A Very Dirty Boss (A Sexy Standalone Contemporary Romance) by Lara West Page B

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    Back in high school, Anna was untouchable - an off-limits zone to every guy, except me.
    I’m the only one who finally got to her and made her moan in ways I bet no one has been able to since.
    One thing I will say about Anna, though, is that even after I snubbed her, she didn’t show any signs of caring. In fact, I’m pretty sure she wrote me off as a man whore who didn’t live up to his otherwise highly satisfying reputation.
    Hmm… all those ditzy cheerleaders sure knew their way around a guy’s most valued anatomy.
    But of course, for my uncle, and for the sake of what’s best for the company, I’ll fall in line.
    For now.
    I’m going to play along with the whole boss and PA routine.
    Besides, how can I pass up the chance to get under Anna Fitzgerald’s skin and seduce all over again?

Chapter 3

Anna
     
     
    He stands in front of me, his naked, ripped physique making me quiver in secret places. As I watch him, his eyes wander over my body like a conqueror upon a new land. Ready to plunder.
    Before I even have a chance to blink, he’s on me, pushing me down onto the bed and yanking off my panties so he can slip his large, thick cock between my legs.
    I feel it warm against my thigh before it pushes through the opening of my cunt and slides along my inner walls.
    I gasp, “Lucas...”
    He groans my name in reply, “Anna.” He repeats it in loud succession as he drives his cock in deeper. It feels way too familiar – the same as it was nine years ago.
    No, it’s even better than it was back then. More satisfying.
    When he kneads my breasts with his palms and looks down at my shuddering, joy-stricken sex face, it’s then I realize I’m his. I let go of all my inhibitions and let him grind into me. Owning me.
    Harder.
    Faster.
    Soon I’m on the edge, begging him not to stop.
    I’m so close… so very close…
    “ANNA!”
    I open my eyes to find Dad hovering over my bed, glaring at me.
    “Dad?!” I shriek, jolting upright. “What are you doing?”
    “Anna, it’s six o’clock. Abigail and Lucas will be here any minute. Why aren’t you dressed?”
    Oh, crap. I forgot all about tonight. Dad has asked Abigail Hartz and her annoying son over for Friday night dinner. 
    He’s going all out too – roast pork, oven baked veggies, homemade applesauce, onion gravy and Yorkshire puddings – which is weird. He hasn’t cooked a meal like that since Mom died.
    “I must have dozed off,” I say, pushing back the comforter and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’ll be down soon.”
    I wave him off, and he strides out of my room, muttering incoherent words under his breath. He seems edgier than usual and somewhat nervous. What’s with that?
    Outside my window, the ruby orange sunset glows in the distance. I can’t believe I nodded off. One minute I was lying down contemplating the conversation I had with Mr. Hartz a few days ago, and the next I was waking up to Dad saying my name. Boy, I must have been one tired teddy .
    When my feet find the hardwood floor, I wince at my damp blouse sticking to my back. Great, I was sweating in my sleep. No, during my sex dream . I need to shower and get rid of the effect Lucas has had on me. Pronto.
    Does this mean I’m still attracted to him? Or has my subconscious just gone bonkers?
    For my sake, I hope it’s the latter.
    Downstairs, I get a surprise to find Dad, Abigail, and Lucas waiting for me in the living room. Okay… everyone looks serious. Too serious.
    “Don’t tell me someone has died,” I say, peering at Dad standing over by the fireplace. Abigail sits on the beige leather chair in front of him while her son has claimed the left side of the sofa.
    Lucas is still wearing his work uniform: gray suit pants and a white polo shirt with the logo for Hartz Brothers Removals and Storage on the lapel.
    If I didn’t already know his family is insanely rich I’d think he was just an ordinary Joe Blow. Except for the fact that he’s as drop