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  Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-1-77233-318-3

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Karyn White

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  THE BOSS’S PET

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2015

  Chapter One

  “Tonight?” Christy Bell bit her lip while staring at her boss. He was so damned demanding and mean, yet sinfully good looking. Most of the time she didn’t know if she liked him or not as he could be the world’s biggest ass. The pay for being his personal assistant was the only reason she tried to hold her tongue. It didn’t always work though. Drake Brennan was a successful millionaire businessman with a fleet of companies to his name, and with a reputation of being a massive bastard.

  “Do you have something important to do tonight?” he asked.

  “Well, no—”

  “Then I don’t see a problem. You’ll be staying after work to help me with the Henderson contract, and that’s final. Now, I want my coffee.”

  Gritting her teeth, it took every ounce of restraint not to tell him to fuck this job and for him to go and fuck himself. Drake, for some strange reason, tried to annoy her. She just knew he got some sick, twisted sort of pleasure out of it. Instead, she smiled, turned, and left the office. She wondered if his lack of girlfriend was the reason he was always in a bad mood. For the last three years she’d been working alongside him, he’d had a new girlfriend every other week. He never stayed with one woman for too long in case the woman got too attached. Christy had spent a great deal of time at the jewelers’ picking out expensive necklaces, bracelets, or just ordering gift cards.

  But in the last six months he’d not had a single girlfriend visit or break up. Christy hadn’t seen any of the women working at the jewelry store because her visits hadn’t been needed. Did he need to get laid?

  He was a handsome man. There had to be a reason why he wasn’t with anyone right now.

  Entering the coffee room, Christy saw Sandra who worked on the floor below. She was a nice woman with three children, happily married.

  “Hello,” Christy said.

  “Our coffee machine is out, and I figured I’d rather come here than go down another floor.”

  “It’s okay. I’m not the coffee police. His royal highness wants his coffee.”

  “You still don’t like him?” Sandra asked, stirring the liquid in her cup.

  “I’ve never liked him.”

  “How long have you worked here?”

  “Three years. Drake interviewed me, and I didn’t have a clue he was going to be my boss. He was highhanded, a total ass, and I ended up yelling at him before I left the interview. I didn’t think I’d get the job.”

  “Wow, how did you get it?”

  “He called me in the next day and said I got the job.” Christy shook her head, sighing. “I don’t know. Maybe he liked me shouting back at him? The man is a whore and a workaholic. I’ve got to stay behind tonight to deal with this Henderson thing. I’ve not got the first clue what he wants from me.” She grabbed a cup and started adding some cream and sugar.

  “Rather you than me. I hate having to deal with overbearing men. I’ve got one at home.” Sandra shuddered. “Anyway, I better get back. Advertising doesn’t do itself.”

  Christy said her goodbyes to Sandra then finished making Drake’s coffee. Thinking back to the interview it was completely insane of him to give her a job. When she’d first started working for him, she’d bitten her lip, not speaking a word out. After two weeks of his badgering and insults she’d cracked. She’d ended up snapping at him for a good five minutes telling him to get his own damned coffee.

  He’d looked so happy after her little outburst that he leaned back in his chair saying, “That’s what I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t employ you to be meek, Christy. Speak your mind when I ask for it.” When she’d snapped at him, the door had been closed so no one could hear her. She didn’t have any doubt that if the door had been open, he’d have made sure to punish her in front of all their audience by giving her a dressing down.

  Drake liked to bring out the bitch inside her. She neither knew nor cared why he did it. Her only hope was that he didn’t push her to the point of wanting to quit. There were times she hated Drake, but she loved the job. It was challenging, amazing, and she’d gotten to visit some of the most beautiful places she’d ever seen. Being around Drake was an adventure even if it had stopped any chance of a relationship. He worked the oddest hours, demanded her presence at his home, work, or even the gym when he needed her to take notes. When she asked for him to write it down he’d merely ask what he was paying her for.

  Walking toward the office, she didn’t knock, simply opened the door, and placed his coffee on the desk. She moved toward the door only to stop when he spoke.

  “Thank you.”

  She frowned. Three years she’d been working with him and in all that time he’d never once said thank you to her.

  “What?” she asked.

  “Thank you for the coffee.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Glancing at the floor, she shook her head. She didn’t think there would ever come a time when she wasn’t completely confused. He had to be messing with her head and doing it on purpose. Returning to her desk, she grabbed the first letter from the list she had to respond to. She’d already gone through the response mails with Drake, so now she just needed to type them up. When all of them were typed, she’d take the letters into Drake for him to sign. He’d moan, curse, and complain about signing so many damn letters, to which she’d tell him to sell half of his company.

  Pushing some of her hair off her face, she stretched and fisted her hands before getting started on the keyboard. After a few minutes of working the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. Looking around the office, she couldn’t find anyone staring at her. She peeked at Drake’s office, but he was on the phone talking to someone. The long hours, lack of food and sleep were starting to make her go crazy. Who would want to look at her anyway? Who’d be interested? She was on the plump side with thick hips and thighs. Her stomach was rounded, probably from the chocolate she enjoyed eating. She could do with paying her own visit to the gym, but the thought of running for no good reason had never really appealed to her. Food, especially chocolate, was her one true weakness.

  Pushing thoughts of food aside, she focused on the work in front of her. There was no point thinking about a love life. She had a hard enough time dealing with a man she didn’t even like, let alone finding one she would actually love.

  ****

  “Are you even trying?” Drake asked, glaring at Christy. She tucked some of her loose curls behind her ear, which only served to anger him even more. Why couldn’t she leave her hair down?

  “I’m here. I’m working through this stuff with you.”

  “You can’t think of one single thing to reel Henderson in?”

  “He’s a family man. Sell him something like that,” she said.

  He really wanted to buy the hotel chain that had Henderson’s name stamped right on it, yet the bastard wouldn’t budge. He was in his late sixties, and everyone knew he was ready to sell hi
s chain of businesses.

  Getting to his feet, Drake started to pace the office. Christy moved from her seat, and he watched her crick her neck before moving toward the pile of papers on his desk. Glancing at the clock he saw it was past nine. They were the only two people in the office building, which wasn’t unheard of for them.

  What was unheard of was the state of his cock. Christy had been by his side for three years, pushing and pulling at him, bringing the best out of him. He wasn’t so much of a bastard as not to know that she did in fact bring the greatest stuff out of him. She’d been a big part of his life, so big several women had complained about her presence. There was no way he’d ever get rid of Christy, so he’d gotten rid of the women who didn’t like her. Some would think it strange that he preferred the company of his employee compared to dazzling women. Christy didn’t put up with any of his shit. Well, she did put up with some. He loved it when she fought back with him, telling him to shove it. She was fire and ice and all the things in between. Christy was the first person to ever stand up against him, which was strangely … thrilling.

  “Why are you so against selling him the family ideal?” she asked, turning back to face him. The bun she usually kept for office meetings was slowly falling out. His cock twitched at the beautiful sight before him. She glared at him, cocking her hip to the side. One of her hands rested on the full rounded hip while the other pointed out to him.

  He was used to slender women, model thin. Christy was the complete opposite of slender. Her curves were abundant. They were also the same curves he’d been jacking off to for the last few months. He got hard, and the only thought that satisfied him was Christy on her knees before him. It didn’t matter how she was on her knees—she could be sucking his cock or he could be fucking her pussy—either image worked. He imagined her pussy was going to be incredibly tight. In the last few years she’d not had a man with her or at home as far as he could tell.

  Drake knew he’d have her screaming in his arms.

  “Earth to Drake!” She stepped closer to him, waving a hand in front of his face.

  Glaring at her, he caught her wrist. “What?” This was happening more and more often. His inability to stay focused on the subject. Christy invaded his thoughts at the most inopportune moment.

  Everything about her was starting to piss him off.

  “Why can’t you sell him the family ideal?”

  “I’m not a family man. I don’t know the first thing about selling shit like that.”

  “Then you’re wasting our time. My time and yours. It’s late.”

  Drake growled. “You’ve not got a man at home waiting for you. What’s the rush?” He hadn’t let go of her hand.

  “I may not have a man at home, but I’ve got a nice warm bed.”

  “Warm? Is it really warm, Christy?” He tugged her close unable to resist teasing her just that little bit more. She stumbled, and her soft body pressed against his. The last six months of having no sex with only the satisfaction of his hand, and he snapped.

  In one quick movement Drake pressed her against the wall.

  “Drake, what are you doing?” she asked, gasping. She didn’t fight him. Her hands went to his chest.

  “Why do you continue to test me?”

  Her lips were so plump, soft, and inviting. What did she taste like? His cock thickened to unbearable proportions inside his pants.

  She’s the employee.

  Drake no longer cared. He didn’t see Christy as his assistant or someone he paid. She was the only woman who’d been able to satisfy him at a distance. He couldn’t handle it anymore, watching and never having. She looked too damned inviting to turn down. Her tongue peeked out, licking along her bottom lip.

  “You pay me to.”

  He cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the lip she’d just licked. “I don’t pay you to do this to me.”

  “I’m not doing—”

  Drake couldn’t hear anything more from her. She’d been driving him crazy for three years, especially the last six months with her moving around him, being the thorn and the rose at his side.

  Slamming his lips down on hers, he plundered her mouth, tasting her for the first time. She was heaven, and he was in hell. Gripping her waist, he thrust his cock against her rounded stomach. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he grunted as the band that kept her hair up stopped him. Releasing her lips, he tugged the band out of her hair, throwing it to the floor. He finally sank his hair into her brown tresses. The soft length was perfect, better than he ever imagined.

  He slid his leg up, pushing her skirt further up her legs until he touched her pussy. The material of his pants couldn’t hide the sopping wetness of her pussy. She started to ride his leg as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

  The fire began to build between them, and Drake knew there was no turning back. They were both going to get burned.

  Chapter Two

  This had to be a nightmare, only Christy didn’t want to wake up. She’d never seen her boss in a sexual way. Sure, he was hot, but it didn’t mean she wanted to jump him. He was an asshole most days of the week and weekend. Yet the way his leg was rubbing her pussy and his mouth on hers, she didn’t care if she liked him or not.

  Three years without sex and she was desperate for his touch.

  She started to pull away only to be stopped as he bit her lip, shocking her in place.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t be doing this.”

  “We’re doing this. You’re so wet, Christy.”

  The hand at her waist moved down to stroke between her thighs, and she was lost to the heat of the moment. The power he was wielding over her was driving her crazy. Whimpering, she rested her head back against the wall.

  “You want this, baby. Your panties are soaking wet.”

  He moved the fabric of her panties aside, sliding his fingers through her cream. It was impossible not to respond. Drake held all the power as he caressed through her slit, stroking over her clit before moving down to plunge inside her pussy.

  “Fuck me, baby, you’re so tight. How long has it been since you had a man to satisfy you.”

  “Shut up.”

  “No. I want to know.” He worked another finger inside her while also teasing her clit with his thumb. There was something dirty and yet sexy by the way he handled her. “How long has it been?”

  He slowed down his movements, making her ache for the pleasure he could give. It was driving her crazy with need, yearning, and everything else in between.

  “Three years.”

  Drake paused for several seconds before he started to stroke her once again. “Three years? Three years without a cock? Three years without a man fucking this pretty pussy or your mouth?”

  “Shut up, Drake.”

  She cried out as he shoved three fingers inside her, catching her off guard.

  “Your mouth needs to have a cock inside to keep you from talking.”

  Biting her lip, Christy closed her eyes, soaking up every second of his fingers within her.

  He suddenly grabbed her hand, pressing it against his cock. “See what you’ve done to me. What I want to do to you.”

  Christy was shocked by how long and wide he was. Drake was not lacking in the pants department. No wonder women flocked to him like a moth to a flame. The big question was if he knew how to use the gift he’d been given.

  “Fuck this. I want to see what I’m touching.” He pulled away, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the desk.

  I should be complaining.

  I should be telling him to stop.

  No words escaped her mouth as he lifted her up on the desk. He slid her skirt up to her waist and tore the panties from her body. She’d never experienced a man like Drake. He was used to getting what he wanted, taking the lead, and constantly being rewarded, whereas she was used to men who were happy to sit back on their asses. She’d never had a man simply grab, kiss, and play with her.

  Drake turned her on, and she g
asped as he knelt before her on the desk.

  “I’ve seen a lot of pussy in my day, baby, but this is the best fucking pussy I’ve seen in a long time.”

  Biting her lip, she whimpered from the power he was exuding.

  He didn’t wait for her permission. Drake opened her thighs wide, dragging her to the edge of the desk. She had no choice but to hold onto something. Gripping the edge of the desk, she cried out as his mouth sucked on her clit.

  None of the men she’d been with would even dream of licking or sucking her down there. She’d been expected to do all the work.

  Let go.

  Give in.

  Feel for a change.

  Closing her eyes, she screamed as he fucked her with his fingers while also sucking on her nub. The pleasure was intense, better than anything she’d ever imagined. It was perfect, scary, and earth-shattering.

  Within seconds she came apart under his expert tongue.

  She shook a little afterwards, and glancing down she watched as Drake pressed a kiss to her clit.

  He didn’t back away.

  Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stared into his eyes as he stood. His hands went to the belt, and she watched with rapt fascination as he began to work the leather belt loose. She liked his hands. They were large, expert hands, used to getting what he wanted. Licking her lips, she couldn’t look away as he slid the zipper down, pushing his pants around his knees.

  “Now, it’s my turn.”

  He pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants, and her mouth literally dropped open. Drake wasn’t small. She’d never seen a man that size before. Would he fit? She wasn’t a virgin, but wow, even she could see the beauty of his length. No wonder women were prepared to be treated like crap. His cock gave him an advantage not many men had.

  Staring up his body, she saw the cocky grin on his face.