Possessive Boss

She stiffens, her body tight and tense, and slowly leans back on her elbows, her head thrown back.

“Oh my god,” she says.

I stand and lean over her. I press my fingers against her lips. “Clean yourself off me,” I command.

She does it. She sucks my fingers clean, licking every inch, sucking them thoroughly. When she’s done, she stares at me, mouth hanging open.

I grab her hair and kiss her. “You weren’t lying,” I say.

“I wasn’t.”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you? Right here, you want me to slide my thick cock between your legs, spank you, make you mine.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “It’s so dangerous. But I want it.”

“Then you’re mine.” I growl the words. “You hear me? If I’m going to believe you and give you want you want, then you’re all mine. Every inch of you is mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?”

“Oh, god,” she moans. “Yes, I understand.”

“Then say it.”

“I’m yours. Every inch of me.”

“Good girl.”

I kiss her softly then step away. I straighten my tie and run a hand through my hair.

“Get yourself together,” I say. “And go back to your desk. We’ll talk more later.”

She bites her lip and nods. She gets down off the desk, pulls her tights back up, and straightens herself up. When she’s done, she looks at me.

“How do I look?”

“You look like I could rip off that skirt again and take what I need.”

“So that’s good?”

I just nod. “That’s good.”

She smiles a little bit, her cheeks flushed.

I hit the button on my remote to unlock the door. She steps out and closes it behind her.

I sit back down at my desk and close my eyes.

Darin is working with the mob.

When she first said it, I thought she was insane. But then she asked… where did his money come from? And I have to admit, the question hit home.

I’ve wondered that my whole life. As far as I can tell, his father’s just any other normal lawyer. Takes on some clients, but not all that many.

I’ve always wondered how they had so much money.

Now I know. It’s so obvious. It always has been.

Darin’s family works with the mafia. And Darin’s working with them now.

If he’s using my company….

I close my eyes. I feel a shiver on my spine.

We’ve been friends for so long. We’ve been so close.

But if he’s using my company to launder money for the mafia, he’s fucking finished. That’s a betrayal beyond anything else.

I’m not fully convinced. Not yet, at least. I’m willing to give Val a chance to look into Darin, but if nothing comes up, I’m not going to let her tear my friend apart to find something to hurt him with.

I’ll help guide her investigation. And I’ll see what turns up. At least this way, I know what’s going on.

And all the while, I’ll take what I want from Val… and give her what she wants in return.

I smile a little bit.

It’s a good deal for both of us.

I just hope we don’t get lost in this together.7Val“How was your first week?”

Mr. Gauge’s voice is almost hard to hear. I cringe away from my phone a little bit.

“It was good,” I say.

“Wonderful. Settling in well?”

“I think so.”

“Do you have anything interesting to report?”

I hesitate, staring at the wall.

I have a lot to report.

Maybe I could tell him about going out to dinner with Jacob and kissing him.

Or maybe I can talk about how I almost invited him up to my room.

Or maybe I can tell him how I blew the whole investigation open by confessing what I’m actually up to and putting myself entirely at Jacob’s mercy.

Then again, I could just skip all that and talk about how Jacob gave me the best orgasm of my life.

But no, I don’t want to tell him any of that.

“Not really,” I say. “Most of it was just typical onboarding stuff. The company’s pretty legitimate.”

Mr. Gauge chuckles. “I have no doubt that it’s legitimate, Valerie. Jacob Lofthouse isn’t our concern, as you’re well aware. It’s his partner’s activity that we’re interested in.”

“I know that,” I say, letting a bit of edge into my voice. “Darin Ficino hasn’t been at the office at all. As far as I know, he doesn’t even work in the city.”

“We will see,” Mr. Gauge says. “I suspect he’ll be around soon. Has Jacob Lofthouse met with any interesting clients yet?”

“I have no clue,” I say and hate myself for lying. I don’t even know why I’m not being honest with him. “I’m not privy to that stuff yet.”

“Keep at it then. We’re counting on you, Valerie.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Very good.” He hangs up the phone.

I toss it onto the couch and throw back my head.

It’s Friday night and so far, the only thing I want to do is crawl into my bed and die.