Bought by the Boss

I’m slumped on him, my head resting on his shoulder. His hands stroke my back, waiting me out to recover, my inner muscles squeezing his dick. When I finally lift my head, he’s grinning. “I like the way you come,” he says.

I laugh softly, embracing the orgasmic glow. “How do I come?”

“Without restraint.” He thrusts his hand into my hair and growls, “In fact, I like it so much I want to see it again.” His fingers only tighten in my hair when he rises. Then I find myself kneeling on the chair, my hands gripping the back of the seat. He’s got my head angled back, arching my back and his firm slap on my bum causes an unexpected shiver. I moan, somehow needing more of that intensity when I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance seconds before he’s back inside of me.

There’s no misunderstanding who’s in charge.

His pelvis slaps against my ass, and as his hand swats my warm bum, I moan into the pleasure he’s offering. Another swat…and another…and another…and I’m shivering and gasping. Whether it be from the slight sting of the hits, the way he’s tugging on my hair, pinning me exactly where he wants me, or how he’s rough in the ways I’ve always wanted, my inner muscles are responding to his hard cock driving inside me.

I gasp when he tugs my head farther back and blankets my body with his.

“I like how I make this sexy body shake.”

My eyes roll back into my head when he thrusts harder. “Yes,” I rasp.

His fingers tighten in my hair, my neck straining and yet only building more raw pleasure. Another slap. “Treat my cock to a little squeeze, sweetheart.” I flex my inner muscles, and he gives a deep groan. “Yes. Fuck. Again.”

I do as I’m told; the pleasure building and building. His cock grows thicker inside me, soaring intensity into every molecule of my body. Another slap, and as his fingers burn across my flesh, everything inside of me breaks open, awakening in ways that change the very way I process pleasure. I sense myself shaking, quivering from the inside out, and hear my piercing scream that I don’t recognize. Then I’m exploding, mindless to anything but the pure satisfaction ripping through me.

This time, he crashes over the edge with me.

Chapter 4

Jackson

An hour later, under a clear blue sky and a hot sun, I place my paddle into the water, gliding the canoe forward. Mallory sits in the front of the

canoe, seemingly perfectly comfortable paddling along. That surprises me as much as what just happened between us, and I’m still playing catch-up.

A day ago, I had no indication I’d sleep with Mallory this weekend. That had never been in the plan. Even when I noticed chemistry between us earlier, I thought I could look the other way. Apparently, her naked and offering me whatever I want erased all my objections. The second I touched her, I couldn’t stop. Though now as I paddle along with the quiet between us, I’ve come to decide I don’t regret what happened back at the cabin.

There’s something about her. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.

On the next dip of my paddle, the canoe rocks slightly against the water and I’m impressed when Mallory uses her paddle to move through the motion, keeping the canoe steady. I’ve never brought a woman up to my cabin. This place has only belonged to me. Truth be told, I’ve never met a woman who fit this type of lifestyle. The women in my life have been those who would want a yacht, a king-size bed, and a five-star dinner. Roughing it to them would be staying at a three-star hotel.

Not Mallory. She’s different, that much is clear.

When we finally reach the other side of the lake, where the trees cast shadows on the water, blanketing us from the summer sun, I lift my paddle out of the water sliding it next to my leg. “Here’s a good spot.” I reach for my fishing rod, along with the Styrofoam container holding the dirt and worms, and hastily add one to my hook.

Up ahead of me, Mallory brings her paddle into the canoe then carefully turns in her seat, facing me. She reaches for the fishing rod I’d given her earlier. “Pass those worms up.”

Totally skeptical, I lean forward and hand her the container, sure she won’t add the worm herself. A second later, she proves me wrong, digging her bare fingers into the dirt, grabbing out a worm and attaching it to her hook. I shake my head and chuckle. “You are unlike any woman I’ve met before.”

She slowly looks at me, with a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and frowns. “I have no idea if that’s a dig at me or not, but I say good. I like being me, thank you very much.”

I guess I can understand why her mind went there. I’m sure Liam has her believing I’m the worst kind of man. “It wasn’t a dig, actually.” I take the worms back from her and add one to my hook. “I like that you’re a get-your-hands-dirty kind of girl.”

She gives a little shrug. “There’s a time and place to be all girly and fancy.” She leans over and dips her hand into the water, removing the dirt from her fingers. “Here is not that place.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more.” I mirror her move, cleaning my fingers before reaching for my rod again. “I take it you’ve done this before?”

She nods. “My father loves the outdoors.” She casts out her line with an audible whoosh. It’s a sound that always relaxes me. Once she reels the line in, keeping it tight, she continues. “Every summer we’d travel and camp at the national and state parks in Wisconsin.”

“Why Wisconsin?” I ask, casting out my line, not far from hers, the orange and white bobber sitting atop the quiet water.

“That’s where I’m from,” she explains.

I keep a steady eye on the bobber for any hint of a bite. “Did your entire family move to L.A. or just you?”