Dirty Arrogant Boss (Cocky Billionaire 2)

“Are you that impatient?” he asked.

“I want to be naked with you.”

“Let me do the honors.” He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off. My bra followed next, freeing my aching nipples. I was left lying in my thong as he stared at me. I reached for his belt, but he stepped away, taking his time by teasing me while he stripped.

“You’re not fair.”

“Who said anything about being fair?”

I licked my lips when his rock-hard cock sprang free of its prison and my mouth immediately watered. Sitting up, I motioned for him to come closer. “Let me suck you off.”

“As much as I would love that, there’s not a chance in hell I’m wasting a drop of my sperm down that pretty throat of yours.”

His comment reminded me all too well that this was merely a business transaction to him, another contractual obligation. I nodded and lay back down.

He tugged my thong off, and his mouth dove down onto my pussy. He was out to conquer and that he did. His tongue worked me over like I’d never been. Every part of me was expertly massaged until I fired off two orgasms. Only my mind had wandered off into the land of obligations. I had hoped we’d crossed a bridge, spanned a gap where maybe we could work something out. If we did have a child together, I wanted us to be more than casual acquaintances.

“On your knees, Molly. I want to give it to you hard.”

But he was wrong. He’d already given it to me. In the form of a check. Or so I thought.

His thick, hard cock slowly, achingly entered me and stole my breath away. I’d thought I was prepared, but I was wrong. Hugh Hampton turned me into a fuck monster. When he started moving to that rhythm, I lost all sense and the only thing I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me. It was sublime.

“Yes, yes, just like that.” He was touching me in places no man had ever done.

He mounded up some pillows then pushed me down on them. “Here, how’s this?”

“Perfect. Fuck me hard.”

“How hard?”

“As hard as you can.”

And he did. He drilled into me over and over as I yelled out my orgasm. “Ahhh, that’s so goooood.”

He kept going. “I love going bare with you, baby. You’re the only woman I’ve done this with.”

“Oh, yesss.”

“Molly, use your hand. I’m close and I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I come. I want you to take all of me.”

I did as he asked and brought myself to another climax. He came when I did, shouting my name.

About that time, my phone rang. My purse, which had been on my shoulder, was on the bed with us and my phone had fallen out of the front pocket. I grabbed it to shut it off, but then I saw who was calling. “Shit, it’s Chloe.”

“Don’t worry, just let it go to voicemail.”

“Yeah, I will.”

But then a text came through right after and it too was from Chloe.

Damn, girl, who are you doing tonight? He sure must be something from the sounds of it. Haha. Thanks for the butt dial.

Eight

Hugh

Plans were taking shape. Mine in the form of Joe. He would be bringing Molly to me for a private lunch.

I’d tried to talk to Chloe. So far, she wouldn’t return my calls. My next option would be to see her in person. I had to get through morning meetings first so I could see Molly.

She was quickly becoming my obsession. Fucking her was better than anything known to man. I was addicted.

“Mr. Hampton.”

I glanced up and found my assistant. “Yes,” I said.

“You have a visitor.”

There wasn’t a meeting on my calendar. “Who is it?”

“He won’t say other than you’ll want to meet him.”

Ryan. “Send him in.”

She left and seconds later, sure enough, my cousin and competitor in the heir game strolled through the door like he owned the place. “You’re going soft, cousin,” he announced.

“Why are you here?”

“Why else? I’m on my way to producing the first heir and thought I should warn you.”

“How magnanimous of you.”

He waved me off. “Don’t act like I put us in this position. You were like a brother to me.”

“And yet here you are, throwing victory in my face.”

“No, I’m here to warn you about the woman you’re thinking of having a child with.”

My vision tunneled down to slits. “How would you know anything?”

“I have my sources.”

I could only think of one person who’d seen me with Molly and would know that information would be interesting to Ryan. “Claudia,” I said out loud.

“Not exactly. But let me tell you this. This woman you are fucking wouldn’t pass Grandfather’s background checks. I tell you this because no matter what, I don’t want to see you get burned.”