Rich and Bossy (Rich Boys)

27. Paxton

CHAPTER 27

Paxton

“This needs to end. Maybe we can pick it up down the road, if we don’t destroy each other in the process, but it’s not good for anyone. If word gets out, it could ruin everything on both sides.”

I practice my speech.

It sounds good. Now, I just have to say it when she’s standing in front of me. It’s not exactly the most eloquent speech I’ve ever come up with, but it’s the truth. This has already gone way too far.

And there’s no fucking way I wouldn’t lose my company, my shares, my reputation if anybody got word of what we’re doing. I might lose them anyway, but that would guarantee it. I don’t even give a shit about that at this point.

I don’t want to pause what we have going. I want to dive headfirst, no matter what happened last night or what she didn’t tell me. I absolutely cannot risk the media finding out about us. Especially not now that it’s a national story.

They’ll smear her like crazy, and my insane board and shareholders will feed that fire into oblivion. They’ll call her a slut. It’ll shift everything from the workers and the company to our personal lives. The media is relentless. They’ll do anything for ratings, and this would be a scandal for the ages. Even if I wanted to protect her, I wouldn’t be able to.

I just want her happy.

No matter how I slice it, this ends in tragedy if I don’t put a stop to it, at least for now.

So why does it seem like my entire world lights up when her familiar Volvo turns into the parking lot of the condo development? I can’t stop replaying John’s words over and over in my head.

About how Hazel had to keep quiet what she had planned, that I had to understand that. I think I do now. I was upset about it, but I have to be able to put myself in her shoes, if I want to make her happy.

I wait in my own car, watching her roll slowly toward the building. What is she thinking right now? What does she expect to find once she gets out of the car?

Does she expect me to blow up on her? Be pissed off?

I forget my little speech I’ve been rehearsing the moment I see her. Even dressed in nothing but jeans and tennis shoes with her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything in my brain, right out the window.

Her head snaps around at the sound of my door opening—unfortunately, her posture doesn’t loosen any when she recognizes me. She’s on guard, and I can’t say I blame her. She has no way of knowing what’s about to happen.

“Come on.” A quick look around tells me we’re still alone, that she must’ve been pretty careful coming over. I wanted to type more in my message, but I had to be as cryptic as possible. They could be monitoring my phone and they’d already know I’m talking to her, but I had to risk that. I don’t need them taking pictures of us together.

I don’t know that they’re watching, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.

I hustle her inside and head straight for the elevator. She opens her mouth, prepared to ask questions, but I shake my head. It can wait until we’re upstairs. I want her inside as soon as possible just in case someone managed to figure it out and they’re watching.

We reach the furnished apartment a minute later, and only once the door is locked behind us can I release the breath I’ve been holding.

Hazel, meanwhile, walks to the center of the living room—not exactly homey, but it serves its purpose—putting distance between us before she turns around to face me.

She shoves her hands deep in her pockets, shoulders up around her ears. “What’s this all about? What is this place?”

I hate to hear what sounds like hostility in her voice, but I remind myself she has every reason to sound that way. She expects me to start a fight, and she’s on guard.

“It’s owned by the company. We keep apartments for executives here for business rather than putting them up in an extended stay hotel. Nobody would ever find out we’re here. For tax purposes or something, and discretion. I checked to make sure they weren’t in use right now.”

“Good idea. Keeping these units, I mean.” She glances around, her brows knitting together, like she’s still unsure of herself, of what’s about to happen. “Why am I here?”

Funny, but I can’t remember what I was thinking. Not while we’re breathing the same air, in the same room. Not when she’s so close it would take nothing more than a few strides to reach her, to have her in my arms again, to forget the world for a little while and lose myself with her. It’s what happens when we’re together, every single time.

Tell her.

Tell her it’s not safe for the two of you to be together right now. The pause, remember? You need to take a break, lay low.

“I want you.” The words come out before I can stop them.

No!

She blinks, her brow furrowing in confusion. “You want me? What’s that even mean? Are you serious right now?”

She always insists on challenging me, doesn’t she? That familiar resistance sends my fingers twitching, the same way they always do when she’s anywhere near me. I cross the room in three long strides, taking her face in my hands before pressing my lips to hers as hard as I can.

She goes stiff for a second, but that’s all it takes before she relaxes and starts kissing me back, the way we’re supposed to be. The only way the world feels right when we’re in a room together.

Suddenly she’s clinging to me, trembling while I kiss her again and again. To hell with everything. That’s a problem for after this. Right now, it’s enough to know she wants me too.

I pick her up, one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, and carry her to the bedroom.

“Paxton, I need…”

“No, I don’t want to hear a word about it right now. I said I want you. I want you, now .” The words come out firm and strong.

She unzips her coat as I place her on her feet beside the bed so she can take it off, followed by her shoes. I do the same, my fingers fumbling with my coat buttons; the need to be inside her has never been this evident, this strong. This isn’t what I came here for. This isn’t what we should be doing, but it’s the only thing that makes sense. Reminding myself why we’re in this situation to begin with. There’s no helping it.

She’s mine. She needs to know she’s still mine, even with everything else happening.

She starts to say something else, and I yank her tee shirt up over her head, showing me those beautiful tits corralled tight in a black bra. I spin her around, my chest to her bare back and cup them in both hands, sucking along her neck while my fingers massage and knead.

Her ass presses up against me, and I groan against her ear in response.

I can’t see it, but I know she’s grinning, loving what her ass does to me. I take a finger and meet the back of her bra, unclasping it in one quick motion, then I peel it off her body, leaving her topless.

She spins around and starts working at my shirt.

“Careful, I don’t have a spare.” It’s a clear nod to the last time she ripped every damn button off at the same time.

She starts unbuttoning me, and I do the same to her jeans. She kicks off her shoes at the same time she undoes the last button on my shirt, and I shrug out of it lightning fast so I can get my hands on her. I shove her down, back first, onto the bed, then grip her jeans by each side lifting her hips up off the bed so I can pull them off as fast as possible.

Once I sling them aside, I do the exact same thing to her panties, to get her completely naked and bare in front of me. Her chest heaves up and down, her pupils fully dilated, watching every single one of my moves.

With lightning speed, I have my jeans off, and then my briefs, freeing my dick. It’s rock hard, so damn hard it hurts, and I move up between her legs, kissing her furiously.

The kiss is so rough and raw, I’m worried I might be hurting her. I always want her like this, but it’s more now. It’s even more forbidden, and that makes it more intense. I knew everything I had to do. Right there in the car.

The second I saw her, I couldn’t stop myself. It’s insanity.

“I need you, Paxton.”

“I need you too.” I was going to go down on her, but the tip of my dick brushes over her pussy, and it’s so hot and wet I can’t stop myself. “You’re mine .” I growl the last word in her ear. “Tell me. I have to hear it, Hazel.” The words come through my teeth.

“I’m yours.” Her words come out breathless.

I glide the length of my dick across her clit a few more times, just to watch her shudder like she always does, to see the goosebumps pebble across her arms and her tits.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” The words come out needy and breathless.

“More.” I growl the word at her.

“Fuck me, Paxton.”

I press my forehead to hers, our eyes locked on one another. “Good girl.” I slide into her, and holy fuck, it’s like all my problems melt away. Like everything fades away, all at once. All the stress, all the anxiety.

“You feel so good when you’re inside me.” She squeezes and moans a little as she says it.

“Tell me, Hazel. Tell me this pussy is mine.” I thrust into her, but long and slow, unlike how we usually go as fast and as hard as possible.

“It’s yours.”

I glance back down into her eyes, the way the moonlight dances around in them from the dark window. It’s almost too much to take.

I know I’m in love with her. I know that’s what this is.

It’s impossible to control, no matter how hard I try. No matter how horrible of an idea it is. This connection, this force between us… I’ve never known anything like it. It’s so raw and primal and beyond rationality.

I speed up a little, just to feel her stiffen in my arms, to feel her muscles tighten beneath me.

I’m dangerously close to blowing already, so I slide out of her, then roll onto my back. I grip her sides with both hands and lift her up, so she’s straddled over me.

“I’m yours too, Hazel. Do what you want to me.” I look her right in the eyes when I say it.

It feels weird, giving up control like this. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I want her to know I’ll do anything for her. I don’t give a shit.

She grins a devilish little grin, then slides down on me, and holy hell, it’s so hot, lying on my back, watching her ride me. I glance down to where we’re connected, and watch her go up and down on my dick. Then I glance up, and watch her tits bounce lightly, then push together when she repositions her arms.

Her body is a damn work of art, but it’s her face that captivates me the most. Watching her bite her lip, watching her eyelashes flutter while she rides me.

I reach out and circle her clit with my thumb, my other hand gripping her ass, but not guiding her at all. Everything she’s doing is her choice.

“I’m so close, Paxton.”

Good. Because I’m about to blow any second. I don’t know how much longer I can last with her sliding up and down on me like this.

“Do it then. Come for me.”

I reach back with my other hand, now gripping her ass with both hands as she leans forward. Her tits dangle down in front of my face, and I bite at them as she grinds and rolls her hips back and forth on me.

Her pants grow louder, along with her moans. “Oh God, that’s perfect. Right there.”

She keeps doing it, and I spread her ass open, then work my middle finger down between her cheeks.

She jolts a little but keeps riding me harder.

“So. Close. Pax.” My name fades on her sentence, and I know she’s just seconds away.

I press my finger up against her asshole, just hard enough to apply a little pressure, then I thrust up into her a little more.

She starts to tremble, thighs shaking against my sides.

“Oh God, Pax.” Her eyes roll back a little.

I bury myself as far inside her as possible to ride out the orgasm, and I can feel it building in my balls. Everything, all our stress, ready to be released.

“Hazel, fuck…” I groan as she clamps down on me, and I take one of my hands and grip the side of her hip, making sure she stays upright and doesn’t fall over during her orgasm.

And at the same time, I blow, deep inside her. It feels like it never ends, and I never want it to.

I know she’s on the pill, but part of me hopes it doesn’t work. I hope she gets pregnant. That’s how insane I am right now. I want her for the rest of my life and I don’t give a shit if I have to burn down the whole world to have it. I want her to have my baby. I want a life with her.

It’s impractical. It doesn’t make any sense, but I would do it. I’d do anything for her.

Once she’s done, a giant breath comes through her lips, like she was holding it in the whole time. I’m pretty sure I do the same as I feel my load spilling out around the base of my dick and all over me.

I hold her up with both hands, and she’s completely limp in my arms.

I don’t want to ever be anywhere else. I want to stay buried inside her at all times. I hold her up until I’m sure she’s fully conscious again.

It’s not lost on me that it was our pretty usual sex, but it felt like more than that. It was slower, more deliberate, like we weren’t just fucking, weren’t just chasing a release for both of us.

She leans down, pressing those perfect tits against my chest, her face inches from mine.

She’s still trying to catch her breath but appears to be all there once more. I’m not sure about myself.

Finally, her forehead drops down against mine. “Paxton.” She drops a soft kiss against my lips and then pulls back, grinning even more than I’ve ever seen her grin. “We’re out of control.”

I can’t argue with that.