Submitting to the Boss (12 page)

“Yes, Holt.”

Christ, she made his balls ache with need
when she agreed to anything he asked. Ruby was a me-me-me kind of
woman, but with him, she’d follow any order he issued.

“Then fuck me right now. Because I’ll die in
the next second if you don’t.”

* * * * *

Ruby was completely combustible.
I’ll die
in the next second if you don’t.

She wasn’t disposable or interchangeable. She
was the only one for Holt. And he didn’t even want to use a condom.
He
trusted
her.

“Yes, Holt,” she repeated.
Anything you
want, Holt, everything you want.
“Please fuck me now. I need it
bad.” She didn’t even wait for him to initiate, holding his cock
aloft, rising over him. Then Ruby slammed down, taking him
deep.

“Oh God.” She groaned. “You’re so good. So
big. So perfect. Baby, baby, baby.” Words fell from her lips. She
didn’t care what she was saying or how much it revealed. He wanted
to fuck her without a condom. She wasn’t dirty; she was
special.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “This pussy is
mine. I’ll loan it out, but it’s mine. You’ll always come back to
me. Only me. Always me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, bouncing on
him, flexing her muscles around him. He made her see stars.

“I’ll watch you, then I’ll fuck you, show you
you’re mine. Every time.”

He cupped her butt and hauled her so close
that his body rubbed her clit as she rode him. Inside, his cock
stroked her G-spot. The dual friction was heavenly. His flesh was
smooth, warm, slick, and perfect without a barrier between
them.

It was slow, inexorable pleasure. Ruby
wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face against his crisp
hair. “Holt, Holt, Holt.” She loved saying his name. She loved
being his woman.

In the midst of that sweet thought, as if
finally belonging to one man was all she’d ever wanted, Ruby turned
inside out, coming hard, wailing, crying, letting everything
go.

Deep in her body, she felt the pulse of his
orgasm, his warmth shooting to her most secret, tender places. Holt
filled
her in a way no other man ever had.

When he was done, he didn’t let her go. He
held on as if he’d meant every word he’d whispered to her.

“He gave me a big order because you fucked
him so well,” he said against her hair, holding her tight when she
tried to pull back. Inside her, his cock flexed.

She could barely remember Mr. Gorton now.
There was only Holt looking at her, Holt licking her while the
man’s cock penetrated her, Holt cleaning the come away and making
her climax all over again. It was an act of ownership, as if he was
claiming her by licking away the remnants of another man’s
possession.

“All you had to do was find him a woman?” she
asked.

“I had to find him the
perfect
woman.”
He pulled back to spear her with his gaze. “There was no other
woman who would do.”

He’d given her to his customer, used her like
a prostitute. And Ruby felt giddy inside. “How big was the
order?”

“A million dollars.”

He took her breath away.

“Isn’t it nice to know you’re worth a million
dollars, my sweet?”

It was hot. A million dollars. What woman
wouldn’t love that?

But it wasn’t the best. The best was
belonging to Holt.

* * * * *

Holt took her home with him that night. On
Sunday he did all manner of filthy, delightful things to her: tied
her up, blindfolded her, used the vibrator on her, forced her to
suck him, fucked her, brought her champagne in the tub, made her
cook for him—which wasn’t her strong suit, but Holt didn’t seem to
mind.

He took her back to her apartment early
Monday morning for a change to workday clothes. When she finally
arrived at the office half an hour late, she loved the weekend’s
sexy secret between them.

“Ruby, in my office,” Holt barked over the
intercom at a quarter to nine. With the sound of his voice, she was
suddenly wet and slightly dizzy with desire.

Seated at his desk, Holt wore a dark suit,
white shirt, and silver tie that complemented his hair. “Gorton
will be here at nine.”

She’d arranged the whole plant tour. “I
know.”

“Are you ready for anything?” There was a
note of wariness in the way he asked it, the way he looked at
her.

Something was up. Did he expect her to fuck
Gorton in his office? Or another situation entirely? “I’m ready.”
God, she was ready for anything where Holt was concerned. And she
wasn’t uncomfortable with the thought of seeing Mr. Gorton after
what they’d done on Saturday. It was another of those sexy secrets
she’d enjoy.

“Even if you find you don’t like it?” Holt
continued the query.

What exactly was he trying to tell her? “Yes,
I’m okay with anything.”

He sat back, smiled, tapping his fingers on
the arms of his chair. “Good.”

Okay, he had her going again. Holt had never
mixed business with pleasure. Yet he’d called her into his office
and spanked her. Then he’d given her to a potential customer. She
had no clue what he’d make her do next. The excitement had her on
the edge of her seat.

At nine o’clock, the receptionist buzzed her
and said formally, “Mr. Gorton’s here for Mr. Montgomery.”

Ruby lost her breath all over again,
practically tripping over her high heels as she rushed out to the
lobby.

The man was...squat. And bald. Not that she
had anything against bald, but this man was six inches shorter,
fifty pounds heavier, and ten years older than he’d been on
Saturday night.

It wasn’t the same Mr. Gorton at all. Holt
had tricked her. She wasn’t worth a million dollars.

Chapter Thirteen

Ruby fumed as she showed
Mr. Gorton
into Holt’s office. She fumed at Holt’s wicked grin. She fumed
during the plant tour and the lunch she brought in for them. She
fumed until the interminable day was over and she faced Holt over
his desk.

She gave him her full glare. “You lied to
me.”

He merely gave her that devilish grin again.
Ruby wanted to slap it off his face. “That wasn’t Mr. Gorton,” she
said through gritted teeth.

“Correction.” He shifted his gaze to the door
through which Mr. Gorton had recently exited. “
That
was Mr.
Gorton.” He raised a brow. “The man you met on Saturday was
not.”

“Who was
he
then?”

“An actor I hired to play a role.” Holt
hadn’t stopped smiling.

So he’d
paid
a man to fuck her. She
wasn’t worth a million dollars at all. “Then there was no contract
at stake.”

Holt tipped his head, for the first time
seeming to realize he hadn’t properly anticipated her reaction,
irrespective of
what he’
d said to her when
he’d first arrived that morning. “You know I don’t mix business
with pleasure.”

Her voice rose despite the fact that the door
was still open. “Well, you’re fucking your secretary every
lunchtime in your office.
That’s
mixing business and
pleasure.”

He held up a finger. “Correction. The lunch
hour is
our
time, and during that period, you’re my sex
slave, not my secretary.”

She didn’t have an answer for that. He
had
scrupulously adhered to the time
clock, never touching her even one minute after the workday had
started or ended or before lunch began. Yet she couldn’t get over
the fact that the best sex of her life had been a lie. “But
why
did you trick me?” The question came out softer and more
poignant than she’d meant it to.

“You needed to feel like you’d been
prostituted for my benefit,” he answered simply. Then he tipped his
head. “The real Mr. Gorton wasn’t quite what I had in mind for you.
I wanted something better, something hotter.” He stopped, letting
his meaning sink in. “An experience you’d never forget.”

It
had
been incredible, everything,
while he’d watched her masturbate, as he’d licked another man’s
come off her body, when he’d taken her himself, all of it. Yet
there was one thing she couldn’t get over. “But I wasn’t worth the
million dollar contract.”

Holt crooked his finger at her. “Come
here.”

She obeyed like she always did, rounding his
desk as he pushed his chair back, turned and spread his thighs for
her to stand between. Pheromones and testosterone wafted off him,
and despite everything, her blood started to hum. It didn’t matter
that she was looking down on him; he was the one on top.

“The million dollars would have been for the
company. But I paid for
you
on Saturday. My own money.”

“How much?” She didn’t even hate herself for
asking.

“Five thousand dollars.”

Ruby gasped. It was better than jewelry.
Better than a shopping spree. Or a trip to Paris. It was even
better than a million dollar contract. Of course, one could say
that he’d had to pay five thousand dollars to get another man to
fuck her, but Ruby saw it the way
he
meant it—Holt had paid
five thousand to give her the best night of her life. No, she
wasn’t worth a million; she was worth far more.

“So,” he continued softly, “tonight you will
come to my house, you will lay down on my table, let me tie you up,
blindfold you, and do any dirty thing I wish to.” He waited a beat.
“And you’ll love every minute of it.”

He understood her so well. “Yes, Holt.”

For the first time since she was little more
than a teenager, Ruby almost said the magic words and actually
meant them.
I love you.

* * * * *

Since that moment in his office after Mr.
Gorton left, Ruby had let Holt do anything he wanted. She loved the
tying up, the spankings, the blindfold—she’d even let him use the
ball gag on her—and he’d made her savor every moment of her
punishment. And what was the punishment for anyway? Oh yeah, for
breaking Clay’s rules.

She relished breaking Holt’s rules.
If
she had full permission. That wasn’t really the contradiction it
sounded like. “How shall I disappoint you now, Master, so that you
have to punish me later?”
Master
, it made her think of the
old TV show
I Dream of Jeannie
, and she smiled.

Snuggled against him in his big bed, she
twirled a finger in the soft gray down on his chest. Last night,
Monday, after that long day with Mr. Gorton, Holt had been true to
his word, doing delectably dirty things to her. Then he’d ordered
her to spend the night. Not that she needed an order to do that;
she’d been waiting for the invitation. Then the same thing tonight,
he’d wanted her to stay. Ruby had never been happier to oblige.

“You break
my
rules”—Holt tipped her
chin to make sure she was getting him—“and you won’t like the
punishment.”

Ruby wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t about to
test him on it. She’d tested Clay, and her life had blown up in her
face. “”Of course I won’t unless you tell me to.” She settled back
down, head on his chest again. “But tell me what you want,” she
cajoled. “Doing two men for your pleasure? Maybe performing in a
sex club?”

Holt’s laugh rumbled against her ear. “You
have the filthiest mind and I love it.”

He hadn’t said he loved
her
. But she
hadn’t said anything aloud either. It was far too soon, though Ruby
didn’t plan to let this man slip through her fingers.

“While I’m away, you are
not
to play.
Do I make myself clear?”

He was flying out to P
hoe
nix in the morning for the investors’ conference.
He’d be back Saturday night. She’d helped him pack and set his golf
clubs by the front door before they’d crawled into bed. It was so
domestic; Ruby had loved it. The conference was short, only three
and a half days, including golf on Saturday. Some of these shindigs
lasted a week, but no one missed the Saturday morning game. Deals
were always made over golf. The resort was exclusive, with a
difficult course that was highly regarded.

Holt hadn’t asked her to accompany him. There
was nothing pressing at the office, so she could have gone. But she
wasn’t about to ask. Clay was attending, and it could be awkward.
She understood that.

“Can I play with myself?” she asked, only the
tiniest edge in her voice.

“Only when I call you for phone sex.”

That brightened her up. Holt gave such good
phone sex.

“Will you drive me to the airport in the
morning?” he asked.

That boosted her even more. It was such a
wifely thing to do. It didn’t even matter that he had a six thirty
flight, which meant she’d have to get up at four, because God
forbid she should leave the house without her makeup on or her hair
done. Ruby didn’t care. “Of course I will.”

She swallowed nervously, but asked the next
question anyway. “Shall I stay here so I can be available for
whatever dirty things you want to do to me the moment you arrive
home?”

She felt Holt’s shrug. “No. My daughter’s
coming this weekend. So you’ll have the weekend to yourself.” He
stroked her arm. “Except perhaps for a little phone sex.”

Cassandra was coming. It was the first Ruby
had heard. “You can’t have loud phone sex with your daughter in the
house,” she said for lack of anything better, and she certainly
didn’t want to be silent on the subject. That would make it sound
like she was bothered that he hadn’t invited her to dine with them
both. But she
was
bothered. It made her feel like she was
just
the secretary he was banging on the side, with very
little emotion involved.

“I’ll hold it all in until Monday night,”
Holt said. So Monday they’d be back on again. She would
not
let it bother her. It was good to keep their affair secret for now,
at least until they decided how to handle everyone at work.