The Boss Deal

“I’d never want to miss out on the fun.” Holding my knees, he places his tip at my entrance. Lifting his eyes to mine, his lids hood as he rests his hands on either side of my head. With one hard thrust, his dick slips inside my pussy.

Stilling above me, he holds himself there, hovering just above my chest. My nipples are hard, softly brushing against his skin.

Slow and methodically, he pulls his cock back, just to the ridge on his crown. My pussy clenches around him, refusing to let him go. His green eyes flicker, and the corner of his mouth twitches into a light smile as he feels my body’s claim on him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let you go hungry,” he says, whispering the words against my mouth before kissing me. His tongue wraps mine and he moans into my mouth.

Driving his hips forward, his cock fills me, going so deep I feel him in my lower belly. My hands rake down his back, tracing and feeling every dip and curve.

Our bodies slip easily over each other, sweat pooling in the center of my chest as he fucks me without resistance. My body is full, stretched to its limits as he pounds my pussy like it’s a drug he’s craving.

Over and over, his hips drive in hard. I can feel the tingle again, it spreads easily, seeping down my legs and up my stomach. My stomach muscles clench, causing me to scratch wild nails down his back.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming again. Fuck, holy fuck,” I say, lifting my mouth to his shoulder and biting down hard.

I’m on a cliff, arms out, taking a leap of faith as the sensation explodes throughout, drawing out one long groan.

He thrusts hard, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. I feel his moan first as his breath warms my skin. His cock jerks, pulsing inside my body as it fills the condom with hot cum.

Dropping to my side, he grunts softly. “Holy shit, I’m going to be honest, I didn’t expect it to be this good.”

“That makes two of us,” I say with a chuckle.

We’re both breathing heavy, and it feels like I can’t catch my breath. Resting a hand on my chest, I swallow hard, and breathe in through my nose slowly.

He slips his hand under my head and rolls me into his side. There are no more words between us, just a satisfied silence.

Tracing the lines of the fish on his side, I watch as his eyes fall heavy. It looks like he’s having trouble holding them open. They open and close, fluttering gently, then closing, only to open half again.

And just like that, he’s out.

Typical guy. One good fuck and he’s out like a light.

I watch him for a few more minutes, then slip out from under his arm. He makes a throaty noise, grabbing the blanket and rolling away to his other side.

With delicate feet, I get dressed, but keep my heels off. Looking around the room, there’s a notepad by the phone with the hotel logo on it.

Reaching in my purse, I pull out a pen and scribble on the pad.

Thanks for a night of wild fun I’ll always remember.

—Little Vixen

Painting my lips in pink lipstick, I kiss the paper, leaving the perfect mark.

And just like that I’m gone. A nameless woman in his memories.

It’s the perfect night of reckless sex and sinful desire.

Now it’s over. Time to go back to reality.

2

Misty

My fucking head. What the hell was I thinking last night?

Rubbing my temples, I wait at the counter for my coffee. The girl smiles, passing it to me, and I half smile with a grunt.

I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck—no, a freight train.

The girl’s mouth goes slack as she hands me my change. It’s not her fault, and I know it, but I feel like shit. I’m not in the smiling mood.

Dropping the change into her tip cup, I flip the sunglasses down to cover my eyes and shove the door open. The street is busy, people are moving in both directions, like ants in the dirt.

The sun is bright as hell today, so bright I’m still squinting behind the dark lenses. My head starts to throb harder, forcing me to look at the ground as I walk.

It was a bad idea to get that drunk last night.

I’m on my way to Vanessa’s bakery for the first official meet and greet with the investor. This is not how I want to make a first impression: half awake, with a headache that’s ripping my brain in half, and my stomach queasy. It feels like I could throw up, my stomach is clenching and twisting, so I sip my coffee with the hope it soothes something. Anything.

After a short walk, I pull the doors open and see Vanessa behind the counter.