My Pet (A Dirty Boss Romance 1)

“Fuck, are you turned on while sucking on my cock?” he asks as he yanks my head back.

“Yes,” I pant, dribble on my lips as I pull off the tip.

“Climb up and ride me. I want that tight, soaked snatch impaled on my thick motherfucking cock.” He lifts me before I can help myself, sucking my freed breast into his mouth on the way. “Sorry, that baby was in my face,” he says as he adjusts me on his lap. I straddle him and move my panties to the side as he guides the tip to my entrance. “Slide down and work my pole.”

“Fuck, it’s so big.”

“It’s your doing. It’s all for you, my pet. Ride me and fucking take my seed.” He cups the back of my head under my hair and brings my face to his, kissing me hard. “Ride.” I bounce on him, taking his length in short, fast movements as I get closer and closer to coming. My heart’s pounding out of my chest as I cry out my orgasm and feel his cum shoot into my depths.

Then I feel the jolt of the vehicle coming to a stop. “Sir, we’re up.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“Cover your tits.” I’m already doing it as he says it. He pulls me off him long enough to zip himself, but that’s it. I’m back on his lap and we’re sitting by the door when he lowers the window and the officiant is there to get our information and have the ceremony begin. I’m flush and sweaty from being thoroughly fucked and I’m sure he can smell the fact that we just had sex, but he politely smiles and does his thing.

By the time he pronounces us husband and wife, he adds, “Don’t fret, my dear. You would not be the first couple caught up in passion by the time you reached the drive-up window.”

“Thank you.”

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Shaw.” The man gives us the final documents that are signed by their notary and we drive back to the hotel.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” I sigh before a sleepy yawn comes from me.

“Neither can I.”

****

It’s so freaking early when I wake up with a heavy ring on my finger.

Jack and I are married.

Blaming the alcohol is pointless because I know it’s not the truth and it’s what I wanted. I look over to where he’s sleeping after our night together. It’s only seven in the morning, but I need some air and time to think. I forced him to react; will he feel trapped when he learns there’s no one else? Has he figured out that I lied about the boyfriend?

I shoot Val a text even though I know she’s probably still sleeping. She has a big day tomorrow for her new job. She’s probably going to want to know how my night went, so I send her a quick text that I’ll try to call later because I don’t have time to explain that I married him. She’s going to be pissed when she finds out that she missed the wedding. Although, I’m glad no one else saw it. I blush, thinking about getting caught up so much that I didn’t feel the car move up in the line.

We need to talk tonight. Miss you.

I need some coffee, so I get dressed because I don’t want to order up room service in case Jack has plans. I’ll just run down to the café and come back. Grabbing my wallet out of my purse, I leave the room and head downstairs.

Goodness, the line is long this morning. “You’re up early this morning. You must have had an early night,” Mr. Wilbanks says with a smirk.

“Actually, I didn’t, but I’m not sure that matters. I hope you rested up. It’s going to be a busy conference tomorrow.”

“I am. Although, my son was serious about his offer. If you still want to join us for breakfast, we’d love to have you over at our table.”

“Thank you, but Jack wouldn’t like that.”

“He’s only your boss. I get that he’s a bit of a caveman, but we all know he was out with that other woman last night. The one in the red dress.”

“Miss Rice?”

“Yes, I saw them leaving personally last night.”

“Do me a favor and shut your filthy mouth. I don’t know what deal you had with Jack, but I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen. You have to be a fool to think that he’d leave our bed last night to run off with her.”

“You’re a fool to think a man like him would be faithful to a simple assistant. He’s going to just fire you like the rest of his assistants.”

“Don’t try that with me. It’s not going to work.”

“What’s that?” He gestures toward my hand.

“Oh, this?” I wave my hand in his face. “These? My wedding rings. Jack and I got married last night, so I know damn well he wasn’t with anyone else. Now leave me alone. Great. The line is longer.” I storm out of the hotel, deciding to find another place to get a coffee and get away from this jerk.