My Toy Boy: A High Stakes and Hot Heroes Romance Page 5

  Three weeks later, I walk into our office and find a very different Caine waiting for me. He’s not naked with a coffee. He’s dressed in a suit and down on one knee with a small blue velvet box tucked in his palm.

  “No coffee?” I tease.

  “Come here you.” He uses his free hand and pulls me to him, resting his head against my stomach. He looks up at me with eyes full of love, mixed with a touch a fear. “Janey, I know it may be too soon, but the last few months have been the best of my life. I want what we have forever.”

  “Are you offering me a promotion?” I fall to my knees in front of him. It’s a position he likes a lot only he’s usually standing and my mouth is wrapped around his cock.

  “I’m offering you everything.” He flips the lid on the box to show me a beautiful princess cut diamond. “Well, half of everything. Be my partner. Be my wife.” He takes the ring from the box and slides it on my finger.

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” I look at the ring that signifies the promise of forever, and I smile.

  “You know when I showed up for my first day I thought this was a coffee company.”

  “You told me.” He rises to sit on the chaise. The same chair we make love on almost daily.

  “I’m so glad it wasn’t. A girl could have too much coffee.” I look around his office then look at him. “But you, Caine, I’ll never have enough of you.”

  “So that’s a yes?” He pulls me into his lap and nuzzles my neck.

  “Yes. It’s a definite yes. A forever yes.”

  Epilogue One

  Caine-six months later

  Janey and I didn’t have a traditional courtship, but we have an epic love. From the moment she walked into my office, I knew she was mine. The next day I made her mine, and I plan to keep her forever.

  She walks across a bridge in Golden Gate Park with the Japanese Teagarden as the backdrop. Her cream colored gown hugs every one of her delicious curves. Her golden hair shines like a halo, but my girl is no angel. She is no innocent, and I love every cell of her sinfulness.

  “You look beautiful.” I cup her face and press my lips to hers.

  The minister clears his throat. “You haven’t said I do yet.”

  Janey laughs. “Oh, but we have and we did, twice this morning.” Hidden inside this angel of a girl is a vixen.

  Standing beside me is Andrew and standing next to Janey is Brad. She tried to convince him to wear a dress but he settled for a pink tuxedo. Under a blooming cherry blossom tree we exchange our vows and much to the ministers disappointment we share a dozen kisses. Because one kiss from Janey will never be enough. I want her. I want all of her, every second of every minute of every hour of every day. She is my beautiful wife and I am her toy boy.

  Epilogue Two

  Janey-Two year later

  This will be the last time we make love on this chaise lounge. Caine presses into my body and my insides sing. He’s gentle, too gentle, when all I want are his powerful thrusts. I want to feel him claim my body, but he’s careful to not press on my big belly.

  Our son is due any day, and now that we are in the family business, it is time we leave the sex business to Andrew and Brad. Not that the sex business will ever leave us. In the back of our walk-in closet is a treasure trove of pleasure just waiting for exploration.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” He fills me to capacity and I tighten around him. “Why is it always so good with us?” My body wraps around his length like a custom fit glove.

  I let out a slow pleasure-filled moan. “Because we love each other,” I tell him. The orgasm wraps around my stomach and presses inside me like a bolt of lightning shooting across my insides like an explosion. My muscles quiver around his length. My hands grope for his ass to pull him deeper.

  “You’re so wet for me.” He thrusts in and out until he’s on the edge, he groans in pleasure, and I wince in pain.

  “Baby, I’m not just wet for you…my water broke.”

  An hour later, our son Noah is born. An easy labor some will say, but nothing with Caine and me is ever hard…except his cock.

  One Perfect Moment

  A bonus short

  John paces nervously in front of my desk. “Is everything set up for tonight, Ann?” He is referring to the romantic shindig he had me orchestrate for him.

  “Yes, the private chef, the quartet, the flowers, I’ve taken care of everything. Did you need anything else?” I want to scream the words at him, but I smile sweetly while my heart plummets to my stomach.

  “Good job, Ann. What would I do without you?” His green eyes hold the warmth of love that will never be mine.

  “You’d be making some girl’s dream come true instead of leaving it up to me.” I shuffle the papers on my desk, making sure everything is set. Success is in the details. John hasn’t become a wealthy man on his own. He has me fine tuning everything from his work schedule to his elaborate parties. I am his wife for hire.

  “We’ll see if I’m her dream come true tonight.” He turns quickly and walks out of the office. No goodbye. Nothing.

  His abrupt exit leaves my head spinning, which isn’t all that unusual. John often leaves my head spinning, along with my heart, and my libido. I’ve been silently in love with him for years.

  As his personal assistant, I am the go-to girl for all things. So the thought of him having a big night with another woman tears me up.

  What if it’s serious? It sounded serious when he told me this date would change his life. What if the woman hates me and wants me gone? Finding a new job isn’t the issue, the issue is I would never find another John. I can’t stay away from him. He is my drug of choice, and thankfully, I get my fix nearly every day.

  In my fantasies, I dream of us being a couple, working side by side, but the kiss that almost happened on New Year’s Eve several weeks ago ended any hope for a fairytale romance. We’ve always been friendly, flirty even. He grazed my lips at the stroke of midnight. A pass by that wasn’t enough to quench my desire for him, just enough for me to want more. I would have given him everything at that moment, but he walked away and asked for nothing. His exit put an end to what could have begun.

  The next day his words were kind and gentle. “Ann, you are the most desirable of women, but I can’t risk losing you.” The words have ricocheted in my head for days. He finds me desirable, but a relationship with me is bad news for business.

  Tonight’s private affair nearly killed me to coordinate. ‘A special dinner for two’ he said. It sounds like a Cinderella story; only my foot won’t be sliding into the glass slipper.

  I tried to figure out who the woman could be, but I struck out. John didn’t date, work was his priority.

  Most nights I order takeout and bring it to his office before I leave. But then again, I did see a picture of him with a beautiful woman on his arm when I updated his phone last week.

  She is my opposite. I have brown hair and hazel eyes, and she has everything that turns men’s heads. She’s tall and thin, whereas I’m average. Her breasts are perfectly formed by a talented plastic surgeon, and mine are fashioned by Mother Nature.

  I mumble expletives under my breath at the mystery woman who will be living my make believe night.

  I consider sabotaging the whole affair, but what will that gain me? I can do without a front row ticket to the unemployment line. So I order the red roses, the Cristal Champagne, and reserve the quartet. I make sure I have the best chef available and request a meal with a southern flair. Obviously, his date has good taste in men and food.

  Since the office is empty, I leave on time for the first time in months. Most nights I spend sitting across the desk from him sharing his meal and talking about his latest read. He is a fan of mysteries, always trying to figure out the whys and whats. I, on the other hand, am a romance addict and spend my time dreaming of my perfect date.

  It will be a mystery, a secret invite will show up, and when I arrive at the private location, the man of my dreams will
be waiting. Damn it, all the best stuff happens in my dreams or books.

  At six-fifteen, my phone chimes with an incoming message.

  Ann,

  911, I need your help. Everything is falling apart. Come now.

  John

  I take a deep breath and groan when I exhale. Thankfully, his place is only a few miles from mine. I’ve been there several times to drop papers off, or pick up something for a client.

  I hop into a cab and head for his downtown penthouse. I suppose the only consolation is the possibility of seeing his date. I want to hate her, but I don’t even know her. He says she’ll arrive between six-thirty and seven. Maybe whatever is falling apart will take long enough so I’ll still be there when she gets there.

  “Evening, Ann.” Ted, the doorman, recognizes me and keys in the elevator code for the penthouse. “He’s waiting for you.”

  I nod and step into the elevator. “Thanks, Ted.”

  He’ll have to wait a bit longer while I am whisked to the top floor. John is good at waiting. He always waits for the perfect moment to make a deal, to sell a stock, or to secure a new client.

  I am more of an in-the-moment girl myself. Instant gratification is my thing. I’m the girl who burns her fingers trying to peel the hot cookie off the sheet because I can’t wait for the gooey, chocolate goodness to reach my mouth. I'm the one who buys the latest, greatest thing only to find out it isn’t much different from the stuff I bought before. The only thing I’ll patiently waited for is John, and he will never be mine.

  The elevator opens to the soft sound of a violin playing, and the aroma of a thick spicy roux. Gumbo maybe? Etouffee? I want to run into his kitchen to see if the cook is preparing a crawfish boil. I wipe my chin just to make sure there isn’t a dribble of drool running down it. Everything smells so good.

  The entry table has a large bouquet of roses. They aren’t the red I ordered, but the orange color I love. Obviously, this is one of the disasters he is referring to.

  “John, I’m here,” I call out as I walk through his entry. My heels click across the marble floor until I reach the living room, decorated in rich earth tones. Where is he? “John,” I call out again when I reach the wall of windows that showcase the city, now blanketed in gold from the setting sun.

  “You’re here.” The deep rumble of his voice sends a shiver up my spine.

  I turn and soak in the sight of him. Dressed in a fresh charcoal gray suit and a silver tie, he is gorgeous. His smile reaches his eyes. So damn handsome.

  “Yes, I came as soon as you called. With the exception of the flowers, everything else seems to be in order.” I glance around the room and notice the quartet sitting off to the side of the dining area. The expensive champagne is tucked into a silver bucket near the head of the table. “If you tell me what you need, I can be out of here before your date arrives.”

  His warm smile turns into a grin. “She just arrived.”

  “Oh … well I don’t want to interrupt, so what exactly do you need from me?”

  “I pretty much always need everything from you, but my current problem is happening down the hallway.” He leads me down the long corridor and pulls me into the last room. On the bed sits a box and a note. “I need you to take care of this for me if it suits you. I’ll be in the living room when you’re finished.” He brushes by me and closes the door behind him.

  The note tented on top of the box is addressed to me.

  Ann,

  I am more when you are with me. Whether it’s making a deal, eating take out in my office, or talking about the books we both love, I’m happiest when you’re near. I should have asked you for this date up front, but I wanted to create a romantic moment for you and unravel a mystery for myself. If you choose, I’ve taken the liberty of dressing you for our first date. I’ll be waiting anxiously for your arrival.

  Yours,

  John

  My knees buckle and I sink to the floor in front the bed. He is more with me? Oh my, God, this is my date. I’ve scheduled my fantasy date, and he’s changed things to make it perfect. The orange roses, the smell of food I now recognize as red beans and rice, and jambalaya—my favorites. There is no doubt in my mind that little red crustaceans will be there too. The food I ordered is more beer than champagne worthy, but I’ve always wanted to try Cristal.

  I pull the box into my lap and remove the top. An ice blue cocktail dress peeks out from beneath the tissue. A second note is left on top of the beautiful garment.

  Ann,

  This dress pales in comparison to your beauty. Shoes are in the closet. Please say yes. I’m waiting.

  John

  Ten minutes later I glance in the full-length mirror in front of me. The blue dress is stunning, and the silver, rhinestone encrusted shoes are like modern day glass slippers, and they fit perfectly. I pinch my cheeks, walk out the door and down the hallway to find my prince charming.

  “You decided to stay.” He walks to me and pulls me into his embrace. The quartet begins to play a song I recognize. The song John sang whenever he walked past my desk. It Had To Be You by Frank Sinatra.

  “Like I would ever turn you down, but why now?”

  “Ann, it’s always been you. I knew it the day I hired you, I confirmed it the day I almost kissed you, but you deserved more than a fleeting moment. You deserved everything.” He pulls me close, and we sway to the music. The quartet stops playing long before we stop dancing.

  When his lips touch mine, I collapse into him. All this time, I’ve dreamt of this moment, but I never imagined something as good as this. His kiss is passionate, and when I open my mouth to breathe, our tongues naturally dance together. I always knew he’d be a good kisser. He is a man who pays attention to details.

  I break our kiss to catch my breath. “What happens tomorrow, John?” The words escape in a whoosh. “You don’t mix work and love.” I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I need to know that tomorrow he won’t pretend this didn’t happen.

  “If I have my way, tomorrow, you’ll wake up in my arms, and we’ll make love all day, and if I can convince you to be mine, you’ll no longer work for me, you’ll work beside me.”

  I can hardly breathe. Not less than an hour ago, I was thinking of ways to sabotage his date, and now, I am his date. He’s done all of this for me.

  Silence fills the air, and after a glance around, I realize the quartet has packed up and left. “Where did everyone go?”

  “They were only here for a moment, sweetheart. Just long enough to set the scene. We’re alone now. Are you hungry? Do you want to dance more? I could put on some music and hold you in my arms all night.”

  I lay my head on his firm chest and run my hands up the lapels of his jacket.

  “I’d like to explore my options,” I say as I reach up and nip at his ear.

  “Oh God, you’re killing me. You’ve been killing me for two years.”

  “Why did you wait so long? I’ve been in love with you forever.”

  “You know me, I had to make sure it was perfect. I wasn’t sure of your interest until New Year’s Eve, and then I didn’t want to lose you if I was reading you wrong. What are you thinking now?”

  “I think you think too much. Will the food hold?”

  “Yes, it’s in the warmer.” He caresses his hands down my bare arms.

  “Are you saying you love me?” I hold my breath waiting for his answer.

  “Yes, I’ve loved you forever.”

  “Then who is the girl on your phone?”

  “She’s my cousin. Were you jealous?”

  “Yes.” I was beyond jealous. “You can make it up to me.” I tilt my head coyly.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “Make love to me.”

  I wear my blue dress and glass-like shoes for a short time. A moment later, he has me lying naked on his bed, devouring me with his hungry eyes. He shrugs off his suit jacket, and I watch intently as he pulls his silver tie free and unbuttons his freshly starched sh
irt.

  Real life is so much better than fiction. When he drops his pants, I am awestruck. The moment our bodies touch, sparks ignite. He nips and nibbles at my neck and breasts until I beg for more.

  “I love you, Ann. I will always love you.” He smooths on a condom and sinks himself into my body, I feel whole for the first time in years. We move as one. Every thrust feels like a declaration of love. Every gasp and moan are my answers in return. I love him too.

  The shaking feeling that ribbons up my body starts at my knees and shakes me to the core. He takes me higher and higher until I cascade over the edge, quivering in his arms. Moments later, he spills his heat inside me.

  We lay intertwined—two bodies in one mass. It is hard to tell where he begins and I end. We have become one.

  I must have dozed because the room is dark when the aroma of my favorite foods snake past me. The bed dips and the soft glow of a lamp lights the room.

  “Hungry?” John sits on the bed with a tray of my favorites in his lap. He brushes my hair from my face and tucks the wild strands behind my ears. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  “I’m going to have to set up an eye exam for you.” I sit up and look at the bare-chested man in front of me. He is perfection.

  He begins to feed me a bite of each dish, but I’m not hungry for food. I have a two-year-old unsatisfied sexual appetite to fill.

  “You’re serving me?” I ask. “My job has been to serve you.”

  “I told you that tonight everything would change. Look around you. I’m offering you half of everything you see.”

  “I not sure that’s going to work.” I pick up the tray and sit it on the table next to the bed. When I glance back at John, the smile has left his face, and his shoulders have rocked forward. “Half is all right for some, but I want all of you.” I climb from under the covers and straddle my man. It won’t take me long to put a smile back on his face.