Perfect Boss

“It was the least I could do. I’m so sorry that I left you alone. I never should have done that with Miranda stalking the room like a shark. I saw a video of the confrontation. She’s a liar and a manipulator. I’ve never had sex with her at one of these events. If anything, I go out of my way to avoid her for this very reason. She does whatever she can to make my life hell.”

He reaches for me, tentatively, like he’s afraid I might pull away from him. I don’t. I’m just so happy to hear him say those words. When he holds me, everything feels like it’s going to be okay.

“I’m sorry I put money and getting my shares back from Miranda above your feelings. I’ll never do that again. You will always come first.”

I lean back to look him in the eyes. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want to be with you, Ruby. I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you and I would give up my company and all my money before I’ll let you go.”

His eyes bore into mine and I know he’s telling me the truth.

“I love you, too,” I say, the words barely audible. My voice is rough from crying.

Marcus crushes his lips against mine, then lays me down on the bed, pushing himself against me. I arch back, loving how it feels.

His lips are warm and delicious. He kisses me with a fervor that is so much stronger than he’s ever kissed me before. Whenever I stop kissing him, he pulls me back in. We kiss until our lips are raw. He keeps his eyes open, watching my face as he undresses me.

He peels off my shirt and takes off my bra. I take off his pants and boxers, and we keep removing each other’s clothes until we’re both naked. As soon as his cock springs free from his boxers, I have my hands wrapped around it. He licks and sucks at my neck and breasts. A whimper passes between my lips as he flicks my hard nipple with my tongue. Then he takes the whole thing in his mouth, kneading and biting gently at the soft mound of flesh.

He seems to lose focus for a moment as I pay thorough attention to his cock. His breath quickens, then I slow down to keep him from coming too fast.

He lets out a low chuckle. “You’re amazing at that,” he says.

I give him a sly grin. “I’m amazing at a lot of things. We’ve barely just scratched the surface.”

He gives me a curious look. “I look forward to learning all your different talents throughout our lives together.”

“Our lives together…” I say, repeating the words. “I like the sound of that.”

He kisses my cheek, then my lips. “Me too.”

“I want you inside me,” I tell him.

“Anything you want.”

He gets himself into position. The head of his cock meets my slippery warm opening. I can feel the heat of him radiating through me.

As he pushes into me, my mouth parts and my breath shivers out. Once he’s all the way in, my muscles clench around him, and he lets out a feral growl. We fit together like a glove. He pulls out and pushes his way back in over and over until I’m clawing at the sheets.

“Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside of me.”

My dirty words fuel his fire. His lips turn up in a smirk, and he pushes harder. Each time he drives into me, I scream for him not to stop, and thankfully he doesn’t. The man has incredible stamina and powerful legs that allow him to thrust deep and hard.

I lift my legs, nearly folding myself in half. He’s able go deeper in this position. “Fuck, yes, right there. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“I love the way your tight pussy squeezes my cock,” he says, each word spoken with a thrust.

He fucks the breath from my lungs until I’m gasping for air. As my orgasm hurls toward me, my body starts to buck and shake. I’m holding my breath, making choking sounds as his breathing changes and quickens. My pussy clamps down so tight that he can no longer move and he’s trapped inside of me. He lets out a long moan as he unloads his seed into me.

When we’re done, we lay beside each other, our bodies useless and unmovable from exertion.

He stays inside of me, even after he’s gone limp, and I love that connected feeling between us. He’s warm and comforting. He feels like home.

8

The next day we head to the breakfast buffet for the business meeting between the shareholders. I hate that I have to be in the same room with Miranda again, and I hate that she was able to get under my skin. Marcus holds my hand as we enter the room. It’s a long table and there are plenty of other people there, so at least I don’t have to sit near her.

I do notice, however, that she continues to stare at me throughout the meeting. I try to take as many notes as possible, but it’s distracting. Marcus puts his hand on my knee for comfort, and it helps a little.

When Marcus stands to speak to the committee, he kisses the top of my head. Just at that moment I meet Miranda’s gaze and she looks stunned. I think she thought her shenanigans from last night would tear us apart. It almost worked, I’ll give her that. But it’s going to take more than lies to tear us apart. Now that I know he’s just as in love with me as I am with him, there’s no way I’m going to let anyone interfere with my happiness. I’ve lost too many people that I love. I won’t lose anyone else. Especially not to jealousy and petty games.

Once everyone has said their part, we get up to leave. We have a flight to catch and I’m eager to get back to the states and start my new life with Marcus as a couple.

Someone taps my shoulder as I’m leaving the room, and to my surprise, when I turn around to see who it is, Miranda is standing there. I’m poised to fight. If she thinks I’m going to let her tear my sweater again, she has another thing coming.

“That was an interesting meeting—” Miranda starts to say, but Marcus cuts her off before she can finish her sentence.

“You can keep the shares, Miranda. I don’t care anymore, but if you’re holding onto them thinking that you stand a chance with me, you should get that out of your head right now. Ruby and I are in love and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.”

My heart starts thundering in my chest. I want to kiss him right now, but instead I settle for holding his hand.

Miranda smirks at him, and at first I think she’s going to come back with something bitchy to say about it, how I’m nothing, how I’m trash. But instead she hands him an envelope.

Wary, Marcus opens it. Inside is a bill of sale for the shares. They’re signed over to Marcus.

“I didn’t believe you at first when you showed up with Ruby on your arm. I thought it was all just a game.” She gives him a knowing grin. “And I’m sure it was at first. But you never looked at me the way you look at her. I guess this is goodbye.”

She gives me a sad smile and leaves without saying anything else and without waiting for Marcus to reply.

I can’t believe that just happened. Marcus looks at me like he can’t believe it either.

On the plane I’m not nearly as nervous as I was the first time, but I’m still uneasy. Marcus’s fingers wrap around mine and I stare down at the ring.

“I should probably take this off now,” I say, and start to twist the ring off my finger. I bet it cost a fortune and I’m sure he’ll be wanting it back.

“No,” he says, covering my hand with his. “Keep it on. At least until I can get you a proper engagement ring—that is, if you’ll marry me.”

Giddy laughter bursts from my mouth and my eyes start to well up with tears. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

He kisses me and I can’

t remember a time in my life when I’ve been happier than I am right now.

THE END

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I straighten my skirt and shove to my feet, waving at the nurse behind the desk and wondering if she recognizes me by now. After all, it's my third time here at the clinic.

My stomach is a huge ball of nerves. My first two visits were easy—I just had to speak to the doctor about what I want. That much wasn't hard. I want a baby. Then I had to submit my employment history, proof of my capabilities to take care of said baby, not to mention being able to afford the steep price tag attached to this treatment. But again, that wasn't hard. I've had a hugely successful legal career, and I'm due for another promotion next quarter when my boss and mentor retires and names me as her successor. My life is completely on track in every way. By the time I'm forty, just twelve years from now, I should make partner at my firm. I'm living every dream I've ever had.

Except one.

I've been kind of busy, between killing it at work, keeping up with all my close friends, and enjoying my time off in ways I love—vacationing at the shore, going on hikes on the weekends–I haven't had a lot of time to date.

Okay, so I've had zero time for dating, actually. Ever since my first and only long-term relationship fell apart a few years ago. Well, more like blew up in my face. It’s left me hesitant to ever go through anything like that again.