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Chapter 4

That night Jason had dinner ready by the time Cassie arrived.  They sat at the table, talking as usual and enjoying their dinner.  Cassie loved how Jason would look up at her with that smile that gave her goose bumps. 

She noticed that night how he had little dimples on his cheeks that formed when he laughed really hard and she loved that about him.

She was gradually falling for him and a pain hit her stomach every time she felt more feelings towards him as England loomed in the back of her mind.

Dinner ended and Jason cleared the plates at the table.  He joined her again and refilled their wine glasses.

“Why don’t we move to the couch where it’s more comfortable,” he offered.

They sat on the couch, nestled into each other’s bodies and were silent.  They enjoyed the sound of each other’s breathing and watching their hands clasped together. 

Cassie literally felt like she was on cloud 9; the couch was so soft and she bet to herself that it was probably worth the same amount as her year’s rent for her apartment. His house was more simple and normal than she expected, considering his occupation. She liked how he was so modest.

Jason lifted Cassie’s chin with his hand and gently kissed her. What began as a light kiss turned into a more passionate kiss; their hearts began to race and blood pumped through their veins quicker by the minute.

Before Cassie knew it, Jason unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his smooth, strong chest and she was in awe. She rested her hand on his shoulder and slid her hand down to his stomach, studying every inch of his skin and loving how strong he felt. 

She began to remove her shirt and Jason assisted. They both threw their shirts on the ground next to them.  Jason took her in, loving every curve on her body and kissing her bare skin. Cassie laughed quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just never thought someone like you would actually be into me. I mean, look at you,” she said, nodding her head at his naked torso.

“Cassie, you are beautiful.”

Cassie knew that he meant it. He held a straight face and maintained eye contact until he was sure she believed him.  Jason kissed her more on her neck, and moved up to her lips as he guided her on her back.  After a moment, Jason paused.

“Let’s take this in my room.”

The two leaped off of the couch and hustled down the hall to Jason’s bedroom. They jumped onto his bed, laughing and kissing each other, wrestling into the sheets.

After a moment, Cassie sat up and began unzipping his jeans and slowly removed them, being sure not to miss any moment. Jason helped Cassie remove her pants and they lied there admiring each other’s bodies, softly kissing.

Jason wrapped his arm around Cassie to hold the small of her back and his warmth was overwhelming to her. She pressed her chest against his and she could feel his heartbeat. He lightly kissed her head and she smiled, holding onto his waist. 

They looked up at each other and grinned, thinking about how much they had been anticipating this moment. Jason wrapped his arms around her tighter and kissed her hard. He then pulled her up on top of him and pushed one of her bra straps down off of her shoulder.

He reached behind her to unfasten the hooks in the back and he threw the bra on the ground. He cupped her breasts in his hands, loving how tender they were. She pressed herself on to him more as they kissed, breathing more heavily than ever now.

Jason slid his hands down to remove his boxers and as he was doing so, Cassie took off her panties, hesitating for a moment. She hopped back on top of him and the warmth of their naked bodies made them kiss longer, harder, and deeper.

Cassie rocked back and forth and when Jason finally found himself inside of her, she gripped onto his shoulders even harder and paused to inhale sharply.

He rolled over so she was on her back and he sat up as he plunged into her. She moaned softly and he admired her bare body, gripping lightly on her waist.

Jason leaned down, resting his chest on her breasts and kissed Cassie, continuing to move in and out of her slowly. Cassie played with his hair and smiled, memorizing every moment, never wanting to forget it. 

She then pushed him up and returned back on top of him, straddling her legs on either side of his hips. She planted her hands next to his shoulders and slid up and down with her hips, sending chills down Jason’s body. 

She continued for several minutes, making Jason beam with pleasure.  She moaned to him and made him want her even more. He directed her hips with his hands, moving her up and down.

He was nearing climax and wanted to last much longer. He squeezed Cassie and motioned for her to slow down and lay next to him. He pulled her in close to him and they lied in each other’s arms, their legs intertwined.

“I’ve been thinking ever since yesterday when you told me about you moving to England for school.”

“Yes?” Cassie questioned, catching her breath.

“I’ve decided, and only if you really want me to, I can move there with you.”

Cassie laughed and took a second to understand what she was hearing.

“I’m serious, Cassie. I want to be with you. I don’t have to work anymore. I have everything I need.  But once you move, I’ll be missing one thing.”

Jason smiled at her and she began to blush.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I am positive.”

Jason stared at Cassie, patiently waiting for her response.  Cassie smiled and nodded several times and kissed Jason on the cheek.  He found her lips and kissed her, holding their lips in place, feeling every jolt of energy burst through their bodies. Cassie felt a tear drop leave her eyes and it landed on Jason’s arm.

“Now, perhaps we might like a cup of tea after our love making,” Jason said in his best English accent.

Cassie laughed and wiped away her tears, and they didn’t leave his bed until morning.

Seduced By My Billionaire Boss Again

Stephanie Lex

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Chapter 1

No wonder that was the biggest punishment I had ever received from my family. Yes, I was a difficult child and an even more difficult teenager.

Of course, I liked sneaking out of the house to attend all those crazy parties that my friends were hosting and yes, I was clearly caught drunk in my room one night.

But, I never thought that they would put me through such a disappointment, just to teach me a lesson. I should have gone to college, follow a certain career and above all, live my early years.

Instead, my father, a very strict and rough man, decided to talk his best friend into hiring me to work at his son’s law firm.

Of course I was meant to do the lower work, as I had to learn about responsibility and about not having anything on a silver plate. We were a rich family, but they weren’t willing to give me anything without work anymore.

I knew for whom I was about to work. He often visited our place with his father, having long, boring dinners with my father, as they were partners in a business. What a spoiled and fancy young man he was! But definitely handsome.

I was always trying not to participate in those kinds of dinners, because he used to intimidate me with only one look. His blue eyes, brown hair, chocolate skin and cold attitude, they were all really attractive. If you were to ask me, I have always been attracted to the “bad-boy” kind. And he was like that for sure!

Well, yes! My father was sending me to his office, to be his new secretary. I was imagining that being a secretary wasn’t really a big deal, but being HIS secretary was really something terrifying.

His father was mentioning so many times that his son and my new boss was firing secretaries on a daily basis, because none was good enough for him. He was a real playboy, so they not only had to be smart, but also in the 90-60-90 range, I guess.

I was all that and I had to prove my potential, work for a week or two and get out of there to college, where I belonged.

First day at work was totally crazy. Thinking I could get off with some little work was totally wrong. Never so much with my mini dress. I bet he didn’t even notice it.

And when his father mentioned he was rude, he was surely underestimating the real situation.

He wasn’t rude, he was monstrous!

How could anyone get up in the morning with so much negativity?

“Mister bad mood” was his middle name!

Throwing papers at me, telling me I was no good, wanting tons of reports done in a short notice, calling me “incapable” and “lazy” were part of an ordinary day at work. It was supposed to be quiet…wasn’t I the daughter of his father’s partner? Wasn’t I supposed to receive a better and yet preferential treatment?

After one week, there I was, standing in front of his desk, holding my resignation proudly in my hand. Of course my father didn’t know about that! I was planning of escaping the city, moving out of town, and getting into the University I had finally received my acceptance letter from.

He entered his office with a calm and quiet cast, smiling as he was approaching me. I was smiling back defiantly because I knew that what I had for him was better than what he was thinking to have for me.

He said good morning. I replied back, telling him that my morning was one of the very first ranks. When he asked why, I handed him the paper, which was written in block letters, showing my grimness to the matter.

He took it very fast, because he could realize what it was all about. He was smart. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have that Ferrari sitting in the front of the building. Or that Armani suit that was falling perfectly on his fit body.

But I had to stay focused, because the last thing I wanted was for him to become aware of my admiration towards him. I was kind of thinking that I was different from the other girls who were swarming around him. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction so I was holding myself to the ground.

But what was he doing? He was chunking my paper while I was extremely confused. Was he against it?

He wouldn’t accept it, what the hell?

Chapter 2

He asked me to sit down and have a little chat. I sat in front of his office desk and he was sitting in his huge leather armchair, slowly leaning back, giving me the under the eyes look and making me feel really stupid.

God damn it! He was still intimidating me with his style and I hated that about me. It was only in his presence that I was feeling the angst and the heartstrings, and it all started years ago, when I was still a child.

He marked my childhood, as his presence in our house was one of the few things I remember. I was even hiding behind the big doors just to watch him do normal gestures, which were like wonders to me.

Back in that particular moment, I was eager to find out what was going on, but in the same time…I was having a moment right there, in his presence. It was just us, without our fathers or academic dinners and discussions.

At first, he told me that he was really tired. That all the mess he created with the hiring and firing secretaries was making him feel uncomfortable and that he had decided to keep me in the position, for a long, but determined period.

I was about to stay there and work for him until he would personally communicate my father my gained skills and responsibility. Of course, I jumped off the chair and almost hit the ceiling. I wasn’t about to allow that.

I had plans and things to do and working for him, despite his good looks, wasn’t an option. Anyway, the chance of a possible “me and him” situation was out of any discussion because like I had always believed, I was sure that he wasn’t about to change his attitude or to settle down with a woman, ever. And my intentions of being maybe the 215
th
woman in his life were minimal.

He was trying to calm me down. Maybe because he was really surprised of my reaction, not seeing it happen as he used to know me as a little and innocent girl. Well, that little girl was a grown up woman and she wasn’t about to accept the situation! But he was so good with women!

Without even notice, when he came near me, really close, grabbed my shoulder and gave me the dog-eyes look, asking me to stay, I instantly softened.

The part of me that was liking him from the first moment was pushing me to accept. But the rebel and wild part of me was forcing me to make a stand to his desires.

He admitted that he needed me there, and for the first time in one week, he even told me that I was the best he had, and that he felt that I was smart and eager to learn.

In fact, I wasn’t. I just wanted my father to let me be, but those were his ways to intimidate a girl.

Maybe it used to work with the bunch of crazy chicks that were coming to the office everyday under different excuses just to see him, hoping that someday they would pass from the sex-friend status to the wife one.

I gathered all my senses and refused what for him seemed to be the best offer. No, I wasn’t willing to please this man, under no circumstance.

When he saw that his technique wasn’t working, he dared me! He dared me to sign a one-year contract, as he didn’t believe that I was capable of risking that much. He dared me to work with him and for him for 12 months, telling me that I was too weak to accept that.

I asked what I would receive in return, and he told me that I would get a raise, a desk in his office, the best comments for my father and a date with him. Of course the last one of the “gifts” was making me laugh out loud!

Who needed a date with him? For what purpose? Just to fall in love with him, get a quick sex and cry over him for a year after? No thanks!

My laugh made him smile in the corner of his mouth, watching me with certain warmth. He complimented me, by telling me that I had the best and the most colorful laugh he ever heard. Well, I was approximating that he heard about 200, so that was something!

All the other deals though…were music to my ears.  And the fact that he used reverse psychology just to get my attention on the matter…that was clever!

And it assumed a high effort for his part as he was definitely trying to make me sign the contract and stay. The rebel part of me was getting the adrenaline that all my life was after. It was a challenge, and a big one, but I was about to get out of it triumphant.

Without giving him any answer, I asked where to sign, keeping a permanent eye contact with him, trying to intimidate the most of the inimitable men that I ever seen.

He pointed some papers on his desk, I quickly grabbed a pen, and signed the contract.

He wasn`t expecting it. He wasn’t expecting a girl to have so much nerves to accept one of his challenges and he smiled, looking down and nodding his head like he wanted to say “you naughty girl”.