Sexy Billionaire Dom Series
Book #3: KISSED
I couldn't believe what I'd just done.
No- I hadn't done what I'd just done. I couldn't possibly have been that stupid. That totally irresponsible and impulsive. I was the Chief Financial Officer at Roman Enterprises at an age that was almost ridiculously young. I'd gotten to where I was by keeping my nose to the grindstone, and out of any funny business that might come along to trip me up in my steps along the way.
I mean, for God's sake. I'd just spent the entirety of the previous work day holed up in my office, doing everything in my power to avoid the man I'd climbed into bed with the night before- blissfully unaware that the same man just happened to be the son of my rich and powerful boss, who I was reasonably certain had a crush on me despite being at least double my age.
That whole damn day I'd spent trying to undo my one mistake, and right that ridiculous lapse in judgment the best that I could. Only to turn around the moment my guard was down and let that same bad mistake bend me over across the desk of my boss, his father, and fuck me totally silly.
In all honesty, what the hell was wrong with me?
I knew people in this office who'd gotten fired for far less than any of this. Good workers who'd been canned for sneaking home a box of paperclips. Just what the hell kind of a professional young woman breaks into her boss's office after closing time and lets his son go to town on him right there across his desk?
So no. No of course I hadn't done any of those things, because the Jayla I'd come to know over the years, the Jayla I'd cultivated so carefully my entire life, simply didn't do those kinds of things.
Business. Pleasure. Two very separate categories. So easy, right?
And yet, how could I deny what I knew to be the truth?
Maybe I could have denied it, if all I had to go by were the toppled remains of Mr. Caesar's desk strewn across the room. Or my scattered clothes lying tossed over the floor. Or my legs still ringing, or my ass still red with Dane's handprint, or the wet of our love still dripping down my thighs.
Given the choice, I know I still had it in me to compartmentalize all of those things. I could still shut the door in my mind, an close it all off. Pretend like none of it had ever even happened.
But there was no pretending as I looked into the beady black eye of the hidden camera. So carefully concealed against a far wall, hidden away on a bookshelf within thick stacks of books.
My legs shook as I made my way over toward it, and not from what Dane had just gotten through doing to me, as much as he might liked to have believed that was the case. But instead from the sheer terror I now felt coursing through my body. The certainty that I'd been found out. That every movement I'd just made with the CEO's son on top of me had been caught on film, available to be seen by whosoever might care to see it.
Who was I kidding, really? Who the hell else did I think would care to see it?
Dane was still panting across the room as he slid back into his underwear, and began buttoning his open dress shirt up over that rock hard body of his.
“What's wrong?” he asked, clearly aware of the change in my demeanor.
I didn't answer him. I slowly took the camera from Mr. Caesar's bookshelf, and turned it around in my hands to the back. A black monitor showed that it was still recording, and after a minute of fumbling with the device in my hands I found and clicked the stop button. Then I made the mistake of hitting play, and watched in horror as the entire lurid scene of the past half hour came racing back to me onscreen.
Me, stepping into the room. Starting at the realization that it was already occupied.
The stiffness of my body language as Dane tried to seduce me. Then what appeared to be the melting of every muscle and every bone in me as I fell into his arms, tasting those perfect lips.
My clothes being shed like a second skin.
My panties coming down, and my dark round ass pushing out as he bent me over the desk.
The boss's son mounting me.
The moans of pleasure flowing up from deep inside me, making me sound like some sort of goddamn animal.
It was so sexy, and I could already feel myself getting turned on by it even as the disgust and worry overwhelmed me.
“Damn, that's hot,” said a voice over my shoulder, causing me to start with alarm. I looked over to see Dane watching the video behind me, his wide eyes locked intently on the screen of the camera.
I watched him watching us for a moment. I thought of how gratifying it must be for him to watch his hard, wide body pushing down against me, making me so desperate for him with every move he made.
I took in a deep swallow of air, feeling like the floor might suddenly give out from under me at any moment.
“Did you do this?” I asked him. I knew, even as I asked him, that he hadn't. I don't even know how I would have responded if he had. Honestly, I think I would have been so relieved at that point that I would have forgiven him in a heartbeat. But there really wasn't any way I could hope to be so lucky.
“Do what?” he asked innocently. “Screw you? I mean yeah, it definitely looks like me on the screen,” he said. As if to emphasize his point for him, the me in the video let out an embarrassingly loud moan at just that moment.
I slapped him in the chest.
“Ow!” he winced.
“You know I mean, you idiot... Did you hide this fucking camera here?”
My patience was growing thin. My language was harsh, but only because I was so afraid, so positive that my life had just drawn to its abrupt conclusion.
“Wait, you're serious?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “Damn, I thought you set it up...”
“What?!” I asked, shaking my head. “How- you were the one in here waiting for me when I showed up! How would I even-”
“Huh,” he said, considering this. “That's kind of weird, don't you think?”
“Oh God... We need to get rid of this...”
I started clicking around through the camera menu, determined that there must be some way, any way for me to delete the carnal horror of what I saw onscreen.
“Aw, you don't want a memento of our fun times together?” he asked, clearly taking this no way near as seriously as she was.
“No I don't!” I snapped. “As far as I'm concerned these fun times together should never have happened!”
“Awww,” he teased. “If I didn't know any better, I would say someone's just a little bit afraid of being caught with their pants down...”
I was in such a state of unholy terror just then that the sensual gliding of his hands over my thighs, pulling me back into himself, was about the last thing in the world I really wanted to feel. I swatted an irritable hand back at him, aiming for his balls, and he kicked his leg back out of the way, annoyed at my efforts.
“What the hell?” he asked, and I think it must have finally sank in for him how much I was freaking out about this right now. “Here, give me that...”
I fought with him for control over the camera, and he managed with considerable effort to pry it from my grip at last.
“Damn it, give it back!” I cursed him. I thought he was just taking it so he could keep on watching us fuck, and it was starting to get my ire up like you wouldn't believe.
I have no idea what had changed in him to make finally start taking this seriously, but I soon realized that he was actually listening to my protestations. A few clicks, and the video got to the point where he finally took his final thrust inside me, and began to cum hard inside my body. Just as I began to scream the video disappeared, and the screen went totally black again.
“There. It's done,” he said.
I blinked at him, disbelieving. Surely he couldn't be telling the truth right now, could he?
“Wait- what?” I asked. I took the camera back from him and tried to scroll through whatever other videos might be on it. There didn't seem to be any. Seeing this I then tilted the camera up and tried to look for a memory card slot, only to find, perhaps predictably enough, that there was none.
I couldn't decide whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“It's gone, okay?” said Dane, trying to reassure me. “That horrible, awful video of us having sex is no more.”
My mind raced. I should have been comforted by this fact, but it was like some sort of hydra-like monster- cut one head off, and two more grow back in its place. A million other worries seemed to suddenly cloud my judgment, and I felt as though I simply couldn't think straight.
“Oh God... What if it isn't? What if it's uploaded somewhere, like on the cloud, and there's no way for us to even know about it?”
“The wh- the cloud? Damn, you are paranoid, aren't you?”
“I'm serious!” I shouted.
“I know you are!” he fake shouted back. “Honestly that's what freakin' scares me...”
“Plus, what if this isn't even the only one? What if he's spying on me?”
“What if who's spying on you?” he asked.
“Alaric! Your dad!”
“What if my dad is spying on you? In his office?”
“Look, I don't know, okay! Someone obviously put it there, and someone obviously caught us screwing on camera!”
“Yes,” he said patiently. “And someone just deleted the video. Namely, me.”
“You aren't listening!” I said, growing more and more frustrated with every sentence that passed.
“Look, I know you just got through explaining to me how you're the only one in the world who's ever had to work for anything in her life. And that I'm just some rich spoiled brat that doesn't understand a damn thing about anything. But I really think you're making way too big a deal about this. Just try to calm down, okay? Please?
I bit my lip, and tapped my foot, growing more and more nervous with every second that passed.
Finally I turned back to him, resolved to a decision.
“You need to find out who put this here,” I told him.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“You need to find out if your dad put this camera in his office to spy on us somehow. You need to find out what he's seen, and what he knows about what we just did. And if it's not him you need to find out who it was.”
“I'm sorry, but I don't need to do anything, sweetheart. I don't know who you think you're talking to.”
“I think,” I snapped, “that your dad put me in charge of you until you take over as vice president. And that means I have authority over you.”
Dane just grinned at me. “Well,” he said, “as much as I like the idea of being underneath you, I'm not sure whether snooping into my father's business after we broke in and fornicated in his office is really what he had in mind when it came to my responsibilities...”
I narrowed my eyes at him, having had it up to my neck with his bullshit.
“Well then,” I said, swiping my clothes up from the office floor, “if you aren't going to bother finding out what's going on, I have every intention of figuring it out for myself.”
I could tell that he was savoring the view of me sliding back into my clothes, if not as much as he'd like watching them come off of me. And it might have made me even angrier at him if it didn't turn me on as bad as it currently was.
“I guess this means no round two, then?” he asked, and I shot him a dirty look.
“Goodnight,” I said tersely, and pushed my way through the door of his father's office.
:::
I came in early the next morning after a night of interminable sleeplessness. The last person out of the building next to Dane, I was the first one back in again next to the custodial workers. I hurried into my office the moment I was in, the thought occurring to me that there was a very real chance my own office might be bugged at that point.
Was I being realistic, I wondered, or simply paranoid? I'll let you be the judge of that. But you try getting your bare behind plowed on camera without your knowledge or consent, and see whether you don't start wondering who else might be trying to sneak a peek at you, and where.
I dug through my file cabinets, thoroughly swept every corner and crevice of my room. Hell, I even took all of my photos from their frames, like there was actually some chance there might be cameras hidden away in them as well.
But no, thank God. It was just my craziness getting the better of me.
Still, though, I was certain that I must be missing something. That somewhere, hidden away in some far reach of this office, someone, probably my boss, was still attempting to spy on me. I just hadn't been smart enough to figure out where just yet...
Once my sweep of the vicinity was completed to my dissatisfaction, I leaned back in my office chair and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a deep breath. I was just going to have to confront Alaric as I'd planned, though it wasn't something I felt I could just barge right in and talk with him about first thing in the morning.
And so I sat in my office, trying to kill time until the moment was right. I scrolled through my e-mail. I tried to open up the documents Mr. Caesar had forwarded to me, and pick up where I'd left off the previous evening before his son bent me over and screwed me. But my eyes kept blurring across the page, slipping and swerving over a million different thoughts. It occurred to me that, on top of everything I had on my mind, I really hadn't got even half a full night's sleep over the past forty eight plus hours, so it was surprised that I could still function at all.
I got a coffee from the break room, and after a period of time that seemed to proceed both too slowly and too quickly, the clock rolled around to half past ten. A long enough period, I decided, to wait to go in and talk to Mr. Caesar about the possibility of him spying on me.
I took a deep breath, steeling my nerve, and marched down the hall to his office. I knocked softly- so softly that I had some plausible deniability to turn around and run if he took too long to answer, or I ended up changing my mind.
“Come in,” he said, almost right away.
Damn it, I thought, and pushed open the door.
He was at his desk when I walked in. A pair of reading glasses perched near the tip of his nose, making him look older than the youthful sexagenarian often appeared.
“Oh, Jayla it's you,” he said, smiling a little too warmly at me. He held up the sheet in his hand, and added, “I was just looking through the work you left on my desk last night. You seem like you're making some progress in getting to the bottom of all this. Great work as always.”
My face went hot, for no particular reason that I could tell.
“That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said, feeling jittery. “I mean, not exactly, but... Well... Could I please sit down?”
I had the sensation that I might fall over on the spot if I didn't plant myself down soon.
“Of course,” he said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “What's on your mind?” he asked, after I'd spent several uncomfortable seconds adjusting myself in my seat.
But what was on my mind wasn't there anymore. I was shocked, my mouth falling open, to see that the bookshelf behind him was now absent the hidden camera that had been there the night before, even though Dane and I had put it back where we found it as soon as we erased the footage of us having sex from the hard drive.
I blinked in astonishment, then cleared my throat.
“Well,” I said, feeling as though I was stepping out onto a tight rope. “I was working late, trying to figure things out with all of this, and...”
“Yes,” he said, “and again, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your efforts.”
“And I found a camera,” I blurted out, feeling ridiculous almost the instant the words passed from my lips. Mr. Caesar stared at me, grinning slightly, one eyebrow raised.
“Did you?” he asked.
“It was right here, in your office,” I said. “And well... I don't know, it's pretty ridiculous. But it's just gotten me wondering... Were you spying on me, or something?”
“In my office?” he repeated, and it kept seeming dumber and dumber the more I thought about it. Then again, that look on his face, and the glint in his eye, kind of made me wonder whether it was as ridiculous as I told myself it was.
I hesitated, my mouth kind of hovering over the words. I took a swallow of air, but it was too painful to try and get down.
“I guess it does seem a little bit crazy, doesn't it?...”
He laughed. “No,” he said calmly. “Not crazy. But why would I be spying on you, Jayla? In my office, no less. And what would you really have to worry about, anyway? Unless, of course you were doing something in here you really weren't supposed to be. And I know that couldn't possibly be the case, now could it?”
Holly hell! Did he just wink at me? I swear to God I thought I just saw him wink at me!
I was speechless. With that single question, he'd all but confirmed it for me that he had in spying on me, yet there was no possible way I could call him out of it. Had he seen the video? Had he manage to get to it before Dane and I had a chance to delete it?
I just kind of sat there, gaping at him. Then I slowly sat back in my chair, feeling defeated, and shook my head as I stared out into space.
“No,” I said, my voice cold and robotic.. “No, of course not. I was just leaving those papers on your desk, that's all. It was a late night. I guess I just saw the camera and started to overthink things.”
He nodded his head slowly, like I'd given him the right answer.
“And I don't see any cameras in here, do you?” he asked.
I shook myself. “No. No cameras.”
“Well then. I think it would be best if we forget about all of this, hm?”
“Of course.”
“You've done such a fine job on this project so far, but there's still so much more to go. Why don't you head back to your office and get back at it, hm? The sooner we get this solved, the sooner I can let you try your hand at my son, and see how things go between the two of you.”
“Of course, sir. Of course.”
I was too exhausted to even try and call him out on this one.
:::
And so I spent the rest of my day in my office, again. I didn't see a sign of Dane or his father for the next six hours or so, though I had the recurring suspicion, bordering on certainty, that at least one of them still had their eye on me.
I stayed a little bit late again, though just enough to make sure I didn't run into anyone as I left the office for then night. Of course, given how my luck had been lately, it was very little surprise when that mission turned out to be an abject failure.
Walking through the parking garage, I'd just pulled out my keys when Dane materialized, practically out of nowhere, nearly making me drop my bag and everything in it onto the concrete.
“Hello there, bella,” he said, giving me one of those grins of his that I'd learned better than to try and resist. All the same, I did my best to ignore it.
“Hey,” I said coldly. “Dane we not do this right now? I really need to get home and get some sleep.”
“That depends,” he said. “What does this entail?”
I couldn't help but grin back at him. “Whatever you had in mind,” I said, my tone softening, and instantly I knew that was a mistake.
He reached out to me, gently enough, and I couldn't bring myself to pull away. He roped my body up into himself, leaving a few respectable inches between us, and I felt my resistance to him quickly diminishing. Maybe I was letting my defenses fall a little bit too far down, but the way things had been going lately, I felt like a woman with little left to lose.
“I think you know what I had in mind,” he said, his breath so warm against my skin as he spoke. It made me tremble in his arms, and I knew I couldn't stop myself as he leaned in, and pressed his lips against my own.
He tasted so perfect.
Our mouths slid and melted along one another, and it felt so wrong, but so perfect. It was exactly what I needed after everything I'd been through these past twenty-four hours- even if so much of it had been caused directly by him.
Sweat rolled gently along my back, trickling against my spine, and I moaned as I brought my face away from him, my chest heaving, my eyes wide.
“So none of that?” he asked, and I laughed.
“Don't you think we've learned our lesson by now?” I asked in a soft voice, really only pretending to put up a fight at this point. I obviously knew that he hadn't.
“Babe, there's one thing you should really know about me. I never learn my lesson...”
He lunged for my throat and kissed so deeply. I sighed, and shivered, and pressed myself in close. I let my hand dance over his chest, savoring the beating of his heart against my palm. Deep down I didn't ever want this to stop.
“I want to do you so bad,” he whispered in my ear, and I could tell from his hardness up against me that he was telling the truth. “I've wanted it all day...”
“God,” I sighed, and shook my head in spite of my dizzy it made me feel just to think about it. “I'm not risking this again...” I made myself say. “I'm not going to take the chance of getting caught like we did last night.”
“We didn't get caught,” he whispered, and he began rubbing his hands along my breasts through my blouse, squeezing them with his hands. “And we won't...”
“You're so sure of yourself,” I whispered back, and I gasped at the radiant plunge of sensations in my nipples before I could manage to continue. “What, do you plan on taking me back to your little love nest again?” I said it so derisively for some reason, but the idea wasn't at all an unpleasant one for me in that moment.
“Actually,” he said, “I've got something else in mind...”
He took me by the hand, and led me across the garage to one of the only cars there. A gorgeous Mercedes with tinted black windows- just the right amount of darkness, I thought, for exactly what he had in mind...
“Ohhh, no,” I protested. “No. This isn't happening, do you understand me? I've indulged you up until now, but this is where I draw the line. I'm not screwing you in the parking garage of the office where we work together. It ain't gonna happen.”
But moments later, the door slammed, and before I knew it I was screwing him in the parking garage of the office where we worked together.
He peeled out of his shirt, and wriggled me out of my clothes, kissing me all over, so hot and so wet as my heart raced inside my chest.
“I got so turned on earlier,” he whispered to me, his voice laced with desperation. “About what you said... About being underneath you... It got me so damn hard for you...”
“Did it?” I gasped, shaking at his touch against my bare stomach. He had me down to my bra and panties, and I knew we were beyond the point of no return. I was so hot for him at that moment, and so wet, I wouldn't have dared try to stop myself even if I thought I could.
“Yeah... I think you might've liked it a little bit too...”
I let him take control of me from that point onward. I let him slide me out my panties, and pull my body around with those powerful arms of his. I let him shift me into position I would never have been bold enough to suggest on my own.
He laid down across the back seat, his hard cock straining through the tightness of his dress pants. He opened up his mouth and guided me up over it, and pulled my open legs down onto himself. His tongue slid up inside me, and I knew it was all downhill from here.
First I tried bracing myself against the seats. Then I lifted both of my arms up over my head and pressed them up against the ceiling. Finally I tilted my body back and rested my palms against his chiseled body for support, my fingers gripping him impossibly tight as my pelvis slid across his face.
I'd never even tried doing something like this before- I never would have even suggested to another partner for fear of emasculating him. But he seemed to love being smothered by me. My thighs crushing the sides of his face. His tongue lashing and rolling so deep inside my pussy as I writhed and twitched on top of him.
I loved it too, obviously.
I moaned, and shrieked, and my ass tightened. He flicked and dashed along every inch of my lips, and pushed himself up in, and working my clit with his middle finger, getting it super hard and super sensitive as I rode him.
My enthusiasm kept on growing and growing, and before long I was throwing my whole weight up against him. Riding that perfect face like there was no tomorrow, unable to get enough of him, no matter how much I tried.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I shrieked, the pleasure causing my muscles to tense unbearable around him. My knees pushed in tighter and tighter around his face, and I flung my hands up against my breasts as the sensations rose to a crescendo. Then, at the vital moment, he reached up and grabbed my ass, pulling me down tight against his face like he couldn't possibly get enough.
And it was that need, that total desperation, that finally did it for me.
I spilled over the edge. The pleasure surged, and burst, and raced through my entire body. I screamed so loud it made my own ears ring- far too loud for someone who seemed as afraid of alerting anyone outside as to her activities as I had been.
I held, and held, and shivered, and begged him not to stop. Then finally the tension broke, and I felt myself drifting back down again. My chest heaved, and my eyes stared wide into space, and my muscles twitched around him.
His lips continued to slide along my still trembling pussy, and I knew he wasn't finished with me just yet...
I lifted my leg up and let him out from under me, and he smiled, licking his lips as he sat back down in the seat again. “That just made me hungry for more,” he said.
He pulled me onto his lap and I tasted myself on his mouth, so sweet and so delicate, loving every drop of myself as it passed between our lips. He curled his fingers into my ass as I ground up against him through his pants, loving the hot frustration of his growing cock against me with every moment that passed.
He reached down and managed to unzip his pants, and undo the button with considerable effort. I pulled them down from his waist for him, and pulled that hard, delectable cock for him out into the open.
He didn't even have to tell me what he wanted from me. I knew exactly what it was, and I was aching to give it to him in that moment.
I angled his cock up in my hand, getting it as vertical as I could as I opened my legs up around him. Then I drew my body down, and slid him up into me. I cried out as he pushed inside the tight wet lips, spreading them so beautifully apart. He filled me up so thoroughly, and I engulfed him so fully. Every inch of him was like a gift as it filled me, but the most perfect gift of all was the radiant bloom of him slamming down against my g-spot, sending sparks of sensation through my entire body.
“Oh, fuck!” I shrieked, and he leaned in and kissed my left nipple, like the perfect little cherry on top of this already maddening intensity.
I sat astride him like that, my thighs open around his rock hard body, and for a long time that was all that I could manage. But then I felt his hands on my waist, his fingers curling into my ass, beginning to guide me. He drew me forward, and pushed me back again. He pulled me down, and back up, and around and around in a rhythmic motion, like the steady churn of a carousel.
I quickly took over for myself. Grinding my body up against him. Gyrating my hips. Undulating my slender body against his solid musculature. My hands slid through his hair, and my fingers cascaded along his chest like rain. I still couldn't settle on what I should grab onto, and so I just kept touching all over him, wanting as much of the man beneath me as I could possibly get.
In no time at all the car was rocking around us. We were like too teenagers getting it on in the back seat of his car, I knew, and that made me want it even worse. I leapt up and down on him, loving how deep he shoved up into me every time I came down, and aware of how much he enjoyed the wild bouncing of my breasts in his face.
Before long he had my ass in his hands, squeezing me so hard, throwing me down onto him as he shoved his body up into me from beneath. God I loved that hard clapping, that vigorous pummeling as he slammed every inch of himself into me. I loved the shaking of the car around us, and the rising pitch of my screams, and the way the world wouldn't stop spinning as he fucked me to unbearable heights of ecstasy.
Finally he slammed me down onto himself, and it was clear that we'd both crossed the point of no return.
Dane roared, and I felt the geyser of his hot ejaculate pumping up into me, filling my body so deep. It rushed into my deepest chasms, and spilled back from my flesh in its hot abundance, making my heart race, and my bones ache, and finally driving me back up to the heights of orgasm.
I reached out to grab him, and held him against me as I came. I never wanted to let him go. Never wanted to let him pull away again, and take back this abundance of pleasure he'd awakened so expertly inside me.
I held him until I felt the last woozy rush of his love shimmering through me. Then I let out a meager gasp, and practically melted away from him, down onto the seat of his Mercedes beside him.
We both lay there, panting, our hearts still racing after all we'd just done. My mind was blank for several long minutes, and I don't think I would have been prepared for what happened next even if it hadn't been.
“I want more from you,” he said abruptly, without any kind of warning.
I blinked and looked over at him, raising a single eyebrow.
“God, how much more can a woman give you than what I have?” I asked, thinking he meant something physical.
“No,” he said, smiling gently at me, and shaking his head. He reached out, and pushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “I think I'm falling in love with you, Jayla. I know it's only been a couple of days, but I'm almost sure of it. I want you, all the time. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”
I must have just looked at him, like a deer in headlights. My eyes wide. My mouth open.
Me? And him? This spoiled rich playboy who'd taken my job, and who'd been screwing my lights out for me almost ever since?
What the hell could I say to this? Yes? No? I'll think about it?
As I sat there beside him in the confused haze of the afterglow, I realized I didn't even have a clue what in God's name my answer might be...
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