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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Billionaire Boss Reunion Epilogue

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

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  Billionaire Boss Series

  Billionaire Boss Reunion Epilogue

  Gushed

  Saved by a Dragon Sample

  EXCLUSIVE – SEAL’s Big Weapon (Never Published)

  Major O

  Chapter One

  I admit it – I’m not very good at my job. I let myself get easily distracted. But then, most guys in my place would be easily distracted too. Having a woman face down in your lap, blowing you in the front seat of your car can be more than a little distracting.

  In my defense though, when you're sitting on a long, boring-ass stakeout for hours on end, you need to find ways to distract yourself. At least, I do. Maybe I've got that ADHD or some shit like that.

  Fortunately for me, I've gotten smarter about how I do things. That's my deal – working smarter so I can enjoy a few of the perks that go along with the job. Perks like Sarah here, who is working my shaft like an absolute pro. Although she pretended to be this shy, demure, inexperienced little thing when we met, I can tell by the way she's sucking my cock that this is most definitely not her first rodeo.

  I have my hands in her hair, pulling on it gently as she slides her tongue up and down my shaft. She has a firm grip on my cock and is stroking me at the same time. I let out a small gasp as she takes all of me into her mouth, tightening her lips around me and starts bobbing her head up and down fast and hard, using her hand to cup and squeeze my balls.

  I throw my head back against the headrest of the driver's seat and moan. It feels damn good.

  “Jesus, Sarah,” I groan.

  She immediately stops and looks up at me, a flash of anger in her eyes. “It's Sabrina,” she scowls.

  I give her a dry chuckle and a lopsided smile. “Right. Sorry,” I say. “You're so good that you're obviously scrambling my brain a bit.”

  She gives me a small smile, accepting what I said as truth. Probably only because she wants it to be true – doesn't want to think she's that disposable or faceless to me. But the truth of the matter, she is. I've got no plans to see her again after we finish up here. What is the point? I'm not looking for a relationship and even if I was, I don't really think I exactly qualify as “boyfriend material.”

  All I want is a little fun to pass some time while I wait for my target to make his move. Well – that and to get laid, I suppose.

  Apparently, she's satisfied so Sarah or Sabrina – or whatever the hell her name is – goes back to work, sucking and stroking me like she's auditioning for a porn. She's a nice enough girl, I suppose – early twenties, body that won't quit, sexy as hell. She's toned, tight, and best of all, eager to screw. As far as qualifications go, she's checked off every box on my list.

  We met at the bar across the street from my target's office. I figured I'd have a drink while I kept an eye on things. I honestly hadn't intended to hook up with Sarah – I actually only wanted a beer while I waited. But she struck up a conversation, one thing led to another, and the next thing I know, we're out in my car and I've got my cock in her mouth.

  Yeah, it's times like these when I enjoy being a PI the most.

  I let myself get so caught up in Sarah's blow job though, that I didn't realize my target was on the move. Not until I hear the soft beep coming from my laptop, anyway.

  “Shit,” I murmur.

  Sarah looks up at me with a curious and concerned expression on her face. “You okay? Did I –”

  “No, you're fine,” I say. “Sorry, it's work.”

  I can tell by her expression that she's disappointed, thinking that we aren't going to be able to finish our little tryst. But I know the device I'd planted on my target's car has a GPS device, so I'd be able to pick him up again later – like I said, I'm working smarter.

  But it's a small transmitter with a limited range, so I need to finish up with Sarah pretty quick if I'm going to finish this job up tonight. And I really want to finish this job up tonight. Sarah though, is looking at me like I'd just kicked her puppy and stole her candy. I give her a soft smile.

  I know I can be an asshole sometimes, but I'm not that big of an asshole. I'll make sure she has a good time. Besides, I really need to get off now too.

  “Let me guess,” she pouts, “you have to go.”

  I shrug. “I do, but I still have a few minutes.”

  I jump out of the car and hurry around to the passenger side – glad I'd had the foresight to park in a dark, secluded corner of the parking lot. Pulling open the door, I get her to her feet and give her a long, passionate kiss. The girl melts in my arms and kisses me back, taking my cock in her hand and give it a good, hard squeeze.

  She gives me a sultry little smile and I know she's still up for it. Turning
her around, I bend over the passenger seat and lift her skirt up, pushing it up around her waist. I take a look around to make sure nobody's watching us – more for her sake than mine, I really don't give a shit if they do – and when I see we're alone, I drive my cock deep into her.

  Sarah gasps and I feel her body tense up as I enter her. But as I grab on to her hips and slowly start to move my cock in and out of her, I feel her relax and loosen up a bit. As I start to pump my hips, slamming myself into her harder and faster in a steady rhythm, she begins to moan. Sarah pushes back against me, taking me deeper into her as she moans even louder.

  She so tight and feels so good, I know I'm not going to last very long. Sarah is moaning louder and her breathing is becoming a little ragged as I pump my cock into her hard and fast. I reach up and grab a handful of her hair, giving it a solid pull as I drive myself even deeper inside of her.

  “Oh, yes,” she groans, “Yes, baby, yes.”

  I grunt and grit my teeth, determined to make sure she gets off. Like I said, I'm not a totally selfish asshole. I move my hips, pumping into her even harder and I can feel that pressure building up inside of me. I hope she's close because I know I don't have much longer.

  The girl's body tenses up beneath me and her breath catches in her throat. She lets out a low moan that sounds more like a growl than anything. And then all at once, it feels like her entire body locks up for a moment before she begins to shake almost uncontrollably.

  Her voice breathy and ragged, she calls out my name as her orgasm tears through her. She's loud, so I quickly survey the parking lot, glad to see it's still deserted. I may not care if somebody sees us, but the last thing I need is for the cops to roll in – they might care a little bit.

  Sarah looks back at me over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip, and gives me a lascivious little smile. I take that as my cue and drive myself into her even harder. She gasps, but moans as I bury my cock into her as deep as I can go. I thrust myself deeper and harder, the pressure inside of me building to a crescendo.

  And then the dam burst.

  With one final, deep thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her and let out a groan. Throwing my head back, I let the sensations ripple through me as I unload my seed in a big, wet burst. My body trembles as I come and my fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.

  A moment later, my cock growing limp, I pull out of her and quickly pull up my pants. Sarah stands up and turns around, smoothing her dress down and looks at me with a sweet smile on her face. I hear my laptop beep again and look to it, growing a little anxious to be on my way.

  “That was incredible,” she says.

  I nod distractedly as I zip up my pants and buckle my belt. “Yeah, that was fun.”

  Sarah traces her fingertip down my chest. “We should do that again sometime,” she says. “Soon.”

  “Yeah,” I reply. “That'd be great. Listen I gotta run. Duty calls and all.”

  I walk around and get in behind the wheel of my car. Sarah leans in through the open window and hands me a piece of paper. I look at it questioningly.

  “It's my number,” she says. “Call me.”

  I give her my best thousand-watt smile. “Yeah, absolutely,” I say. “I had fun tonight. Thanks, Sarah.”

  Her smile fades immediately, and an annoyed look crosses her face. “It's Sabrina.”

  “Right, Sabrina,” I reply. “Sorry. I'm terrible with names.”

  I start the car up and back out of my space, giving her a wave as I accelerate out of the parking lot. Even as I turn out onto the street, I imagine that I can still see the look of anger and disapproval on her face. Sabrina. Not Sarah.

  Oh well, it wasn't like I was going to see her again.

  “Yeah, that could've gone smoother,” I say to myself.

  Stopped at a red light, I lean down and grab my laptop, setting it on the seat next to me and open it up. The tracking program is already up and running and I can see the little red dot that marks my target's car. It's stopped a little way up the road from where I am.

  I breathe a little sigh of relief that he hadn't gotten out of the transmitter's range. I'd be there in a few minutes, get what I need to wrap this job up, and move on to something else. Hopefully, something a little more interesting.

  Chapter Two

  I pull to a stop at the far end of the parking lot, kill the lights, and shut off the engine. I look at the flashing neon sign that proudly proclaims this fine establishment to be The Starlight Motel. It looks like the type of joint that rents out rooms by the hour.

  “Classy as hell, man,” I say.

  My target, one Richard Barrett, has apparently been having an affair for the last few months. And his wife, Margaret Barrett – my client – is apparently none too pleased by it. Which is why she hired me to get some incriminating photos of Mr. Barrett in the act with his mistress – who, after a little light digging, I found to be one of the clerks at the local grocery store.

  At least, he isn't banging his secretary and becoming that tired, old cliché.

  I grab my bag of equipment and get out of the car and walk across the parking lot. I stop by his car and take a look around before removing the tracking device I'd planted on it. Those things aren't cheap and I'm not made of money, after all. As a freelancer, I'm responsible for all my own gear. If I lose or break something, it comes out of my pocket. So yeah, I'm careful with my shit.

  Tucking the tracker back in my bag, I look at the motel. All the doors face the parking lot with large windows beside each one. I scratch at the stubble on my chin and try to figure out how I'm going to figure out which room he's in. I can see a dozen rooms with the lights on behind drawn curtains, which tells me that he's probably in one of those. Which doesn't do a whole lot to narrow down the possibilities for me.

  I can smash his car window and set of his alarm. But if I do that, he could be pissed enough that it ruins his evening with the clerk. Which means that I don't get the photos I need to close this case and move on to something else. And seriously, the last thing I want to do is spend another night tailing this guy around town.

  I take a look at the motel office and decide to see if I can get the intel I need from the clerk. I slip my hands into my coat pockets and walk across the parking lot. There is an electronic chime as I step through the door. Closing it behind me, I step to the counter and wait.

  A couple of minutes pass by and still nobody comes to the counter. I'm getting irritated and impatient, and bang on the bell sitting on the desk a couple of times.

  “Hello?” I call.

  A door behind the counter opens up and a man stumbles out. He's slovenly and completely disheveled. He can't be that much older than I am, has got a large beer gut, brown hair that's already thinning, and skin that looks pale and greasy. A thin film of sweat makes his face glisten and I can hear the distinct sounds of porn coming from the back room.

  As if noticing the sound of moaning and groaning filling the small lobby suddenly, the man quickly closes the door and clears his throat. He's not looking me directly in the eye when he finally looks up and his face is turning a shade of red not found in nature.

  “What can I do for you?” he asks, a forced chipperness in his voice.

  He holds out his hand and I look at it. Knowing what I know – namely, what he was doing in that back room – there is no way in hell I'm going to touch that man's hand. He looks at me, clears his throat and blushes again. He finally lowers his hand, as if he knows what's going through my mind.

  “Need some information,” I reply.

  The man cocks his head at me as he uses a handkerchief to dab at the sweat on his face. “Information?”

  I nod and flash him my credentials. To the unobservant – which, this man clearly is – it might appear to be a police badge and ID. What it was though, was my PI creds and a badge I'd bought on Amazon to use in situations like this. I never claim to be a cop – because that would be a crime. I just flash
them and let them make their own assumptions.

  And when I was dealing with morons – as this guy clearly is – flashing them usually has the desired effect. His eyes widen slightly and his mouth falls open.

  “W – what kind of information are you looking for?” he asks. “Is something going on here I need to be worried about?”

  “No, nothing to be worried about,” I say. “I'm just looking for somebody.”

  “Who?”

  “I need to know who's checked in over the last few hours,” I say. “Do you have a register I can look at?”

  The man nods and slides a book over to me. Taking a look at the names listed, I find the one I'm looking for. I tap on the name.

  “Darla Whitlock,” I say. “What room is she in?”

  “That nice lady? What could she –”

  “Room number,” I say gruffly.

  “Uhhh – room 231,” he replies.

  “Thank you,” I say. “Now, feel free to go back to your porn.”

  The man's face turns red again and he looks like he wants to crawl into a hole and die. I chuckle as I turn and walk out of his office, letting the door close behind me. I find my way to the stairs that lead up to the second floor. Room 231 is down on the end of the building and as quietly as I can manage, I make my way to it.

  I stand beside the window and start taking some of the equipment out of my bag. Through the window, I can hear the sound of a woman giggling, some moaning and groaning, as well as the familiar slap of flesh against flesh. Yeah, there's no question about what's going on in there.

  I duck down a bit and move to the door. I probably didn't need to be so cautious – the couple inside was obviously distracted and not likely paying attention to the door and window. They probably should have though. Or at least, they should have been a little bit smarter about having their little affair. Hooking up with somebody from the store you and your wife regularly shopped, in a motel halfway between your office and your house – not very smart. I would have expected more from ol' Richard Barrett, attorney at law.

  But Richard Barrett, attorney at law, is obviously more interested in nailing a girl half his age than he is in being smart about it. His problem, not mine. I'm there doing the job I'm being paid to do. What comes after that is all on him.