Title: My Hot Boss
Author: Betty Shreffler
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2017
From the moment I
met Grayson Cole, I knew he was someone I wanted to let in my panties and
maybe, even in my heart. One night, one sexy-as-sin kiss, and several drinks
later, our incredible evening turns into a disaster and I’m apologizing for the
vomit spatter on his fancy, black shoes. I never thought I’d see him again
after that, no matter how many nights I spent wishing I would. Until a month
later, he waltzes into my office as—MY NEW, HOT BOSS. I’m so screwed.
She was meant to be
a fun f*ck. That’s all I wanted. That’s all I needed. But Emma Williams could
never be just that for me. The quirky, brunette vixen challenges me at every
opportunity. My desire to have her has me working for her affections, like I’ve
never done before. What is this woman doing to me? Not only am I her Boss, but
I don’t do feelings. There’s only one way I see this ending. I’m f*cked for
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erotic book in my hand is barely distracting me from the stunning woman lying
in my bed. Her dark, wavy hair is cascading over the pillow and the sheet
barely covers her. From my chair, I have a perfect view of the curve of her
back, narrow waist, and luscious ass. She groans as she moves and my cock
hardens from the sound. She’s learned I have certain tastes in the bedroom. I’d
never belittle or hurt a woman, but I do like some kink. No doubt she’s a
little sore from the vibrator I used. If the sounds of her moans and the two
orgasms meant anything, I’d say she liked it very much. My lips curve from the
memory of her face when I brought it out and then again when she reached her
Reaching down, I adjust my semi into a more comfortable position.
Little does Emma know how often she gives me a hard on. It’s like I’m a fucking
teenager again with an uncontrollable snake in my pants that becomes alert and
ready anytime it gets a whiff of her pussy.
What’s even more confusing is what I’m feeling for her. I’ve
never been patient with sex. I’ve seduced, got what I wanted, and moved on.
It’s been this way for years. No woman has ever mattered enough that I wanted
to be patient, careful, and even considerate of her emotions. But Emma’s inside
my head, an itch I can’t satisfy until I have her, all of her. With her, I want
to take the seduction slowly. I’m enjoying it. She appreciates everything I do,
and I find myself upping the ante just to win her affections.
Fear isn’t something a man likes to admit to others, let
alone to himself, but I feel it. It’s there. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. I want
her to trust me because if she gives me her trust, I’ll have her. But, then
what? She’ll be another conquest and I’ll what, get bored like I always do,
lose interest? Or will it be me that burns? If I let her in, I’ll have to
change. I’ll have to give her the trust I know she’ll want from me. Am I even
capable of giving it, of loving someone?
She stirs in her sleep and I watch her. Emma has no idea
she’s the first woman to have stayed the night with me. It’s probably why I’m
up at two a.m. reading because I can’t sleep. Not with her lying next to me,
smelling like sex and jasmine, and breathing so peacefully it pains me to look
“Grayson,” her voice is a sleepy whisper.
I continue watching her move. The sheet falls from her
breasts as she sits up and turns to face me. The question in her eyes kills me.
She’s concerned why I’m not in bed with her. Stepping from the bed, she
approaches. Her dark, little patch above her pink lips annihilates my remaining
control over my cock.
“Can’t sleep?” she asks, her voice so sweet it breaks me.
I extend my arm and she slides onto my lap and lies against
my chest, like we’ve been doing this for years. The scent of jasmine fills my
nostrils and I lean against her hair, breathing her in. The touch of my hand
caressing her back releases a pleasured moan from her lips. Lips that can
easily bring me to my knees, if I’m not careful.
“Sorry to wake you. I read when I can’t sleep.”
Laying her head on my shoulder, she looks at my book. “What
are you reading?”
“Undo This Night.”
“Will you read it to me?”
The corner of my mouth raises. “You want me to read it out
loud to you?”
She giggles and the sound widens my smile.
This is unexpected, but I like it. She continues to surprise
me. I can never predict what Emma will do, and it’s something I adore about
her. She keeps me on top of my game.
“From the beginning or where I’m at?”
“Where you’re at.”
My attention returns to the book. “I raise Tiffany’s ass
in the air and slap it once, twice then spread her cheeks. Reaching for the
condom I tossed on the bed, I sheath it over my cock, then rub against her
pink, tiny hole. Looking over her shoulder at me tells me she wants me to fuck
her hard. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen her and by the needy look in her
eyes, she knows I won’t be gentle.”
Emma’s hand reaches into my sweatpants and circles my raging
hard on. Each stroke makes it harder to focus on the words.
“I slam into her tight pussy and latch onto her hips,
using them as leverage to fuck the moans right out of her mouth.”
Emma pushes the book out of her way and straddles me with
her knees tucked into the cushion of my chair. Her mouth slams down on mine and
I toss the book to who-fucking-cares where. Lifting her from the chair, I wrap
her legs around me and pull her ass up against my aching erection and move her
“Grayson, I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“No other men, Emma. If you’re with me, you’re with only me.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
Laying her on the bed, she watches as I remove my
sweatpants. My cock is at attention and her eyes go right to it. She moistens
her bottom lip and it jumps at the sight of it. The last time that tongue
touched my dick, she stole a chunk of my heart. Wicked little thing she is.
“Let me get a condom.” I move toward the dresser and she
extends her legs, trapping me between them.
“Don’t need one. I’m on the pill.”
My chest tightens. Sex without a condom is something I don’t do.
Fuck me, she’s got me between a rock and a soft, little pussy I’m dying to
feel. I turn to her and crawl above her on the bed. “Just this once. I want to
feel you come all over my cock.”
Her gray eyes are locked on mine and her mouth tilts into a
lascivious grin. I close the space between us and kiss her. Spreading her legs,
my dick slides across her slick pussy. She’s already soaking wet for me. I
raise my hips and plunge into her.
Cock-melting heat surrounds me, she’s so tight I barely have
to move to get the friction I need. Pushing in further, she lets out a whimper.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, you feel incredible.”
“Emma, I want to give you slow and sensual, but I don’t
think I can. I want to fuck you until you’re calling out my name.”
“Please, fuck me,” she begs.
Her needy plea puts me into action. One hand takes hold of
her neck and the other tucks under her leg, raising it as I thrust into her
hard. Every time I pull out and slam into her, I feel the blood racing to my
groin. The familiar tingle is at my back; she’s spewing cuss words and calling
out my name. Another thrust and her orgasm pours over me and it feels perfect.
My jaw clenches and I release into her. It’s a high I’ve
never had and the moment it happens, I know I’m ruined. There’s no way I can go
back to a condom with her.
Lying on the bed, she’s sprawled out across my body in a
deep sleep with her head tucked into my neck. My fingers are combing through
her hair and I’m watching the ceiling, replaying different scenarios in my
head. Every single one ends with the same fear—one of us getting hurt.
Betty Shreffler is a
bestselling author of paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary
romance. She writes sexy and suspenseful stories with hot alphas and
kickass heroines with twists you don’t expect. She also writes beautiful and
sexy romances with tough women and their journeys at finding love. Betty is a
mix of country, nerdy, sassy, sweet and a whole lot of sense of humor.
She’s a fan of photography, reading, watching movies, hiking, traveling,
drinking wine, and all things romantic. She lives with her amazing hubs and
five fur babies; two rescue pups and three cats. If she’s not writing or doing
book events, then you can find her behind the lens of a camera, in the woods,
or sipping wine behind a deliciously steamy book.
I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl