After he lost me in the auction, he fired off a series of forty-seven texts about how I couldn’t actually go through with this, and he wouldn’t let me do it.

  I had to inform George that—contrary to his delusional beliefs—we are actually not in any sort of relationship, and never were.

  And he therefore has no say in what I will be doing in my own personal relationships.

  Anyways, I finish spinning around, and my eyes land on guess who.

  My boss, Jack Huston, stands in the doorframe.

  His stare is dead focused on me. And he looks devilishly handsome in the suit he wears.

  Why does he always look so damn handsome?

  And why is he always wearing a suit?

  “Looks like he found you,” Sarah says.

  She glances at me then at Jack. “Should I go?”

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I answer as Jack steps toward us.

  Mix It Up is a lot less busy on Sunday night than it was the night before. In fact, it’s practically empty tonight aside from us, the bartender, and a couple of guys playing pool off to the side.

  “I guess I’ll pay my tab,” Sarah says, glancing at Jack then signaling to the bartender.

  “I’ll take care of it,” Jack says.

  He pulls out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and hands it to the bartender.

  Sarah stares at him in disbelief for a moment then grabs her purse and walks outside.

  “Well hello again, Mr. Asshole,” I say, and as soon as the words come out, even I’m surprised by how chirpy they sound.

  “Nice to see you too,” he growls, giving me a onceover. “Your dress looks fucking smoking.”

  I can’t help the fact that goosebumps form on my shoulders when he glares at me.

  The way he mentions fucking smoking, it’s so nonchalant, it almost feels like an insult even though I know it’s a compliment.

  My panties might melt right off me from the superman, searing intensity of his eyes on me.

  Except that today, I’m wearing a thong instead of regular panties.

  But “thong melting” just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

  “I want to talk to you,” he says.

  I furrow my brow, and readjust my hair. “So talk.”

  His eyes shoot to the bartender, flit to the guys playing pool, and land back on me.

  “I mean privately. Let’s go.”

  He tips his chin in the direction of the basement, down where Bilbo took me last night.

  I don’t budge. “Oh, so now that you paid two hundred thousand dollars, you can just order me to do whatever you want?”

  He smiles a little. Not the reaction I was expecting.

  “First of all. This conversation isn’t about the money.”

  “It’s not?”

  “No. You coming?”

  He extends a hand to me.

  I shrug, and get up from the barstool. “Here goes nothing, I guess.”

  As he unlocks the door, I find my curiosity soaring. “So if this isn’t about the money, then what’s it about?” I ask as we walk down the stairs.

  I hold on tight to Jack’s hand to avoid stumbling in my ridiculously high heels.

  He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he waits until we’re all the way into the basement, leads me to the couch and sits down on the opposite end from me.

  “Last night. You asked me a question. I never responded,” he says.

  He seems strangely tense.

  “You mean when I just asked you, tell me about Jack Huston?”

  “No, not that question. I mean when you asked me about what’s haunting me.”

  I swallow. “Oh. You mean the question you ignored right before you gave me my fivegasm?”

  He does a double take. “Did you just say ‘fivegasm?’”

  I shrug then toss my head back laughing. “Might have been a sixgasm. I can’t be sure.”

  He chuckles a little, still not losing the seriousness of his attitude right now.

  “I am an asshole. I admit it.”

  I shrug, and sling my legs up on the couch.

  Jack eyes me but doesn’t do anything about my feet on the couch.

  “Well that’s a start at least. Is this an apology?”

  “It’s an explanation.”

  He heaves a sigh and just looks at me for a minute or so. What is it about Jack that makes his eyes seem like they go a mile deep.

  Into a land of rich cinnamon swirls.

  He takes off my heels, unstrapping them but staring at me most of the while.

  * * *

  “So what’s the explanation?” I demand.

  He leans back, lowers his eyes to my feet and works his thumbs and fingers into the skin of my soles.

  It feels amazing.

  “You asked me what was haunting me. I never told you. But the reason’s got nothing to do with you. Three years ago, I had it all. My business was booming. I was engaged to the girl of my dreams.”

  “Cara.”

  “Yes, Cara. We were skirting along, happy as ever.” His expression turns downcast. “And then she died. In a car accident.”

  Chills roll over me, so palpable I wiggle in my seat.

  “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “I know. And I know you can relate. Obviously.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me this yesterday?”

  His body language stiffens. “This whole thing has happened so damn fast, Stacy. Friday morning, what we did in the office—I don’t do shit like that with my employees. But when I saw what you were writing, and when you walked in, it was like I couldn’t control myself. I had to have you.”

  His last phrase comes out a little curt, like he’s growling it, and my heartbeat quickens just thinking about how I was feeling on Friday morning.

  No one could ever take me in that way again. Make me feel as aroused as Jack did.

  Jack runs his hand ever so slowly up my calf and stops it at my thigh. He pushes my legs up just slightly, and I burn with desire.

  Okay, so this is not a past tense thing.

  No one can make me feel as aroused as Jack can.

  “I don’t know what the fuck this is, exactly,” he continues. “I know what you think of me. But I’m not the type of guy who fucks his employees. And in fact, I haven’t been with a woman in too long.”

  “Why not?”

  His eyes glaze over.

  “When Cara died, I was so angry, I had no reason to talk to other girls. What was I going to do, casually fuck girls to make me forget about the love of my life? Like that ever fucking worked.”

  I swallow. “So you haven’t been with a woman in three years?”

  “No.”

  “Wow,” is all I can remark, as I process this information.

  I take my legs out of Jack’s lap. Shockwaves rock through me that a man as handsome as Jack Huston has been denying women everywhere. But at the same time, everything sort of falls into place.

  What kind of man gives orgasms but doesn’t take them? Or goes down on a girl but kicks her out before she can even reciprocate?

  A conflicted man.

  “This probably isn’t the type of shit you’re used to dealing with,” Jack continues.

  I scoot closer to him on the couch and rub my hand along the top of his thigh over his pants.

  “You might be an asshole,” I say, looking him in the eye. “But you’re a good man, too. Sometimes.”

  “Sometimes.” He winks, and then grabs my wrist. “And I don’t know what you’re doing right now, but you’re about to turn me into a very bad man if you keep touching me like that.”

  I lower my eyes to his leg, and see clearly that his erection is expanding along his right leg.

  I kneel between his legs on the couch and give him my best fuck-me eyes.

  “What if I like it when you’re bad?”

  He runs his tongue over his lips. “Stacy, once I’m out of the cage—fuck. I don’t even know what could happen. All bets are off.”

  “Oh? You mean if I do this?”

  I unbutton and unzip his pants, reach under his briefs, and grab his cock.

  “Stacy,” he breathes. “I’m serious. All bets are off if you keep doing what you’re doing.”

  “Oh, you mean like you might fuck me? Take my virginity right now? I dare you,” I tease as I run my tongue along my teeth.

  “Fuck it’s hot when you talk like that. I just might.”

  I pull his pants down a little bit so his cock is totally exposed. I take hold of the base.

  “Wow. It’s big. It’s nice,” I say.

  He winks. “I know.”

  I giggle. “Asshole.”

  His head arches back as I run my tongue along his shaft. He breathes hard.

  I take him in my mouth and he grabs my hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting in the way.

  “Holy fucking hell, Stacy.” He groans as I move my mouth back and forth, wetting his cock and working it. “I thought you said you were a virgin.”

  I look up at him, holding his cock and grinning slyly.

  “I am a virgin. Must be basic instinct.”

  Before he can respond, I encompass his cock with my mouth again, swirling the precum in my mouth as I suck him off. He’s as hard as a rock, and he’s big, so I can’t go very far down on him.

  “That’s right. Just like that. Good girl,” he says, and I get wetter with every word he says. I love the way his powerful, heavy hands feel just draped across my shoulders.

  “We need to get you the fuck out of this dress,” he says in a low voice.

  I stand up, and so does he.

  I lift my dress over my head and off. He takes off his shoes, his suit, shirt, and briefs.

  “This too,” he says, touching my bra.

  “What about this?” I ask, pointing to my thong.

  “The thong stays.” He smirks. “For now.”

  My breath quickens, my skin tingles. “Are we really going to do this?”

  “Do what?”

  “Are you going to get your two hundred thousand dollar prize right now?” I ask.

  He brushes a hand through my hair. “I think we both know this was never about the money.”

  “I know,” I whisper. “I’ve wanted this since I started working for you. Are we going to...on the couch?” I ask.

  Jack smiles then walks over to a bookshelf on one of the walls in the basement. He presses a button, and to my amazement, the bookshelf spins and reveals a full other room.

  It’s a bed, and there are a series of whips, flogs, and even chains lined up on the sides of the room.

  I swallow. “What are we going to do?”

  He looks at me dead on. “I’m going to ravage that pussy, Stacy.”

  I feel how wet I am, how much I want this.

  He takes me by the hand, and walks me over to the bed.

  “So let me get this straight. You just have a secret sex dungeon in the basement of Mix It Up?”

  “Yep.” He grins. “I own this bar and I had this put in a long time ago. Didn’t you know that?”

  “Well alright, then.” I figure this is not the time to go into the details of why he has such a dungeon.

  Jack looks a little ridiculous, especially standing naked with a huge erection sticking straight out. I can’t help but wonder, where is all of that going to go inside me?

  “You ready, baby?” he asks calmly.

  I sit down on the bed and lean back. “Yes.”

  He lies down on the bed with me, and we lean on our sides for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

  “You sure?” He grins, running a hand down the flesh of my hip then lands a finger on my clit. “I know you wanted to plan this out, to the minute.”

  “So you don’t have a plan right now?” I ask through hazy eyes.

  “Fuck plans,” he growls. “I improvise.”

  I purr as he twirls his finger on my clit, butterflies massing in my stomach.

  This is really it.

  It’s not the Cinderella ending I’d hoped for with my first college girlfriend.

  But maybe not everyone is meant to have a Cinderella ending to their story.

  And I’ve never been so insanely attracted and drawn to a man in my life. He’s magnetic.

  I lean over to his ear and whisper, “I want to know what it’s like to feel a man inside me.”

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, his voice deep and throaty.

  “Please, just take me,” I say. “I’m begging you.”

  The look of a lion in his eyes, he flips me to my back. He kneels between my legs his huge throbbing cock hanging between his legs.

  “Fuck, I need a rubber,” he mutters.

  “Wait,” I whisper. “I’m on the pill.”

  He arches an eyebrow. “You serious?”

  I nod. “And normally wouldn’t do this. But you haven’t had sex since...”

  “Cara. No.”

  “And I trust you. And I want to feel you.”

  “Raw,” he growls.

  “Yes.”

  He pushes my legs apart, spreading them in the air.

  I’m dizzy as he slaps his cock against my throbbing clit. It’s thick, and it feels heavier than I expected.

  “Just fuck me, Jack. Please. Fuck me gentle. But fuck me good.”

  My eyeballs roll up as he presses his cock into me, starting with the first couple of inches.

  “That a girl. Just relax.” He runs his hand through my hair as he leans forward.

  “I’m trying,” I breathe. “It’s hard.”

  “Yeah it is, baby. You’re tight.”

  “I know,” I say.

  Just then, we lock eyes. He grins, and I giggle. “Yes. So tight.”

  It seems so ridiculous, so stereotypical for a man to say that right as he’s entering me for the first time. But it’s true.

  Letting out a chuckle makes me relax a little bit, and I feel him enter me with a few more inches of his hard dick. Slowly, he begins rocking back and forth while I get used to him.

  “Do you like how that feels?” he asks, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “I’m getting used to it.”

  He works slowly for a few minutes. I run my hand along his abs, and lightly hold on to his waist as he thrusts into me.

  I can tell he is holding back.

  He’s checking on me, staring at my face and feeling all over my body, to make sure I’m not tightening up.

  “Ohh,” I mutter, my body tensing.

  He stops thrusting and threads his hand gently through my hair.

  “I’m okay,” I say, grabbing hold of the back of his neck. “I’m fine. Really I am.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes,” I mutter. “I guess the last couple of days, you broke me in with your fingers. Can you go harder?”

  He grins, still thrusting into me slowly. “Harder is my middle name, now that you mention it.”

  “Stop joking,” I say. “And just fuck me.”

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  I feel Jack’s hard cock all the way inside me, and let out a yelp.

  He was certainly right about that.

  “Oh God!” I scream out. “Boss...”

  He smiles and grips my neck, then presses his cheek against mine and whispers against my ear. “You like feeling your boss’s hard cock inside you, do you?”

  “Yes,” I admit.

  “Good fucking girl.”

  “Just fuck me hard, Boss.”

  That sends him over the edge. He reaches his hands under my hips and digs his fingertips into my ass as he pounds into me.

  I knew he was being gentle before.

  He’s got the same ruthless look in his eyes as the first time he called me into his office.

  I dig my fingernails into his back.

  He growls, a feral noise, and pounds into me even harder. The skin of our sweaty bodies slapping together makes a ferocious sound.

  I clench around his cock, and pleasure overrides my body as he grinds against my slickness.

  “I’m coming.”

  “Come, baby. Come hard.”

  “I am.” I moan and make guttural noises.

  “Fuck yeah that’s good,” he groans. “Oh fuck, Stacy...”

  I close my eyes and grip him tight around his back.

  He grabs my hair and pulls my head back, exposing my neck, and he licks and kisses and sucks. I can feel his cock twitching as he comes.

  He stays inside of me for a moment, kissing me softly on the lips.

  Finally, he pulls out, rolls over, and we hold hands on the bed.

  “So that’s what it feels like,” I say with a smile on my face.

  “You like it?”

  “It wasn’t bad,” I tease.

  “They say it’s better the second time.”

  I prop myself up on my elbow, and sit on my side.

  “Well then. I guess we’ll have to go again.”

  I smile as I see his cock already start to harden again.

  Thunder rumbles outside—I think.

  Or maybe that’s just my heart lighting on fire.

  Epilogue

  Stacy

  Three months later

  In Jack’s dungeon tonight, below Mix It Up, I can hear the bar upstairs buzzing with music and people.

  Yet their voices are just background noise, unimportant to us. I lay my head on his leg, and he strokes my hair, both of us coming down from what we like to call our “Fivegasm” hour.

  Or was it six? It’s hard to keep track.

  It’s become something of a Saturday night tradition for the two of us this summer. Before we head out to meet up with my friends or his cousins, we’ll spend some time down here, exploring.

  After a few more breaths, I get up off the couch, and put my black dress on. Jack slips his pants, shoes and button down shirt on, then puts his tie back on.

 

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