Dirty Arrogant Boss by Terri E. Laine
Seven
Molly
Tests.Ovulating. Sleeping with him every night. As the saying went, this shit was getting real. Then I reminded myself about Mom, the stack of bills, and Dad sitting behind bars.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m in.” I pulled my gaze away from my knotted fingers up to his magnificent silver-gray eyes. I found myself drowning in them as my worries about Mom and Dad faded away. All I could remember was Hugh sliding in and out of me, and how amazing the sex had been. I crossed my legs, hoping that would ease the building pressure. “Um…” I cleared my throat. “I also don’t have a problem sleeping with you either.”
A smile grew across his face. “Good. Then shall we proceed?”
“Proceed?”
“With our plans?”
“Oh, right.” My heart thudded in my chest.
“Don’t be nervous, Molly. I can’t be that bad.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“What will I tell Chloe? She’s bound to call and wonder what’s happened to me.”
He leaned across the table and picked up one of my hands. “Don’t worry about Chloe. She no longer works for me. And when the time comes, we’ll figure something out.”
“I wonder why she hasn’t called me,” I mused out loud. I couldn’t believe she’d quit and hadn’t said anything to me.
“Why don’t we run by your place after dinner so you can pack a few things, since you’ll be spending your nights with me?”
My thoughts raced as words froze on my tongue. How awkward was this going to be? I would basically be living with him until my pregnancy was confirmed.
“What’s running around in that head of yours?”
“Nothing, other than figuring out what I need to bring.”
“You sure about that?”
Why was he so observant? “Yes, I’m sure.”
Our food arrived and the waiter asked if we needed anything else. Since my brain was so addled, Hugh had ordered for me. That was something I never let a man do, but he did not disappoint. Sitting before me was a lovely filet mignon and a mouthwatering stuffed baked potato. When I cut into the steak, it was cooked to perfection.
“How is everything?”
“Delicious.” I practically moaned the words. I never ate like this, being on the tight budget that I was.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
I polished off my plate without even noticing that he was watching me eat. At least not until I finished and looked up to see him staring at me. I wiped my mouth with the crisp linen napkin and immediately stared down at my empty plate.
“I’m sorry,” I said in a hushed tone.
“Whatever for?”
“I inhaled my food and didn’t talk much.”
“You enjoyed a good meal and that’s important, especially if you’ll be carrying my child. Besides, I hate to see a woman pick at her food. It’s extremely annoying. You buy a dinner, you ought to eat the damn thing.”
I jerked up to see his mouth twitching with humor, and I laughed with him. He didn’t seem to be an overly lighthearted guy, so I was seeing a different side to him, and I liked it.
“You won’t have to worry about that with me. I enjoy eating, as you can probably tell.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I aimed my thumb toward my hips. “I’m not one of those super skinny girls. That’s all.”
“You look perfect to me and that’s all that counts.”
I took the compliment. I was never happy with my body, but then again, what woman was?
We finished our wine and Hugh paid the bill. For once, I didn’t worry about the price of the meal. What a great feeling it was, too.
Hugh escorted me outside and we waited for the valet to return with his car.
“No driver tonight?” I asked as we waited.
“No, I drove.”
A few minutes later, a silver Bentley pulled up. Hugh helped me inside and the scent of leather filled my nostrils. I’d never been in a car this fancy, other than the limo that had brought me here. Too bad this was only going to be temporary.
“Nice wheels,” I said.
“Thanks.” He pressed a button and we sped off toward my apartment. It didn’t take long to get there, as the restaurant was fairly close. I would’ve liked to stay in the car because the seats were more comfortable than my bed.
“You coming up, or do you want to just wait out here?” I asked.
“I’ll join you, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind. I promise to be quick.”
We went inside and I threw some items into a small suitcase, like makeup, shampoo, a blow dryer, and then clothing I’d need for the next day for work. It didn’t take long at all.
On the way back to Hugh’s, I said, “Good thing I don’t have a cat.”
“Why’s that?”
“I’d have to bring him along.”
“You could’ve done that. I like pussy,” he said with a poker face.
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe you said that.”
“It’s true.” Then I noticed the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“You don’t laugh much, do you?” I asked.
He gave me a sidelong glance for a second, then turned his gaze back to the road. “Why do you ask?”
“Because you seem so serious.”
“I laugh.”
“Not much. Admit it.”
“All right. You’re correct. I don’t,” he said.
“Why not?” It made me curious about him.
He drummed his fingers on the wheel. “I’m usually preoccupied with work.”
“Stressful, huh?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t know where to begin, but you don’t need to hear it.”
“If you ever want to talk, I’m available. I’m pretty sure my picture appears under the word ‘stress’ in the dictionary, so I can probably relate. Maybe not in the same sense, but stress is stress, yeah?”
He checked me out again and nodded. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
I became aware of the part of town we had entered when Hugh turned into a parking garage. “Is this where you live?”
“In the building adjacent to this. Pay close attention because if you ever drive here, you’ll have a designated parking spot.”
I watched to see where we went and noticed that every spot was numbered. When we got out of the car, Hugh pointed to the space that would be mine. “Right there. That will be assigned to you for as long as we’re together.”
“Okay.” I couldn’t imagine driving my clunker up here. It wasn’t exactly a clunker, but compared to all the other cars it was. There was more money parked here than I’d ever have in my bank account for the rest of my life.
Hugh placed his hand on my back and led me to a walkway that connected to the next building. Then we stepped into an elevator. He used a key card, passed it over an electronic pad, and pushed the PH button. Shit. He lived in the freakin’ penthouse.
The elevator opened up into a foyer, which led to another set of doors. On the wall was a keypad, and he entered a series of numbers. When we heard the beep, we walked through into the most magnificent room I’d ever seen. It rivaled the house where I’d met him.
“Whoa. This is unreal.” I headed straight to the glass wall that overlooked the city. The room was huge and very modern, but it was the view that captured my attention.
“This is exactly why I bought the place. Once I saw the view, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Then he turned to me and said, “You enhance it that much more.”
Gone was the businessman and in his place was the guy who’d swept me away. Contracts were forgotten as his mouth took possession of mine. The only thing spinning around in my head was that I wanted—needed—this man.
Both of his hands gripped my ass and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as he walked me to his bedroom. I was so into the kiss, I didn’t notice my surroundings. Damn, the man could kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, twisting up my emotions in the process. My stomach was alive with a million fluttering butterflies, and my skin was on fire for his touch.
He set me on the bed, and I kicked off my shoes. My dress was up to my thighs as he spread my legs wide. Heat rolled off me as the passion flared between us. His smooth skin was begging to be touched, so I sank my nails into the collar of his shirt and pulled with all my might. The buttons went flying, pinging off the wooden floor.
“I really liked that shirt.”
“I didn’t,” I said. “It was in the way.” His throaty chuckle sent shivers racing across my skin. “See, I knew you could laugh.”
He tugged my dress and bra down, exposing a diamond-hard nipple. “Only you seem to be able to make me laugh.”
“Your laugh does this to me.” I pointed to my erect nipple.
“Then I’ll have to laugh more. I didn’t know it had that kind of effect on you.” His lips clamped down, sucking hard, and I moaned. I pinched the other one, because I was so ready for him to make me his. This dress was too cumbersome and only getting in the way, so I shimmied my hips, trying to get the thing off.
“Are you that impatient?” he asked.
“I want to be naked with you.”
“Let me do the honors.” He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it off. My bra followed next, freeing my aching nipples. I was left lying in my thong as he stared at me. I reached for his belt, but he stepped away, taking his time by teasing me while he stripped.
“You’re not fair.”
“Who said anything about being fair?”
I licked my lips when his rock-hard cock sprang free of its prison and my mouth immediately watered. Sitting up, I motioned for him to come closer. “Let me suck you off.”
“As much as I would love that, there’s not a chance in hell I’m wasting a drop of my sperm down that pretty throat of yours.”
His comment reminded me all too well that this was merely a business transaction to him, another contractual obligation. I nodded and lay back down.
He tugged my thong off, and his mouth dove down onto my pussy. He was out to conquer and that he did. His tongue worked me over like I’d never been. Every part of me was expertly massaged until I fired off two orgasms. Only my mind had wandered off into the land of obligations. I had hoped we’d crossed a bridge, spanned a gap where maybe we could work something out. If we did have a child together, I wanted us to be more than casual acquaintances.
“On your knees, Molly. I want to give it to you hard.”
But he was wrong. He’d already given it to me. In the form of a check. Or so I thought.
His thick, hard cock slowly, achingly entered me and stole my breath away. I’d thought I was prepared, but I was wrong. Hugh Hampton turned me into a fuck monster. When he started moving to that rhythm, I lost all sense and the only thing I could think of was the pleasure he was giving me. It was sublime.
“Yes, yes, just like that.” He was touching me in places no man had ever done.
He mounded up some pillows then pushed me down on them. “Here, how’s this?”
“Perfect. Fuck me hard.”
“How hard?”
“As hard as you can.”
And he did. He drilled into me over and over as I yelled out my orgasm. “Ahhh, that’s so goooood.”
He kept going. “I love going bare with you, baby. You’re the only woman I’ve done this with.”
“Oh, yesss.”
“Molly, use your hand. I’m close and I want to feel you squeeze my cock as I come. I want you to take all of me.”
I did as he asked and brought myself to another climax. He came when I did, shouting my name.
About that time, my phone rang. My purse, which had been on my shoulder, was on the bed with us and my phone had fallen out of the front pocket. I grabbed it to shut it off, but then I saw who was calling. “Shit, it’s Chloe.”
“Don’t worry, just let it go to voicemail.”
“Yeah, I will.”
But then a text came through right after and it too was from Chloe.
Damn, girl, who are you doing tonight? He sure must be something from the sounds of it. Haha. Thanks for the butt dial.