Page 9 of Bossy Bred

“We’ve helped a lot of kids. I might have to uproot the center and relocate soon, sothat’sa pain, but yes. In terms of doing what I set out to do, it’s going great.”

“Why the potential move?”

“My landlord is hiking up the rent. I really don’t want to move, but it’s looking more and more inevitable.” She shakes her head. “We can talk about something else. I know it’s very unsexy, talking about money woes.”

If I was a more compassionate man, I’d say something empathetic in response. I’d offer encouragement, tell her to keep her hopes up, something like that. But I’ve never done the being-sweet thing well. Sympathetic words always crumble on my tongue.

And so my inadequate response is to push my plate closer to her and say, “Here. Take some of my fries.”

After we finish eating, I get Leta to straddle my face so I can eat outher—and as with everything we’ve done in this hotel room, she’s not shy about trying something new. It pleases me, getting to see her lose herself in the pleasure as she rocks back and forth against my tongue, her thick thighs trembling against me. Whenshe comes, frantically grinding against my flattened tongue, it’s so fucking hot that I nearly blow my load.

“Oh,God,” she moans, her pussy pulsing as she recovers. I hold her in place and lick her slowly, savoring the taste of her pretty cunt. I might have initially been irritated at her lack of experience, but as it turns out, I like that I’m the only man who’s done this to her. I like that I get to open this part of the world for her. It’s an ego stroke to play that role.

When she tries to slide off my face, I grab her firmly by the hips and yank her back.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

“I want you inside me,” she begs.

I lick her creamy slit. “I’ve got you addicted to my cock, haven’t I?”

She moans her response.

“Needy little thing.” I roll her onto her back and push her knees against her tits. She pants with anticipation, her cheeks rosy and her eyes full of heat. She’s so fucking pretty. I’m so utterly taken by her in that moment that I almost unthinkingly slide my cock into her bare.

Then common sense smacks me in the back of the head and I reach for a condom to wrap up the raging hard-on I’m sporting. When I slide into her, her tight pussy squeezing needfully around me, it washes away all my worries in the world.

4

LETA

“And just one last signature here, Miss Jones.”

I’ve signed my name on these loan papers about a dozen times, but it’s this last one that makes me hesitate. As soon as I sign that final line, the loan will officially be mine—and the weight of that is terrifying.

I raise my eyes from the papers to look at the bank officer I’m sitting across from. She’s been so patient with me with all the questions I’ve had, and I hate to take up more of her time. But I can’t ignore the tightness in my stomach right now, and I need to be absolutely sure I’m doing the right thing.

“Just to make sure I understand all the paperwork correctly,” I say, “a maximum of three missed payments are allowed before the loan defaults, correct?”

She nods. “But an interest rate increase will be instated after one missed payment.”

“Right. Okay.” I lower my eyes to the last spot I need to sign. As scary as it is to take on this debt, it’s my only realistic option ifI don’t want the tutoring center to be forced out of its current space.

And so I put my pen to the paper, and push the tip across the page, my loopy signature sealing the deal.

“Something’s bothering you.”

The expression on Jake’s face is one I haven’t seen before. It almost looks like there’s real concern in his eyes.

Tonight—our third time meeting up for a no-strings-attached hookup—we’re in the same hotel room as always. But I showed up a little late, and he was the one to let me into the room.

It’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to hear from him again, because of his radio silence. And I was fine with that—I never expected this to be more than a one-time thing. But then today he popped up in my notifications, and here we are again, in the same beautiful room in the same beautiful hotel.

I thought I was leaving behind the worries of my life when I walked into this hotel room, but apparently I’m still wearing the stress from the day on my face.

“I’m fine,” I say, turning my attention to the long mirror on the wall so I can check my hair.

Jake’s frown reflects in the mirror. “Doesn’t seem like you are. Are you sure you want to be here right now?”