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  Willow’s hips buck, driving her silky mound harder against my face. I can feel it in the way her body stiffens, her back arching, a split second warning before she comes, rocking against my tongue. Her hands rake through my hair, grinding my face against her pussy, coating the lower half of my face with her sweet juice. I lap up all of her honey, swallowing as fast as I can. I can’t get enough of it.

  Slowly her hips stop moving, and she releases me, letting me breathe at last. I stand up from my chair, wiping my chin as I take in the view of her, spread open and quivering. Willow manages to finally push herself up onto her elbows.

  “My turn,” I growl. “Unbuckle me.”

  My cock is hard as a rock, and I’m shaking I’m trying to control myself so hard. Her hands fumble with the button of my pants, and I sit up enough so that she can push them down with my boxers. My dick is thick and red and angry, waiting to be soothed by those plump lips of hers. Her delicate hand grips onto my shaft. I’m glad she’s got her hair pulled back. I don’t want to miss the view of my cock disappearing into her mouth. She opens her lips and hesitates and I lose it. I want this now. I jerk her head closer, pushing my dick past her unyielding mouth.

  “Fuck,” I hiss.

  That velvet, hot warmth of her mouth and tongue feels fantastic on my throbbing dick, and I jerk my hip again into her. She mumbles something muffled, the vibration against my sensitive head sending another surge of lust flowing through me. Her lips wrap around my shaft, and she takes as much as she can, her throat gagging and shuddering around my dick. My hand push her head down, forcing her to fully deep throat me. I take a deep breath, swimming in pleasure. Willow takes the moment to recover her breath, and then she wraps her hand around my cock and begins to move up and down my shaft. She swirls my cock like a lollipop, her tongue winding around the ridge beneath my dick, sucking hard on the rim and squeezing me with her hand. The combination is amazing.

  “Yes, suck it just like that,” I groan. My hands wind and tighten in her hair, keeping her from pulling all the way back off my dick.

  Willow eagerly sucks harder and faster, humming now as she takes me all the way down into her throat. She’s such an obedient girl, her desire to please overriding the difficulty of trying to deepthroat my cock. Her grip on my dick gets even tighter, her breasts bouncing with the effort of sucking me off. Her eyes look at me adoringly, desperate to please me. The view is fantastic, turning me on even more. Soon I feel my balls ache and tighten, but I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not when there’s something so much better.

  “Stop,” I say through gritted teeth.

  Willow’s working so hard she doesn’t hear me, and I have to physically push her off my dick. She lets go of my shaft with a pop.

  “Sir?” she asks.

  “I want you on top of me,” I tell her as I sit back in my chair. My hand palms my cock, stroking it and spreading her saliva down the entire length of me as lubricant. “I want you to impale yourself on my cock. Take every inch of me. Until I make you come.”

  Willow’s eyes widen from my dirty talk, but she’s good girl and obeys immediately, scrambling up off her knees and putting her legs on either side of my hips. She pauses just a second, angling my cock with her tiny hands until my broad head is jutting right up against her tiny entrance. And then, in one swift movement, she sits on my lap, driving my cock inside of her. The wait has been worth it. I feel resistance for just a moment before my dick pushes through into her pussy. Willow gasps, and I swear. It just feels so fucking good each and every time. It’s like I’m home.

  She’s slowly stretching around my girth, inch by inch. I should be gentle, but I’ve denied myself too long, and I thrust up into her the rest of the way. I can feel her heartbeat pulsing around my cock, and she shifts so she can put her arms on either side of my shoulders. She’s in deep, deeper than I could ever think is possible. The tip of my cock is practically bouncing against her cervix, and she slowly rocks herself, adjusting to the feel of me inside of her. It’s tight as hell, and so good I could almost come this moment, but I want to go all the way with her.

  “Oh,” she mewls. “You feel amazing.”

  Her voice is shaky but threaded with lust. She lifts herself an inch before sinking back down again. And then again, and again, until she’s almost all the way out before impaling herself onto my shaft. Each time she lifts up, she squeezes her pussy around my sensitive head. She’s riding me hard and fast, her movements becoming jerky and erratic until I can’t hold myself back. The pressure starts in my balls, tightening up until I can’t take it. I can see Willow is close, her eyes screwed shut as she rides me, her own orgasm bearing down on her. I grab onto her hips and slam her down onto me one last time, shooting everything I have deep inside her cunt.

  She opens her mouth to scream and I slam my hand across her mouth, silencing her. Her pussy convulses around my cock, her body shaking in spasms as her orgasm overtakes her. I swear under my breath as her pussy milks my cock, the hot spurts of cum coating the inside of her womb. Her breath comes in rapid pants as her orgasm finally releases her and she folds down onto my chest. I lift my hand from her mouth and hold her close, stroking her soft hair. The scent of our sex hangs in the air, and I can feel my cum trickling out from her folds and pooling between us.

  Willow nuzzles my neck, but doesn’t move. That’s fine, because I don’t think I can either. Our hearts are pounding together, and it’s a comfortable silence. One I could really get used to. I’ve never felt so at ease around another person. Most of the time it’s an awkward pulling apart, or meaningless words filling up the silence. But Willow and I are connected both physically and mentally right now it seems, because she’s just as happy to be in my arms like this.

  The best part of all is that now we can do this as much as we want. Every day even, and that knowledge buoys up my happiness. I wasn’t being entirely truthful in my meeting when I said that Burke requested Jared for his team. Amanda did go on early maternity leave, but it was Joan that he wanted, not Jared. It took some careful persuading to convince him Jared would be better for the job. Besides, the guy does do good work, and he deserves what is, in a way, a promotion. The fact that it would allow Willow and I to work together is just a bonus. A very nice bonus.

  And when I saw her today, dressed in that skintight dress I knew was just for me, I made the executive decision to trade Jared away. It took everything in me to concentrate on the rest of the meeting, when all I wanted to do was to dismiss everyone and fuck her on the table. The way her hair slid forward as she ducked her head, her hopeful eyes catching mine. I might have been a bit hard on her, but it was better to be harsh than to be too soft. The people at this workplace are bloodhounds when it comes to gossip, and I’d rather not get Willow fired. And judging by Willow’s reaction, she’s forgiven me for it already.

  Chapter 9

  Willow

  I was dazed after that afternoon. I couldn’t believe that plain old me would have wild sex at work. We shouldn’t have. We definitely, most assuredly should not have. But it felt good. Amazing even. And once we do, it’s like opening the flood gates. I see him every day after all. I have a reason to go into his office at any time of the day he wants, and he takes full advantage of it, calling me in multiple times.

  Not that we don’t work. In fact, Deacon is one of the hardest workers I’ve ever seen. And he’s efficient too. I guess it’s what happens when you’ve got lots of experience to draw from. Me, I tend to second guess my work a little. It’s why I do so many more variations than he asks for. I know that he praised me on that, seeing it as a good thing, but really it’s more like nerves. I want to do well, I just don’t have that instinctive knowledge of the job yet. Deacon, on the other hand, can pinpoint exactly what he needs and what he wants and doesn’t want me to do in seconds. Just like in bed, I think with a blush as I try to focus on finishing the mock up he’s given me to do before this afternoon’s meeting with a client.

  I’m almost
done selecting my fonts when my phone beeps with a text message from him.

  Come with me for lunch, it says. My treat.

  I smile and text back.

  Aren’t you worried about the fact that we have so many ‘lunches’ together already? I saw Cassandra give me a look the other day when I came out.

  So let’s eat out.

  Okay. I’ll see you at the elevators.

  I quickly save and close the file, grab my purse, and head out of the office. While Bronson & Burke does have a break room, with a great mini kitchen in fact, it’s not that strange for people to go for lunch outside of the office. I go and sit on the soft couch provided for people waiting for the elevators. There’s a guy standing there as well waiting, so I pull out my phone and check my messages. There’s a funny meme Joan sent me in an email. She misses me and the collection of chocolate I keep at my desk. I smile. The elevator dings, and the man gets on. Good.

  The door to the office opens just as the elevator doors close. It’s Deacon. I only got to see him for a moment today as he passed my desk. He looks handsome as ever, and it makes my heart jump to see him even after all this time. He’s dressed up more today for the client meeting, putting on a tie, and it gives him a smart, polished look that’s breathtaking. Actually, he could probably pull off wearing a potato sack if it came down to it, that’s how good looking he is.

  “Hey, what did you want for lunch?” I ask.

  “You,” he growls.

  He comes over to me faster than I expect, and then I’m enveloped in his arms, his lips pressing up against mine in a hard kiss, full of just how much he wants me. I love that he can’t seem to keep his hands off me either. I sink into his arms as my tongue touches and coils with his. He deepens the kiss, nibbling and sucking gently on my lower lip and sending a dirty pulse of desire from my belly to my clit. It feels good, and I want his hands to wander all over me, take off all my clothes and push me up against the wall, but someone could come out at any second. That thought is enough to make me come to my senses and I pull back.

  “Deacon, what if someone sees?” I whisper.

  “I don’t care,” he says with a grin. “You’re too hard to resist.”

  He leans forward again to kiss me, but I can’t enjoy it anymore out of fear.

  “I mean it,” I say. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

  He cups my face in his hand. The way he looks at me, as though I’m some kind of goddess, has me breathing shallow. I wish I could bottle this feeling, because I don’t think any man has made me feel this wonderful before.

  “Fine. I’ll stop,” he says. “But only if you promise to come out with me tonight.”

  Tonight. I’ve kept our relationship strictly to weekends, mostly so that I could avoid having to explain about Jordan. It isn’t that I’m embarrassed about my situation with my little sister. But I do know that she would complicate things. After all, I do have to take care of her. And even if she’s going to be eighteen, I’m the only family she has around here. She’ll need a place to come home to during summer and winter break, which means I can’t just move in with someone if things go well for at least another four years. At first I didn’t think it would be a big deal, but after a few first dates fizzled out when I told them about my sister, I made my peace about not dating. Now there’s Deacon.

  He’s going to have to know sooner or later, I think. And as I look at him, with adoration in his eyes, I hope that maybe he’ll be different. Because I’d be crushed if he isn’t. I’ve fallen for him, a lot faster than I realized.

  “Tonight,” I say.

  “Good,” he says, delighted. “I know just the place. They have absolutely amazing sushi. I know you said that you’ve never had it before, and that’s just a tragedy.”

  He lets go of me and I relax a little bit. We’re just two colleagues having lunch together now. I don’t have to worry about anyone catching us. The main floor of the office building is a large, food court style open space to cater to the many offices above. I see Sidney sitting with a coworker and I wave to her. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten lunch with her. Ever since I took over Jared’s job actually. I should probably introduce her to Deacon at some point. Maybe if he doesn’t run away after finding out about Jordan?

  We pick a Mexican place and I order fish taco’s while he gets the supreme burrito. Once we have our food, we pick a small table and sit. It’s not too busy since lunch hour is almost over. As soon as we sit, Deacon dives into his real reason for asking me out to lunch. He’s figured out how he wants to pitch to Pepsi, and he wants my input. I’m flattered that he wants my opinion. We really do work well together, and I hope that whatever happens, we never lose that.

  Chapter 10

  Deacon

  Something’s making Willow nervous, and for once I don’t think it’s because the two of us are together. I know she worries about getting caught, but she really doesn’t have to. I’ve already got a backup plan if something happens. In fact, I almost wish that it would, because I’m getting tired of working here at Bronson & Burke. I’ve begun to suspect that instead of making Aiden or I partner, Burke intends to play us off one another forever. And that’s not really a game I want to play.

  Once most of the staff clear out, Willow and I walk together down to the parking lot. I wait until we’re on the road, when it’s clear that it isn’t our coworkers she’s worried about, to ask her what’s going on.

  “I was wondering if maybe you would want to meet my sister,” she says slowly.

  “Your sister?” What an odd request. Parents, I can understand, but sister?

  She pauses and bites her lip.

  “It’s not that I wouldn’t want to Willow,” I assure her.

  “Do you remember that night when we were out and I stopped you from drinking and driving?” she says abruptly.

  “Of course. It was the best night of my life.”

  “Well, there was a reason for that. My parents... they were killed by a drunk driver about a year ago.”

  I’m shocked. I glance over at Willow. Her eyes are glistening with tears and I reach out to squeeze her hand.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say.

  She squeezes back my hand.

  “Nobody really thinks about it. I don’t hold it against you. But that’s why, even though you said you were okay, I couldn’t just stand there and have you drive off. The guy who did it to my parents was barely over the legal limit. He thought it was okay too. I always wonder if maybe one of his friends had stopped him... maybe things would have been different.”

  She pulls her sleeve over her hand and savagely brushes away her tear. It’s cute, like what a little kid would do, and I suddenly feel a surge of protectiveness for Willow. I don’t want her to be hurting, and I hate that in some way, I was responsible for that.

  “Anyways,” she says thickly. “Jordan’s my sister and she’s all I have left of my family. It’s important to me that you meet her.”

  “I hope I’ll meet her approval then,” I say.

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. Jordan never likes anybody. She’s a bit prickly. But you have to understand that, that I can’t abandon her. She’s only seventeen.”

  Willow doesn’t say the words, but I can read between the lines just fine. She’s worried that I wouldn’t want Jordan around. That Willow and Jordan in a way comes as a package, because she’s always going to have to make Jordan a priority. But she shouldn’t be worried. I can already see the future with Willow, and Jordan would be a welcome part of it. I want to be able to take her out when I want to, to shout and let everyone know that she’s mine. The fact that Jordan would be a big part of our life together, because as an older sister, she can’t just move in with me and abandon her, doesn’t deter me.

  I think, I think I love her. The thought seemingly pops up out of nowhere, but really it’s been swimming beneath the surface all along. And whatever that means, whatever it takes, I’m willing to accept it. I’ve never found an
yone like Willow, someone who I could connect with so deeply.

  I look over at her and give her a smile, and she flashes me one too, a light joyful thing. I want to make sure that smile never leaves her face. I know that something huge has been lifted off her shoulders, and we chat easily again the rest of the way to her house. She lives in a completely different part of the city, further out, which makes sense. It’s a place to raise a family. The wide lots are littered with swings, toy cars and bicycles and basketball hoops. Kids are chasing each other down the sidewalks. Minivans and SUVs are parked in front of almost every house.

  Willow points out a cozy little Cape Cod house. There’s already an old silver Honda parked out front, and the next second, a pretty girl, a mini version of Willow, jumps out. The person in the car says something, and the girl turns, her face showing her surprise when she sees her sister and I. There’s no mistaking her for anyone other than Willow’s sister.

  “She should have been home before this,” Willow mutters. “She told me she was studying for her test.”

  “Maybe she was at the library?” I say, hoping to soothe her.

  “More like the mall,” Willow says with a sigh. “I didn’t think that disobeying my parents would come back and bite me in the ass so quickly. Every time I try to tell her what to do, she tells me ‘but that’s not what you did’. I mean, what can I say to that?”

  “You were a bad girl in high school?” I ask. That blows my mind.

  Willow is one of my best employees. I’m trying to mesh this with the image of her playing hooky all the time, or sneaking out at night to meet a boy. I can’t see it.

  “Just a little,” she says with a grin. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

  Jordan’s friend drives off as we get out of the car and cross the lawn. Now that I’m closer, I can see the differences between the two sisters: Where Willow is small, Jordan is tall and athletic. She would make a great basketball player. Her hair is darker too, and her nose is sharp and narrow where Willow’s turns up just a little. She eyes me curiously as we approach.