Authors: Claire Adams
“And the contract will remain intact as
long as you don’t go around breaking any of the rules. Are we clear?”
“Yes, master,” I said with a fake toothy
grin. “Would you like me to curtsy now?”
“No, I would like you to take your clothes
off,” he said starting to walk towards me.
It was my turn to be a tease and taunt
him, and I could not be more excited for payback. “Uh, actually, let me see, I
am feeling like taking a shower before bed, so I will pass on the offer.”
“You’re sleeping over, then?” He grinned,
continuing to walk towards me, ignoring my “pass.”
“I thought that was obvious, since you
sent all your staff home and it would be impossible for me to find a cab at
this hour. Unless you feel like driving me, but you’ve had quite a bit of
whiskey.”
“Aria, you just go off on so many
unnecessary tangents. I want you to stay, isn’t that kind of obvious? I
decorated the damn balcony for you.”
The mention of the balcony made me feel
giddy. I still couldn’t believe he had done all that. It was something that
usually couples – actual, real couples, boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands
and wives – did for each other, not people who were dating on a legally binding
contract. The fact that he had taken the effort to do it made me appreciate him
more than I ever had before.
“I’m staying because I want to stay too.”
I smiled at him. “But for now I just want to take a shower. I had a long and,
as you know, stressful, day. I just want to relax for a little bit if that is
okay with you.”
“Uh, of course,” he said looking slightly
taken aback. “Go on ahead. First door to the right.”
I turned around facing the bathroom with
the biggest grin on my face. Then, I very slowly slid my dress off my
shoulders, then down my legs through my stilettos, revealing the sultry red
corset.
“Aria,” I heard him moan. “Aria, Aria,
Aria. Turn around.”
I did for a very brief moment, just long
enough to let him see the full effect. The knowledge that right that second, I
was giving him the biggest erection of his life made me feel powerful and
incredibly sexy. I continued to walk into the bathroom, but heard his footsteps
behind me.
Innocently, I went into the bathroom,
which was bigger than my own room and closed the door behind me. Then I let out
a huge sigh. I couldn’t believe I had just pulled that off. As I took off the
lingerie – but with my shoes still on - and turned the shower on, I heard
Zayden open the door. I jumped into the shower quickly and let the water run
down my naked, polished body.
The glass door of the shower opened and
Zayden was standing there, completely naked, with his dick pointing straight at
me, rock hard.
“You are showering with those shoes on,”
he groaned, like speaking was taking up way too much of his energy.
“I do that all the time.” I shrugged, as I
felt myself get wet upon the sight of his naked body. How I ached for his touch
again.
“Oh, do you, now? So this isn’t some kind
of a ploy to tease me?” His mouth was twitching into a half-smile, as though it
wasn’t sure it was capable of joining in on the sass.
“Why would I do that?” I asked batting my
eyelashes. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“I,” he said, stepping into the shower
with me, “am taking a shower with my girlfriend.”
Hearing him use that word broke all my
restraints so I threw myself on him, meeting his lips fiercely with my own. His
enormous shower head poured pleasant warm water over the both of us like summer
rain, as I grabbed the back of his head as passionately as I could, and he
opened my mouth with his tongue with brute force that made me ache for him. His
mouth explored mine, as his hands were touching me all over my back. The kiss
itself lasted forever and when he pulled away, it felt like I had just ran a
marathon.
“Soap?” Zayden asked, his eyes glistening
with desire. “Can I wash you?”
“You can do anything to me.”
He poured some soap into the palms of his
hands and rubbed them together. Then he slowly massaged my shoulders, going
downwards from there. When he reached my breasts, I almost came from the impact
alone. He rubbed them in circular motions, halting to pinch my nipples every
few seconds, as I let out gasps of pleasure.
After massaging my breasts, his hands
skipped straight onto my legs, to my utter disappointment. He must have sensed
the change in my body’s response because he pushed me against the shower wall,
looked me straight in the eye and said, “
I won
’t be needing soap to clean your pussy, Aria.”
Then he dived face first into me, making
me forget everything about the world. His tongue was moving across my clit,
licking it in rhythmic motions, while the rest of his mouth was sucking on my
pussy lips. When he halted the licking to slide his tongue inside me, I
exploded into oblivion. With the warm water running over my body, and the
mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm, I didn’t think I would be able to feel
better than I did in that moment ever again.
It felt like it took forever to come back
to my senses and when I did Zayden was glaring at me. It was my turn. I kneeled
across from him and wasted no time taking all of him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed and closed his eyes,
holding my head close.
He shoved himself deep down my throat, and
even though the feeling wasn’t entirely pleasant, the look on his face as he
thrust in and out was worth every moment.
He pulled away before coming, to my concern.
“Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, Aria, you did everything right,”
is all he said.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent
me over. He pushed himself inside me, leaving me elated. I braced myself
against the shower wall using my hands. I moaned loudly and he took this as
encouragement to move faster and deeper within me.
“Zayden,” I said his name, as with every
thrust and motion, bursts of pleasure traveled through every vein in my body.
All I managed was to say his name over and over again as he thrust deeper and
harder. His hands gripped my hips firmly, directing my body’s movement.
“Ah,” he grunted. After a few moments we
both erupted together like a volcano. The orgasm was so intense that I
screamed. He slowed his pace and eventually completely stopped. I stood up and
he wrapped his arms around me.
Ten minutes later
—though
it could have been hours, days, I would never know—we finally became coherent
again and I said, “That was–”
“The best sex I have ever had,” Zayden
completed.
“Me too,” I said. “Tonight was perfect.”
“You say that like it’
s over
.” He grinned. “I bet you are dying
to find out what my bed feels like.”
“Yes I am. Let’s go.” I grinned back,
feeling happier and more content than I could ever remember. “Boyfriend,” I
added softly, but did not dare meet his eye when I said it.
THE
BOSS #4
Chapter
1
Zayden
Her use of the word “boyfriend” made me
feel all kinds of things that I had resigned into believing I was rendered
forever incapable of feeling. Was that what I had become? Aria Roberts’
boyfriend? I thought back to the past few days – months even – and all the
things I had willfully done for her. Maybe I was her boyfriend. Either that, or
I was very, very messed up in the head.
To think that I had my entire balcony
decorated for her. I didn’t even think people did such things outside of
movies. Here I was, holding a naked twenty-year-old girl in the shower, after
showing her what I presumed to be one of the best nights of her life.
After all that I had been through in my
life, I could not quite believe how I had become so drawn to this woman. After
Gina and all the things she represented, I was convinced that I had sworn off
women forever. How could I not? My mother had done to my father what Gina had
done to me; there was no room for me to ever consider a woman possessing any
real character. I simply had never met one that wasn’t always after something
else, money usually.
Oddly enough, even though I had been
paying a lot of money to keep Aria around, she never struck me as somebody who
would want me for my money. To think of it, I had offered to pay the hospital
bills without any financial returns on her part, but she had pretty much
rejected the contract without a clause that stated she would pay me back after
college. How many women – people in general at that – would do that? She knew I
didn’t need to be paid back, but somehow the idea that she would be taking my
money for free made her so uncomfortable that it was very charming.
The closest she had come to “using” me in
some sense was for my intellect and what a revitalizing change that was! She
wanted to learn from me, so that she could use that knowledge to expand her own
intellect and advance her own career. She hadn’t even given me a straight
answer when I offered her a real job at the bank, which had really surprised
me. How many college students would give an arm and a leg in order to have a
guaranteed job at the end of their college careers? Yet Aria had hesitated,
perhaps because she felt that she needed to do it on her own. Little did she
know that she had, in fact, done exactly that.
She had impressed me greatly with her
spark and intelligence – much like she would have to in order to impress any
other employer for any other kind of a job – which is why I had wanted her so
badly on my team.
That and she was always a pleasure to look
at, but really many, many women were and I didn’t go around offering jobs
unless I was attracted to their minds. Which in Aria’s case, I undoubtedly was.
After all, I had made myself a promise a long time ago that I would never do
many of the things I had ended up doing since Aria came into my life. The
disaster that was my marriage had convinced me that I was not made for monogamy
and women really only served one purpose. Never again was I supposed to see a
woman after sleeping with her, let alone repeat the act. Yet with Aria,
somehow, I had wanted more and more every time and been completely unable to
stop myself over and over again.
No matter what she did, she blew my mind
and made it impossible for me to give her whatever she needed in order to be in
my presence.
I was also not supposed to date again –
not in the sense of exclusivity. After Gina, the whole idea of taking someone
out on dinners and pleasing them into bed while seeing nobody else had seemed
so ludicrous, yet when it came to Aria I had been completely fine with having
an entire clause regarding exclusivity. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the last
time I had been exclusive even for a day – yet Aria had compelled me to do so
for over three months.
I couldn’t quite believe the effect she
had on me sometimes, yet I understood where it all came from. She was
intelligent far beyond her years – and far beyond most women I had met, much
older and more successful – and that didn’t simply stick to her textbooks and
papers. She exuded charm and wit regularly, in everyday conversations, in her
sarcastic retorts to me, in almost everything she said and did.
And then there was the way she defied me.
Hell, that frustrated me endlessly, so much so that sometimes I just wanted to
rip my hair apart and shred the fucking contract. At the same time, it was
completely enthralling. Nobody stood up to me like Aria was capable of doing.
Since the very first day when I proposed the contract, she had refused to take
shit from me and convinced me that the best way to do it was her way, adding in
her own clauses, bargaining with me. Then when I had tried to control who she
spoke to, alluding to the contract, she had straight up told me off and
threatened to quit even though deep down I knew that she wouldn’t actually be
able to pull it off because she really needed the money for her mother’s bill.
The fact that she temporarily believed that she could and demonstrated stubborn
attitude was just as endearing as it was maddening.
The fact that she could exasperate me so
very much and yet I was completely mesmerized her meant that I had done one
more thing I had promised myself I would never do again; I had fallen in love
with Aria Roberts. As soon as the thought hit my mind, I began feeling a jolt
of raw excitement, combined with joy in every vein in my body. I grabbed Aria,
who was getting ready to go out of the shower and into my bedroom, and shoved
her back into the tub and looked deep into her eyes.
“Zayden,” she said nervously.
“No. Don’t say anything,” I said, not
wanting to ruin this moment with words. Instead, I bent down towards her and
kissed her gently across the mouth: more gently than I had thought I was
capable of. Then I slowly parted her mouth, trying to ignore my urges to devour
her, so that this moment somehow demonstrated the love I was feeling erupting
inside me, without actually saying a word. Very lightly I put my tongue inside
her mouth and felt her nipple begin to harden beneath my palm. Rubbing them
gently, I began to explore her mouth softly, then sucked on her lower lip.