Page 9 of Bred By the Boss

Ah, this is perfect. This little girl seems to have a thing for my cologne. Making her mine will be easier than I thought.

The beep of the intercom interrupts my thoughts as my assistant’s voice crackles to life. “Sir, your four o’clock is here.”

I hum back at her, too glued to the stream to say anything else. My mouth waters as suddenly, Noelle reaches for the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it above her head. I swallow at the sight of her skin, grainy as it might be in the low-quality picture, enthralled with the sight. She pulls the garment she smells, and that’s when I see it’s an old hoodie of mine, one that I’ve had for years. It’s huge on her, draping over shoulders and hiding the sight of herbody from me. And yet, it looks perfect on her, like it was made to be stolen from me by her and her alone.

Something in me fucking snaps.

“Have my second take the meeting,” I say gruffly into my intercom, referring to my CFO. I rise from my seat, pocketing my phone before plucking my suit jacket from the back of my chair. “I’ve had something come up. Cancel all my afternoon meetings. Transfer what can’t be rescheduled to the CFO as well.”

“S-sir?” My assistant sounds confused, and I don’t blame her. This is out of character for me. We work well together because we both like a certain sort of order, but I feel anything but ordered right now. I feel an aching, lust-filled hunger unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Nothing to worry about, just something urgent I need to take care of,” I say to her when I exit my office and stop at her desk.

Once she nods at me, looking confused, but she gets to work with rescheduling before I even have the chance to remind her. I leave, knowing that I can trust her and my CFO to get whatever needs to be done, done.

My drive home is a blur. All I can think about is how desperately I need to claim the little woman wearing my old clothes as if she’s already mine. Darker thoughts cloud my head as I get closer. I don’t simply want to claim her, fuck her until she’s full of my seed, show the world she’s mine by getting her pregnant and swollen with my child.

As I finally pull into my home, I realize how hard I’ve become in the time since I left the office. I’m practically throbbing in my suit slacks. I don’t think my cock’s ever been this hard before, and it’s all because my housekeeper put on my fucking sweatshirt when she thought I couldn’t see.

It doesn’t take me long to find her. She’s in the kitchen, doing god knows what. All I see is the curve of her ass while she bends to look inside the refrigerator for something. When she hears something behind her—me—she straightens and turns. Her face instantly fills with alarm.

“Mr. Holmes! You’re home early!” When she sees my eyes sweep over her, she pales. Her fingers fly to the hem of my sweatshirt. She looks like she’s been caught. Fuck, I want her.

“What’s this?” I say as I stalk over to her.

“W-what are you talking about,” she stammers.

“This,” I say, pressing close to her and caging her in against the counter. My hand finds hers at the hem of the sweatshirt, enveloping it even as it shakes against my palm. I let my voice drop as I speak softly into her ear. “What’s this sweatshirt doing out here … on you?”

Her breath hitches.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers as I pull back to look into her eyes. Tears have started to gather on her lashes. Something in my chest twists at the sight. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll—”

My hand wrapped around hers tightens to keep her from running from me. Doesn’t this little girl know not to run from a stalking predator?

I step even closer, the front of my body pressing against hers. Can she feel how hard I am? How hard she’s made me? My free hand comes up and cups her face. With my thumb, I brush a tear away before it runs down her cheek.

It hits me for the first time that if she weren’t just a pawn, I could love her. If she wasn’t here because of who she is to my nemesis, I could have her in a way that doesn’t end with her humiliated in front of the world. For the first time since putting my plans intomotion, I wonder if I could see my plan through without hurting her.

No. Now’s not the time to get soft. I push the thought down as my eyes trace over her face.

When I lean down to kiss her, however, it’s not hardened revenge through my head. It’s the feral urge to make her mine. To claim her for myself so that no one ever dares touch her.

As soon as my lips brush against hers, my body goes up in hot flames of need.

Noelle whimpers in my arms, her hands taking the lapels of my suit jacket and pulling me closer as she leans into the kiss. Her lips are shy at first, moving against mine with hesitation, but soon she’s just as greedy as me. I’m too far gone to think past the taste of her lips, the softness of her tongue.

I feel my cock twitch once more in my pants, and without thinking, I rut my hips against her with a soft groan.

“Feel that?” I rasp, kissing a trail down her throat. “You did that to me. Wearing my sweatshirt like you’re mine.”

A shudder wracks her body as she tips her head back to allow me access to her neck. I place open-mouthed kisses on her pulse point, snaking a hand behind her to squeeze her ass and hold her against me. “Looks so perfect on you, kitten. Can’t wait to claim this cunt, fuck you so hard you’ll feel it for days.”

“Please,” Noelle breathes, sounding every bit as wrecked as I feel. “I want that, but please, be gentle with me. I’ve never …”

I still against her as the weight of what she just said settles in my head. Is she implying that she … “Are you a virgin?” I ask, pulling away to look at her.

How did I not factor in the possibility that this girl could be untouched? Why didn’t I ever consider something like this?

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