Bossed By The Billionaire [Book Two] Read online

  She raised her brows. “That’s the way it’s going to be then, huh?”

  I fisted my hands at my sides. “I’m afraid so, yes.”

  “Well, so much for girls sticking together.” Frowning, Janet stood up from here chair and looked down her nose at me. “You obviously have everything under control, Sadie. Have fun flying solo. It’s going to be a very lonely, short career.”

  As she slammed the door, a horrible feeling rose up from the pit of my stomach. In my impulsiveness I had made a powerful enemy. Janet wasn’t lazy and apathetic like the rest of the creative team. No, she had built a reputation on being a fighter. She didn’t like the fact that I now had the most prestigious account in the company—an account that she had wanted. Janet wasn’t the type of woman who would sit idly by and watch someone else take what she thought she deserved. She was going to fight for this account by trying her best to sabotage my work at every opportunity. I had to watch my step or risk losing both Cameron and his account for good.

  Chapter 3

  As soon as Janet left my office, my phone buzzed with an incoming text. Sighing, I settled back in my seat and swiped the screen of my phone.

  The text was from Cameron. Immediately my libido went into overdrive as I swiped the screen to see what he wanted.

  Put on the short, gold outfit, he commanded through text. Then bend over and take a picture of that lovely ass.

  Liquid heat flowed through my veins, and my panties became damp.

  I can’t, I texted back. I’m at work.

  Bend over your desk, then.

  I stared at my phone, not quite believing what I was reading. I’m at work.

  So?

  I can’t do that right now.

  I’m your most important client. It is your job to keep me happy.

  True, I admitted.

  Then do it.

  I glanced at the door to my office, the one Janet had walked through moments ago. I’m at work. I don’t have any outfits here.

  Then give me one of you naked.

  I widened my eyes. I can’t do that.

  Why not?

  Someone might see me.

  So?

  So? So, I don’t want my coworkers to see me naked.

  Shut the door to your office.

  No.

  Remember our deal.

  I can’t. Not now.

  One way or another, I am going to get a picture of you naked.

  I’ll give you one later, when I get home.

  Now, Sadie.

  Sorry.

  Don’t make me come over there.

  He wouldn’t really show up at my office, would he? I’m shutting off my phone now. Before he could respond, I turned off my phone and tossed it in my desk drawer. I didn’t have time for this. There was work to do. I resolved to speak to him at the first opportunity. While his sexual games had been fun, they had to stop. I had too many people watching me. If someone like Janet learned about what was really going on between me and Cameron, I’d be in deep trouble.

  I buried myself in my work, determined to put Cameron’s erotic requests out of my mind. For a short time I succeeded, then a low familiar voice outside my office door made it impossible to concentrate.

  “Where is she?” Cameron roared.

  My heart froze in my chest at the sound of his voice. He did it. He really came down to my office. Oh God, what was I going to do now?

  Jumping up from my seat, I hurried over to the door and flung it open to find an angry Cameron glaring back at me. Behind him, Janet was smiling.

  “If Sadie has done something wrong, then perhaps you should tell me about it,” she said. “I’m sure between the two of us, we can fix whatever problem you might have with her campaign—”

  Cameron waved his hand in dismissal. “Leave us.”

  Janet’s smile faded. “But—”

  Cameron glanced over his shoulder. “I must speak to Sadie, alone.”

  Janet lifted her chin. “Very well, but if you should need anything—”

  “I won’t.” Cameron stepped forward, forcing me to move back into my office. He shut the door behind him, closing us both off from Janet and the rest of the world.

  “You shut off your phone,” he said.

  I lifted my chin and crossed my arms. “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m at work.”

  “Your job is to please me.”

  “My job is to create a good ad campaign for your clothing line.”

  “Your job is to create a campaign that pleases me.”

  “True, but I can’t do that if you’re texting me all of the time.”

  “So, you don’t like my texts?”

  I averted my gaze. “I didn’t say that.”

  “What are you saying then?”

  “What I’m saying is…” What was I trying to say? My brain didn’t seem to work when this man was around. He was so hot, so sexy. All I could think about was how I had the strongest orgasm of my life at his beach house, and how alive I felt in his presence.

  After a long moment, I found my voice. “What I’m trying to say is…your texts are a distraction.”

  “A distraction?”

  “Yes.”

  He looked as if he wanted to say something. Instead, he slowly walked around my body, dragging his gaze over my curves. As time stretched, heat began to rise up between us. It felt electric, as if a thousand sparks of energy were shooting off between us.

  “Very well, then,” he said as he stopped in front of me once more. “Let’s get to work.”

  “What?” I asked as he moved toward the door.

  “You heard me.” He turned the lock. “Let’s get started.”

  I frowned in confusion. “You’re going to help me with the campaign?”

  “Have you come up with any new ideas since our last meeting?”

  “Nothing worth presenting.”

  He strode toward my desk. “Then we have a lot of work to do. Let’s get started.”

  I stared at him in shock as he took a seat in my office chair. “You’re really going to help me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, um…where would you like to begin?”

  Heat flashed through his features as he dragged his gaze over my curves. My body immediately reacted, and I couldn’t help but feel as if he was undressing me with his eyes.

  “We shall begin, my dear, by having you take off your clothes.”

  Chapter 4

  “What?” I asked, taking a step back.

  “You heard me.” He leaned his elbows on the desk. “Now hurry up. I don’t have all day.”

  I took a step back and covered my chest with my arms. “I can’t take off my clothes here.”

  “Why not?”

  “I told you. I’m at work.”

  “If you’re concerned about someone walking in on us, I’ve already locked the door. It’s perfectly safe.”

  Safe? Hardly. While I’d heard about people having sex at the office, it had always been rumors and hearsay. I didn’t know anyone who had actually gone through with it.

  “It’s too risky,” I said. “Someone may hear us.”

  “Not if you’re quiet.” He stood, then slowly closed the distance between us. “Are you afraid?”

  I hesitated as he stopped in front of me. He stood close now, so close that I could feel his body heat radiate off him in waves.

  “A little.”

  “Afraid of me?”

  I dragged my head up from his strong chest to meet his gaze. “No.”

  “Good.” He hooked his finger under my chin. “But you are afraid of something.”

  My heart beat double time in my chest. “I’m afraid of losing my job.”

  “Why?” He nodded toward the door. “Because you think someone will hear us?”

  I nodded.

  “Even if someone hears you, it won’t matter. If they fire you then they will lose my business, and I have done enough research on this company to kn
ow that they can’t afford to lose my business.” He slid his thumb over my lower lip. “You are perfectly safe with me, Sadie. I promise.”

  In that moment, I felt perfectly safe. There was something about his quiet strength, his decisiveness and determination, that made me feel as if nothing could ever hurt me again.

  “Do you feel safe with me, Sadie?”

  “Yes.”

  He slid his fingers away and stepped back. “Then strip.”

  I stared at him in surprise as he turned and settled himself back in my office chair. This was the strangest relationship I had ever been a part of. If you could call what Cameron and I shared together a true relationship.

  “Why did you hire me?” I said.

  The words came out in a whisper before I could stop them. Heat flashed through his features, then he quickly averted his gaze.

  He sighed. “Your firm has an impeccable reputation as not only one of the oldest, most prestigious companies in the business. One would be a fool not to—”

  “No.” I took a cautious step toward the desk. “Why did you hire me?” When he didn’t immediately answer, I continued. “There are several other executives out there. Each one of them is more qualified than me. I’m just an intern. Why?”

  He straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. He walked slowly around the desk to where I was standing. “They cling to the old ways of doing things, Sadie. They’re stubborn and stale.” As he spoke, he continued to take measured steps forward, forcing me to ease back against the wall of my office. “They want to stick to things that are safe. They’re afraid to take risks, to innovate.”

  My breath caught as he placed his forearm on the wall next to my head. “This company is so large and so old that it forgot what used to make it truly great.” He angled his body, blocking the rest of the room from my view. “This clothing line is special to me. It’s different from the norm and therefore it needs to be marketed differently. I need someone running this campaign who isn’t hindered by corporate budgets and shareholder relations. I need someone fresh, someone willing to change direction at a moment’s notice.” He dropped his gaze to my lips. “I need someone who isn’t afraid, Sadie. Someone bold and uninhibited…like me.” He inched forward until only a sliver of air stood between his mouth and mine.

  Heat rushed through my bloodstream, making me feel light headed. “I can be bold.”

  He flicked his gaze up to meet mine. “Can you?”

  I nodded. “I can be creative, too.”

  “Perhaps.”

  “I am!” I said as he pushed off the wall. “And I can take risks.”

  He stared at me for a long moment, considering. “Then prove it.” He turned and strode toward my desk. Once there, he resettled himself in my chair and flashed his stern, no-nonsense look. “Take off your clothes.”

  “What?” How did this conversation get back to this?

  “You said you were bold and unafraid. Prove it by taking off your clothes. Right now.”

  This man was insane. He was going to make me lose my job and my reputation all in one afternoon.

  And yet, he had a point. His new clothing line was definitely a huge risk on his part. He deserved an ad campaign that reflected that. He deserved a campaign manager who understood his needs.

  “Very well.” I straightened away from the wall and grabbed the edges of my cardigan. “But only for a moment.”

  The room fell silent as I started to take off my clothes. One by one I stripped them off my body, exposing my creamy skin as I dropped them to the floor. Within seconds, the air became heated with electricity. While Cameron’s features remained impassive, fire danced within the depths of his eyes.

  His reaction to my near-nakedness made me feel bold. As my skirt dropped to the floor, I slid my fingers over my sides, outlining my curves. I watched as his gaze followed my fingers. He was captivated, I realized, and the knowledge made me feel powerful. I traced the edge of my bra and took a cautious step forward.

  “Do you want me to take this off as well?” I asked.

  He didn’t speak, but instead gave a brief nod. His gaze remained fixed on my fingers.

  “The clasp is a little hard to undo. I may need some help.” I stopped next to his chair and turned so that my back faced him.

  Heat rushed through my veins as his rough fingers flicked along the middle of my back. Within seconds, my bra fell to the floor, exposing my full, round breasts. I palmed them, then slowly turned so that I could see his expression.

  He immediately dropped his gaze to my hands. One nipple peeked out from between my fingers, and his gaze fixed firmly on the hard nub in between my knuckles. Desire flashed through his features as I slowly kneaded my plump flesh. My lower abdomen tightened as I thought of him taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I pictured him flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip, of him palming my breast in his large hands.

  “Take off your panties,” he said. “But leave the rest on.”

  By the rest, I assumed he meant my black heels and thigh-high stockings. I slowly moved to do as he asked, keeping my gaze fixed on his face. At first, it was hard to determine his mood, but as my cleanly-shaven pussy came into view, I watched as his nostrils flared and his jaw tighten with some unseen emotion.

  “Did you bring something for me to wear?” I stepped out of my panties. “From your lingerie line,” I added when he flicked his gaze up to my face in confusion.

  “No, not today.” He motioned me to step closer. “Today, I am going to show you what it means to be bold and uninhibited.”

  “By having me strip in my office?”

  “No.” He stood and wrapped his hands around my waist in a smooth, fluid motion. Before I could speak, before I could even breathe, he lifted me up into the air and settled me onto the edge of my desk. “By making all of your pretense fall away.” He slid his fingers up in between my thighs and gently pushed them apart. “I’m going to make you come so hard that you forget that little good girl façade to carry around with you wherever you go. I’m going to expose you for the wild and adventurous woman you are.” He eased his hands up and slid his rough palms over my nipples.

  “I’m going to make you forget where you are.” He positioned himself in between my legs. “And who you are.”

  “And who I’m with?”

  “No.” Letting go of my breasts, he reached behind me and pushed my keyboard, mouse, and stacks of papers onto the floor. “You’ll never forget who you are with.” He dragged me closer to the edge until I felt his hard cock press through his pants and up against my pussy. The movement was so fast, so sudden, that I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck to steady myself.

  “You may forget everything else, but you will never forget me.”

  Every inch of my body burned with desire as he invaded my mouth. The man kissed like he did everything else in life, with passion and force. He tasted so masculine, so strong. I had all I could do not to be swept away by his masculine energy.

  Slowly, he pushed forward, forcing me back onto the desk. As the cold, hard surface touched my back, his slid his hand down my side and cupped the space behind my knee. Lifting my leg, he arranged it so my heel hooked onto the edge of the desk. The sweet aroma of my desire rose up and filled the space between us as he mirrored the movements with my other leg.

  With my feet in place, he tore his lips away from mine. I gasped as he kissed a hot trail down the side of my neck, sending my desire into overdrive.

  I moved beneath him, eager to feel his skin against mine. As I reached for his suit jacket, he grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the desk.

  “Stay,” he murmured as he continued kissing down my chest.

  I gasped and arched my back as he took my nipple into my mouth. Raw need surged through my body, making me feel weak. I lifted my legs off the table and spread my legs wider, allowing him better access. He pressed his hips up against the apex of my thighs, rubbing his thick cock against my opening.

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sp; “Yes,” I whispered as he scraped his teeth against my breast. I closed my eyes and arched my back higher. Sparks of pain mixed with pleasure, drawing me higher.

  He sucked and laved my sensitive nubbin as my world spun out of control. Turning my head to the side, I tried to move against him, but the weight of his body made movement difficult.

  Pinned beneath him, I realized I was trapped. He could do anything he wanted to me and I was helpless to resist. The knowledge drove me higher, and by the time he switched from one breast to the other, it felt as if my whole world was going to explode.

  “Please,” I whispered. More than anything, I wanted to touch him, to feel him enter me and stretch my inner muscle to the point of breaking. God, I wanted him to tear off his clothes and fuck me like an animal before my body exploded with need.

  It was as if he didn’t hear me. Instead of taking off his clothes like I wanted, he kissed his way down my abdomen, causing my skin to tingle wherever I touched. His movements were slow and deliberate, and as seconds passed, my desire and anticipation grew. Then he let go of my wrists and slid his fingers underneath my hips.

  “Oh God.” I gasped as he slid his tongue over the edge of my opening. “Yes.” I curled my fingers into my palms as he teased my sensitive skin. Around and around my opening he went, drawing me higher and higher. Then he slid his tongue up to my clit, and I almost jumped off the desk.

  “Oh God. Don’t stop.”

  He continued to work, methodically sliding his wicked tongue over my skin, always coming close, but never touching where I needed him most. I curled my fingers into my hair and moved my hips, trying to find some relief.

  “Please,” I finally begged.

  “Touch your breasts.” His warm breath whispered against my wet skin as he spoke.

  I obeyed his command without thinking, letting out a groan as I tugged and pinched my sensitive nipples. Fresh desire rushed through my center, dampening the space in between my thighs.

  He angled his hands, moving my hips up closer to his mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”

  He dipped his tongue into my opening. It was just the lightest of flicks, but the result was a shockwave of pleasure racing up through my middle.