Free The Boss (A Billionaire Romance) by Naomi Adams

his mention of a second date.
    What did that mean?
    Staring at himself in the mirror, he shook his head.
    What's up with you - don't be so intense.
    This isn't like you and you'll rush her, frighten her off.
    "Hey," said her small voice outside the door. "You okay in here?"
    He took a deep breath and opened the door.
    Looking at her frowning face, he wanted to tell her how he felt, how incredible she was to him, but she'd think he had gone mad or was some crazy stalker.
    "I'm more than okay." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "You?"
    "You want a second date, then?" she asked, her eyes round, her chest puffed up. "I didn't put you off yet?"
    The beating from his heartbeat grew louder in his ears, "Oh?" Yes, yes, yes. "If you're up for another, I sure am." He wanted to lift her up and swing her around the room, but when she winced and reached for her bruised cheek, he kissed it gently. "You okay?"
    "It's sore, but I can't stop smiling." She pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, and without jest, only sincerity, she said, "Just make sure our next date's soon, yeah? I can't tell you how much I enjoy spending time with you. Guess you don't know what you need until you get it."
    "That's the truth. Like how much I need more of this."
    He lifted her up over his head and licked her sex.
    Clara helped him, grabbing his head and wrapping her legs around his neck so he could lick inside her while moving to the bedroom for round two.
    "Ah," she sighed, grinding on his face as he lowered her on the bed. "Fuck, you're good at that."
    "Lie back and enjoy it beautiful."
    This time he needed a long delicious exploration of her sweet, pink lips, and her bold clit.
    She played with his hair and rotated her hips as he licked and lapped at her, breathing in her musk.
    Fuck, this was his new favorite place.
    He could have spent all night listening to her breaths deepen and her moans lengthen, tasting her, making her squirm with pleasure.
    When she came in his mouth the first time and he tasted her goodness, and felt the way her hips ground against his face draining every once of joy, it near blew his mind.
    When she begging him to fuck her, it near finished him off.
    He prowled up and slowly, steadily, while savoring her expression, the sight of her body—small, pert, round, pale, with red hair splayed out over his white sheets and crowning her sex— he sunk his solid cock into her body.
    She clenched down on him, pulled his mouth down to her rosebud lips, and licked her juices from his.
    With her eyes half shut with arousal, she purred, "Make love to me, Fredrick."
    "You got it sweetheart."
    Their hips rocked together, side by side for a while, the humming inside him connecting him to her.
    She climbed atop for a while longer where he watched her round perky breasts bounce with every thrust, her chest flushed, her pupils' black.
    And finally they spooned, grinding together, one hand cupping one breast while his other rotated her clit as he fucked her from behind.
    Their moans grew louder, coordinated as their movements quickened, until the race to the finish line began.
    Breathless and sated, they remained there, holding each other for hours.
    He kissed the back of her neck, one hand still nestled at the join of her legs, the other still cupping her breast.
    Perfectly comfortable with each other, they soon fell asleep.
    No disputing it--this was the best date of his life…
     
     
     
     
     

Part Two
     
     
     
     

Chapter 1
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    Clara hadn't stopped thinking about her date with Fredrick and missed him from the moment she left his apartment, pleasantly sore between her legs, and tired as hell, the next morning.
    At lunch, Lisa was thrilled to hear about how well they got on, though Clara reserved a few details.
    Anon's interest in what was happening in her life seemed more personal than usual, which seemed inappropriate, but still friendly.
    She told herself any concern