Page 17 of Royal Bosshole

My whole body was still trembling, and I was hard as a fucking rock, but I tried to pull off the whole calm, icy exterior thing. My military training had helped with that.

Sandy had changed her hair again, this time it was a bright, strawberry red. A little like The Little Mermaid, and it was far too much. She was leaning on the doorjamb, and when she moved, I could tell she was wearing her leather underthings. The rest of her outfit was tight and black, and she wore thick high heels.

Sandy stood tall and did a little hair flick. “It seems you like redheads, then,” she said with a big smile, her filler lips looking a little too swollen. “Or did I misunderstand what had just happened there?”

Her bright red nail polished finger pointed to where Lily had just been standing. My eyes went there too, wishing that Lily was still standing there instead of Sandy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, running my hands through my hair, trying to think about anything else but the taste of Lily or the way she felt under my hands, lips, and tongue. “She’s new to the company.”

“And you just had to taste her, right?” Sandy asked with frustration in her tone.

“None of this is your business. How did you even get up here?” I asked, grabbing my stuff and heading for the door.

“Doorman is still here, of course. Said I had an urgent meeting with the boss upstairs.”

Her hand grabbed my elbow, and I pulled away from her. “Look, Sandy, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. It’s over. I don’t want you anymore. We were just sleeping together; you know that. You can find someone else.”

“But I don’t want anyone else,” she purred like a kitten.

Once upon a time that might have worked with me, but not anymore. Especially not after whatever had just happened with Lily.

“Well, that’s too bad.” I stood at the doorway to my office. “Just go,” I said. “Or I’ll need to call security. I’ll be telling the doormen to not allow you in any longer.”

She put her hands on her hips, staring up at me with narrowed eyes. “You’ll be sorry for this, James Perry.” She shook her finger at me, and I sighed. “I always get my revenge, one way or another.”

She stomped away, and I watched her for a few seconds before I shut the door to my office and went back to sit behind my desk. I didn’t want to get caught in the elevator with her or meet her in the lobby, so I hung back.

As soon as I sat down, I rubbed my hands over my face and let out a long breath. Lily, only minutes before, had been bent over my desk, and I’d been tongue-fucking her pussy. I had to say it in my head a few times before I really believed it. When I’d called her into my office, I’d had no plan, not really.

But I’d spotted her on her own in the office, and I didn’t want her to just leave, not after the day I’d had watching her, listening to her laugh, seeing the way her body moved in her dress. And when she’d come, her wetness in my mouth, I’d almost come myself. She was so limp and perfect, her ass shaking around my face, and I was blown away by it. I’d known it was a bad idea to kiss her afterward, but I had to. Something about her was like a drug, and I’d started to let myself relax, believing that it might be possible to have a little fun with her.

After we’d done what we did, I knew it had to happen again. Now that I’d tasted her, I wouldn’t be able to forget her.

Unless Sandy fucked it up for me.

Once I was married, I planned on keeping my vows, and I’d leave the country anyway. I’d never have to see Lily again. That would make things…easier. But before that, well, anything could happen. Once I found my equilibrium, I stood and grabbed my things again. That was when I saw the square envelope on the desk. I turned it over and noticed my father’s handwriting.

I tore it open and leaned against the desk when I realized what it was. It was my father sending a card to remember the anniversary of my mother’s death. It was tomorrow.

Inside, it read,

Your mother was not the wrong woman. Even if you cannot find the lost princess, I still think you should find the right woman for you, James. She’s out there somewhere.

Dad

I folded up the card and put it in my pocket, an old pain pressing against my heart. My mother’s death anniversary was tomorrow, and I was busy licking pussy and kicking out an ex. I was also busy seducing someone under false pretenses and searching for an impossible-to-find woman. It made me feel like a total dick.

I left the office, remembering that I had boxing to get to. Perhaps I should let Peter kick the shit out of me. I sort of felt like I deserved it.

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LILY

I sat alone at the karaoke bar for a little while, having practically run there from work. It wasn’t far from Coffee on the Go or the coffeeshop, and I’d been far too keyed up to see how Jen had done that day. I’d shot her a text instead, and she sent back:

Things were good today! A trickle of customers. Your new sexy boss came in.

She sent a hearts-in-eyes emoji as well, and I hurriedly texted back.

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