Page 252 of Hot for the Boss

After a brief week in paradise, she kicked me out. Largely my fault, yes. But her walking out the proverbial door crushed my heart. Since then, I’ve concocted a million plans to win her back. But every time, I remind myself that my scheming is exactly what she doesn’t want.

God knows I’m not lacking other offers. Just tonight, some young blonde all but humped my leg like a puppy in heat. In the past, I could muster enough interest, especially if the blonde had lush curves, chocolate eyes, and a husky laugh that went straight to my cock. Like Lauren.

Now…nothing.

With tonight’s blonde—Jessica?—I told myself that Lauren isn’t coming back, and I have to get back in the game. But I couldn’t pep talk myself into sleeping with her. While holding her, everything south of my belt buckle may as well have been dead. She was too skinny, too loud and obvious. Too self-absorbed. Misty was much the same. As was a long line of blondes before her.

I can’t lie to myself anymore. I only want Lauren.

Sighing, I let myself into my rambling, terribly empty house. Now that Lauren and the kids I’ve wanted for a decade won’t be sharing a future with me, I’ll have to sell the place. Practically speaking, a bachelor doesn’t need four bedrooms and three baths. The tax write-off is nice, but…this house feels like a brick-and-mortar testament to my failure.

On that depressing note, I feel my way through the dark, into my living room, and make my way down the hall.

Bed. I’ll go to bed. And probably jack off. Again. Thinking about Lauren, her supple curves all spread out on my bed, bound, wet, ready, and all mine.

At that thought, parts south spring to full attention. Sighing, I look down at my stiff cock and shake my head. Jessica and her artificial D-cups rubbing against me did nothing. One thought of Lauren and every inch I swore was dead is suddenly the life of the party.

“Picky bastard,” I mutter to my dick as I approach my bedroom.

The door is closed. Odd. I never shut my bedroom door. It only makes the room stuffy…

But I’m running on next to no sleep and the pressure building up in my balls threatens to strangle the last of my rational thought. That, coupled with the constant ache between my pecs, is really distracting the hell out of me.

I grope for the knob. Instead of cool metal, I feel paper. Someone taped a piece to it.

Scowling, I yank the sheet free. What the…? Someone has been in my house. Who has keys? Mom and my assistant, Jennifer. But I can’t see either of them leaving a note taped to my door, rather than sending a text.

Trepidation burning, I flip on the light in the hall and unfold the paper.

* * *

You. Me. Naked skin. Shared fantasies. A whole night.

Now.

* * *

My heart stops. Those were the same words I used, more or less, to seduce Lauren. And this is her handwriting. I’d recognize it anywhere.

My heart starts pounding again as I shove open the door to my bedroom.

And I stop dead in my tracks.

Lauren is blessedly, beautifully naked—except for a little black mask. She’s stretched across my bed, ankles restrained to each corner and one wrist bound. She writhes like she needs me—and me alone—to ease her ache.

My jaw drops. My cock engorges until it’s almost painful.

Holy shit. I can’t goddamn breathe.

I also can’t stop staring. Lauren’s hair flows in a honey-sweet cloud, teasing her neck, cascading down the swells of her breasts, and plays peekaboo with her swollen nipples. Golden candlelight bathes every seductive valley and ripe swell of her soft skin.

Son of a… Wow!

Legs spread, Lauren’s bare sex glistens for my gaze, calling out to me. My fingers, mouth, and cock all twitch. What kind of fucking torture is this?

“Hi, stranger.”

Her sultry voice makes the rest of the blood in my body rush south and ratchets up my arousal even more. I grit my teeth and try to make my brain work. Why is she here, naked and seductive and looking at me with burning eyes? The answer seems obvious, but I’m hesitant to believe. Still, I can’t help but respond to naked Lauren. It’s Pavlovian, like a hungry dog reacts to a steak.