every time was our first time.

  I gripped her hips and looked her in the eye. “Tell me to stay.”

  She slowly moved up until she reached my tip. Then she slid back down to my base. “Stay.”

  “Tell me you don’t want me to be with anyone else.”

  She continued to ride my length, slowly dragging herself to my base before she rose up again. Her breathing was even but slowly escalating. Her nipples were hardening, dragging down my chest as they moved.

  I guided her harder down my cock, exploring that soaked pussy even more.

  Her lips barely touched mine as she spoke. “No one else…”

  A quiet moan escaped my lips, aroused by her possessiveness, her obvious jealousy. “Tell me you love me.”

  She rode my length harder, taking my cock deep inside her. Her cream lubricated me all the way to the hilt. Our bodies sounded so slick together, moving past each other as we tried to claim one another entirely. She arched her back, straightened her shoulders, and tilted her chin up as she enjoyed me, as she worshiped my length with her heavenly cunt.

  I sprinkled kisses along her jawline until I reached her ear. My mouth released hot breaths straight into her canal, my arousal amplified for her to hear. “Tell me.” I kissed the shell of her ear and gripped both of her cheeks with my hands.

  “No.”

  My face moved back to hers, seeing the defiance in her expression. She wasn’t going to cave so easily, put all of her cards on the table. She displayed her restraint and resilience, doing her best to fight the connection that gripped us both by the throat.

  Her arms circled my neck, and she fingered my hair, taking my length at an accelerated pace.

  I wasn’t going to let her win, no matter how good her cunt felt. She’d admitted her jealousy, her possessiveness. But I wanted more from her. I wanted to take away everything, wrap her around my finger once more.

  I lifted her up and maneuvered her to her back, keeping my throbbing dick inside her. My arms widened her legs, and I conquered her with my size, making her sink into the mattress unt
il she was nearly swallowed up by it. Her slender, lithe body couldn’t make an indentation on its own. But I was nearly twice her size, over a foot taller than her, and I had more muscle in my arm than she had in her entire body.

  I pounded into her, hitting her in the perfect spot over and over. I’d been with her enough times to know how to push all the right buttons. I knew exactly where her trigger was to detonate all of her explosives. I pressed deep and hard, conquering her wet pussy and making it mine. I kept my eyes on hers, wanting her to know she was mine.

  Her fingers dug into my arms, and her mouth widened. The screams were about to erupt, but before she could topple over the edge and fall, I stopped. I kept my hard dick inside her, pulsing and aching. But I didn’t grind my pelvic bone against her clit. I held her captive in place, on the verge of a climax that would make her legs shake. If she wanted me to please her, she had to please me first.

  “Say it.”

  She dug her nails deeper into my skin and gave me a desperate look. She still fought me, but the battle wouldn’t last long.

  I pulled my dick completely out then shoved it back in, reminding her how good it felt.

  She moaned right into my face.

  “Tell me.”

  Her nipples were pointed at the ceiling, her knees were pressed into her sides, and she looked like the most succulent woman, ripe for the taking. She had my dick deep inside her, completely at my mercy. She never looked so sexy as when she had my big cock inside her. Her arms circled my neck, and her fingers clutched my hair. “I love you…”

  A high unlike anything I’d felt rushed through me. It was better than landing my first business deal. It was better than when I made my first billion. I felt like I’d truly accomplished something, had done something to make me into a real man. I had the love of the most amazing woman on this planet. She could love anyone, have any man that she chose, but she only wanted me.

  My hand grasped her hair, and I deepened my angle between her legs. I possessed as much of her as I could, conquering her body as well as her heart. I started to thrust into her again, giving my woman my dick the way she wanted. “I love you, baby.”

  8

  Titan

  What the hell was I doing?

  I woke up the next morning alone, but Hunt’s scent was heavy on the sheets. Not just from last night—but also the evening before. He was between my legs when we both should have been at dinner. When it was time to go to sleep, he was still deep inside me, claiming me over and over.

  After he told me he loved me, we didn’t say another word to each other. Our bodies clung together like two magnets. Our writhing bodies filled the silence in the absence of conversation. He didn’t tell me he loved me—he showed it.

  And I was showing him the same thing.

  How did I get into this mess?

  It was bad enough when it happened the first night.

  But a second?

  Get a grip, Titan.

  When I thought he went to that suite to fool around with gorgeous models, I was heartbroken. I couldn’t keep a straight face in front of my colleagues, and I retreated to my room for a double shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. My eyes were wet. My palms were sweaty. My heart was aching.

  And Hunt saw all of it.

  He’d ambushed me, catching me when I was at my most vulnerable. He saw my feelings written across my forehead like a tattoo. My emotions were the strongest proof of my affection, that the idea of him being with someone else could move me to tears.

  Damn it.

  There was no point in denying it, no point in fixing my makeup. I’d told him I didn’t want him anymore, but that was a bunch of bullshit. I didn’t trust him anymore, but I certainly loved him as much as I ever had.

  What was wrong with me?

  I shouldn’t let this faze me. I shouldn’t let these emotions cloud my judgment. I should walk away from him like he meant nothing to me.

  But I was still there, my legs wrapped around his waist with my nails digging into his back.

  Pathetic.

  Instead of having a cup of coffee with breakfast, I downed a drink instead. I didn’t have a migraine and I’d slept like a rock, but I needed liquor to cool my nerves. I showered and got ready for the day, knowing I had a presentation with Hunt in just a few hours.

  God, I had to look at his face.

  His stupid, gorgeous face.

  I had just slipped my heels on when there was a knock on the door.

  I knew exactly who it was.

  I fixed the collar of my shirt and opened the door. Hunt didn’t sleep over last night or the evening before, probably because it was a dangerous move in a hotel packed with people we knew. Or maybe he just knew I wouldn’t want him to stick around.

  He was wrong about that.

  I came face-to-face with him, seeing the eyes that looked like black coffee. His chin was shaved from his morning shower. He wore a jet-black suit that complemented his already broad shoulders and slim hips. A tight stomach led to muscled thighs and toned calves. He looked just as good dressed as he did naked.

  Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve like last night, I wore a hard mask.

  His hands rested in his pockets, and he stared at me with his usual intensity, like he owned me whether I wanted him to or not. He didn’t flinch from my gaze, powerful and exuding strength.

  I kept one hand on the door, my back perfectly straight and my shoulders back. I looked at him like last night never happened, like he was just a colleague that didn’t mean a damn thing to me.

  “Let’s work on our presentation.”

  My walls slowly came down when I realized this was purely a business meeting. I wasn’t about to let my clothes come off this early in the morning. I stepped away from the entryway and left the door open.

  Hunt followed me inside and took a seat on one of the couches in the sitting area. I had a full living room with a great view of the water. Sunlight sprinkled the horizon, and the boats in the harbor were glowing. He crossed one leg and rested his ankle on the opposite knee. It was exactly how he always sat whenever he did business. If it was just the two of us in my penthouse, and he took up more space than necessary.

  I grabbed my laptop and took a seat on the couch across from him, pretending last night never happened. Now we were two partners who only cared about business. I opened up the presentation on the screen then glanced up at him.

  His eyes were on my nearly empty glass. He flicked them back to me and didn’t seem to care that I caught him staring. He rested one hand on his knee while the other arm draped over the back of the couch. “Little early to drink, isn’t it?”

  “A little early to judge, isn’t it?”

  His expression remained as hard as it had by the door. “No judgment. Just concern.”

  “I don’t need your concern, Hunt.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I thought we weren’t playing games anymore, Titan.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Then don’t say you don’t need me when we both know you do.”

  I held his gaze without blinking, put off by the romantic comment. When he’d arrived at my door, he seemed professional. I thought we could skip the conversation about us and get right to work. “I’m only interested in work right now, Hunt.”

  “As am I. That means my partner shouldn’t be drunk.”

  I kept my voice steady even though I felt my anger rising. “I’m not drunk.”

  “If you drink at nine, then yes, you’re a goddamn drunk.”

  If my laptop weren’t precious to me, I would throw it as his face. “If I were a man, you wouldn’t think twice about my consumption. You wouldn’t question my ability to complete the task at hand.”

  “You being a woman has nothing to do with it. It has nothing to do with work either. I have a very personal investment in you, Titan. And when you drink like that, I worry. Don’t make me worry.”

  “Trust me, I don’t want to.” I turned back to my laptop, silently dis
missing the conversation. “How do you want to do this? Should you go first, or should I?”

  He adjusted his tie. “Ladies first.”

  Now my eyes burned through his suit. “We’re business partners. We’re equals. Don’t pull that chivalry bullshit. It doesn’t apply here.” I wanted to be treated as one of the men. I didn’t need my partner to be a gentleman just because of what was between my legs.

  He didn’t hide the smirk creeping onto his lips. “Fine. I should lead.”

  I felt the irritation move into my skin, hating the fact that I had to share the stage with someone. I was used to doing everything on my own. I did what I wanted without answering to anyone.

  His smile grew wider. “Do you want to go first?”

  “Of course I do.”

  He couldn’t suppress his chuckle. “Then go first.”

  “Do you think that would be best for the presentation?”

  “You’re great at public speaking, as am I. But you’re far more entertaining to look at.”

  I couldn’t suppress my scoff. “All the women here would say otherwise.”

  “Well, there’s only five of them. They’re outnumbered.”

  “But not in intensity.”

  He hadn’t dropped his smile so far in this conversation. “Well, we both know how jealous you get…”

  I absorbed the jab while keeping my face a mask. There wasn’t a smartass comment I could make to get me out of that. I’d walked into my hotel room on the verge of tears. He saw the whole thing. It was burned into the backs of his eyelids, seared into his memory. “Like you’re any better.” When Marshall Tucker stared at me a little too long, Hunt didn’t hesitate before he chewed his head off.

  Hunt smiled wider. “I’m a very jealous man when it comes to my woman.”

  * * *

  We were scheduled to speak for fifteen minutes, but it felt like less than five. Hunt was a natural when all eyes were on him. He was just as calm and suave as ever. And he had the audacity to give me that exact stare he gave me behind closed doors.

  Because he was arrogant like that.