My 3 Rockstar Bosses

And silently, I sit down as Charlie pulls his easel over. I hope I’ve made the right decision because I know my man. Howard Bates is a possessive male and if he finds out that I’ve said nothing to him about being in close quarters with my ex, he’ll go berserk.

CHAPTER 10

HOWIE

“That’s it baby.”

I’m sitting back on my private jet while my princess sucks the tip of my cock. She’s hungrier for my rod than I’ve ever seen her before. God. Look at how she goes to town on that shaft! She’s gotten so good at opening her throat and can take in the whole thing in one gulp now. Plus, the girl is absolutely gorgeous. She’s wearing a yellow skirt and tank top set I got her from a designer friend. Her juicy tits swing against my shins as she wraps her red lips around my massive rod. Next she slips the shaft out of her throat and begins to slurp my balls. She lodges an entire ball in her mouth and looks up at me with those big puppy brown eyes. God she’s so fucking hot, but suddenly, I hear footsteps.

“Baby, the co-pilot’s coming over,” I whisper hurriedly. I bring her up to sit next to me against the window, stuffing myself into my pants. The Atlantic Ocean passes under us as the co-pilot walks by. He’s an old man. I can see him looking down my Lacy’s shirt. He eyes the smeared red lipstick on her cheek, as I quickly wipe it away.

As soon as he’s past, I thrust my hand between her legs and feel the supple smoothness of her thigh. She leans back in the seat and surrenders to my prodding. I feel the fabric of her soft panties. I don’t know. Everything feels more decadent from five miles up in the air.

“How was the sketch session, darling?” I ask her. “Did you like the artist?”

She has her eyes closed as she responds.

“Oh, he’s strange,” she says in a breathy voice. “Just a weird guy.”

But I’m not listening because the co-pilot’s done with the bathroom and is heading back to the cockpit. Perfect. We can get back to business, and I’m about to push her down towards my cock again when Lacy speaks.

“The artist doesn’t talk much. He said nothing to me, actually. Just drew me. Edwin said he found him from the Veteran’s Artist Collective.”

I nod. That’s a good cause. I guess I have nothing to be worried about because once upon a time, the artist was a soldier. We have that in common at least, and I know military men are honorable. So I relax.

“Nobody you’d be attracted to?” I ask playfully.

“Howie! No, of course not. I’m all yours. I’m all wet for you, can’t you tell?”

And I can. I slip my fingers over the side of her panties and sink them into her tight pussy hole. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed. That’s right. Her cunt is mine. No one else can give her what I give her. Not with these feelings plundering my soul. Because I’m going to tell Lacy that I love her tonight as we bask in the glow of the Tuscan sun.

CHAPTER 11

LACY

I can’t believe it. I want to call Aunt Margaret right now because Howie’s Italian villa is straight out of the movies. I can see the ocean and a number of beautiful olive groves. The sunlight is warm on my back, bathing my skin in well-being.

Reveling in the luxury, I forget about the session with the artist. I hate to think of Charlie being back in my life. There is nothing I want from him, especially not when I have my Howie to protect and comfort me. Because my man is so sweet. An absolute giver. I know he’s with Albie’s cousin, Oberta, helping to cook our dinner right now. This means I’m free to wander the grounds.

I leave the terrace of the villa and enter the lush fields. My dress billows at my kneecaps as I run toward the sea. I’ve never been in a more beautiful place! I’m running and I skip past the well. Wow. That takes me back. When I was young, my family had a well where our water was from. I don’t know if Howie even understands how hard things were at home growing up, given his lavish lifestyle. But

my parents are good people. They’re very nice. My dad was a school bus driver and my mom was the school nurse. Times were hard in my family, but they always wanted the best for me and I never felt like I was missing anything.

I still remember the way my mom cried when I left with Charlie to live in New Jersey.

“Our little girl is growing up,” she wailed. I wanted to cry too. I wanted so bad to believe that Charlie was going to be mine and that he was going to take care of me and show that he loved me. After all, Charlie was more than a decade my senior, the same age as Howie. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they served at the same time! The coincidence is all too much.

Someday I’m going to take Howie to meet my parents. He’ll sit with my parents at the dinner table and eat my mom’s meatloaf. We’ll drink water from glasses and that water will be from our well. I will never forget where I’ve come from, no matter how glamorous my life becomes with the billionaire.

Before I know it, I’m at an old barn. There are bales of hay everywhere, and I lay down on one, just for a moment. I need a nap. I nestle up with the hay and breathe in the beautiful scent of nature, sleep overtaking my form. Next thing I know, there’s a strong arm reaching around my waist. It’s that special, comforting arm. I twine my fingers into his hands. He lays kisses on my neck.

“Lacy, sweetheart,” Howie whispers in my ear. He turns me to face his beautiful eyes and mouth. His delicious dark hair falls around his crystal blue eyes. His strong hands remind me of the farmers that must have been here before us.

“Lacy, I want to make love to you.”

He could have said nothing more magical. I wrap my arms around him and he pulls me close to his chest. He loosens my skirt and opens his belt. This time, when he plunges his monster cock into my wet cunt, I feel like I’m about to die from pleasure.

“Howie! Ah, right there!”