Mr. Bossy (Part One) by Quinn Kaylee

Author:Quinn, Kaylee
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Favor Ford Publishing
Published: 2018-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

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I step out of my Jag and toss the car keys to the valet without a second glance. My gaze swings to Miss Fallon, nervously fidgeting under the awning to Wasabi, one of the hottest restaurants in the city. But nothing looks hotter than my blonde angel in a tight crimson dress that would tempt a devil to every kind of wickedness.

She must notice my palpable hunger because she pivots in my direction. The spin reveals a cut up the side of her dress that shows off an extra few inches of thigh. I'd like to drape her leg over my shoulder as I plunge my cock into her pussy, ram it to the root and spend all my seed, coat her innocent womb with the evidence of my lust and see what grows.

I give my head a slight shake, jaw tightening. I’ve never had these kinds of thoughts before. Never thought of kids, in fact, I’ve always taken every precaution to ensure the opposite.

But something about this woman is different. And I don’t like how out of control she makes me feel.

“What’s the matter?” she asks as I approach. “You look pissed off. Worse than normal. I’m not late. I got here twenty minutes early. Rode the subway in these heels, actually. Thanks for not offering to give me a lift.”

A pulse pounds in my temple. There is a good reason I didn't want to pick her up. Better I don't know where she lives. Better to toy with temptation but not torture myself.

I arch one of my brows, a gesture that could mean anything. She frowns when she sees it, her sky-blue eyes flashing cold and hard like ice, except I don’t miss the hint of fire there too. What would it be like to make her melt in my arms?

I push back the fantasy and instead open the door. “After you.”

She crosses her arms tight to her perfect tits. “Oh, so you are going to be a gentleman after all?”

I flash my most wolfish grin. “I’d rather see if your skirt is as tight from the back as I think it is.”

Her eyes widen, but then she sticks up her chin, and I know before she opens that lush mouth that she is going to slay me.

“I'll let you put your famous Ivy League education to use with an educated guess,” she purrs.

“Educated guess about what?” I'm intrigued.

“Wondering whether I'm wearing a thong or nothing at all.” She gives me a wink and flies past in a cloud of Chanel Number Five.

Omar Abadi joins our table almost as soon as we are seated. He looks in his early forties, handsome—if older and wealthier is a woman’s type. I don’t think much of it until he shakes Skye’s hand, flashing a mouthful of pure white teeth.

“If I had known I'd be dining with a goddess then I would have brought a suitable offering,” he says, bending to kiss her hand. “Two dozen fresh-cut roses. Belgium chocolate. French champagne. First class seats on any of my company jets.

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