Conveniently Yours (Forbidden Bosses)

1. Scarlett

ONE

SCARLETT

FIVE YEARS AGO

"Scarlett," I hear Berna, my friend shout as she waves her hands in the air, a huge smile on her face. "This is so freaking cool. God, I love your brother, he throws the best parties ever."

I shake my head. The past three years have been hell. My parents died, and that left Noah in charge of me. There's a seven-year age gap between Noah and me, he's had to take on the role of parent to me, and it's halted the plans that he had.

I adore my brother, but he's all about the party lifestyle and wanting to have as much fun as possible. Every weekend there's a party in our house, and thankfully, today is the last day I have to suffer through one. I'm not a party type girl, I'm more of a head stuck in a book type. But tonight, this party is for me. I've finally graduated high school, and I'm leaving for college next week. I'm moving over an hour away and plan on doing a business major.

"Have you seen him?" Berna asks.

My brows knit together. "Seen who?" I ask, wondering who she's talking about.

She sighs. "Noah, have you seen him?"

I can't help but grimace. Berna has never made it a secret how much she wants Noah, and I find it sickening to think of her and my brother together. But they're both of age and can do as they please. "I think he went outside," I tell her. "Be careful," I warn. I know my brother; I know what he's like with women. He's not the type to settle down. Not yet, anyway.

She flashes me a smile. "Always," she says as she moves away, her body gyrating to the music pumping through the speakers.

I glance down at my empty glass and sigh. I should get another one. After all, it's a celebration. I weave my way through the throngs of people dancing until I reach the kitchen. The only person who's here to celebrate me leaving is Berna, but even that, I think is partly with her wanting to get with Noah.

I fill my cup with the beer and take a sip. It doesn't taste great, but I'm not complaining. Free booze is always a plus.

"Hey, Scar," I hear the deep baritone voice of Axel, and my body immediately comes to life.

Axel Beckett is Noah's best friend and the boy I have had a crush on since I was fourteen. He's tall, sandy blonde hair, and piercing green eyes. He's gorgeous, and just like my brother, he likes women.

"Hey, Axel," I say with a smile as I turn to face him. "Noah's outside," I tell him and go to move away.

His hand snaps around my wrist, and he pulls me to a stop. "Where are you going, girl? Are you in a rush?"

I blink, confused by his words. "No, just thought you'd want to go to Noah."

He flashes me that grin, the one that makes my heart pound, my breath catch, and my knees weak. "It's not his party, it's yours. I came to see you."

My lips part in surprise. "You did?"

He shakes his head. "Seriously?" he mutters. "You need to open your eyes, darling, it’s been you all along."

He's not making any sense. I have no idea what he's talking about. "Um, thank you?" I say, unsure as to even respond and thinking that's the best way to do so.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Fuck," he says through his laughter. "You're so damn sweet."

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He nods. "Come," he says as he intwines his fingers through mine. "Let's go talk."

I nod, knowing that I'd follow him to the moon, but I'm still a little unsure of what's happening. He leads me upstairs and into my bedroom, the moment he closes the door, my heart races, my hands become sweaty and I'm staring at him with wide eyes. The music from downstairs is just a thrumming bass.

"Look, Scar," he begins as he stands before me, his smile so damn perfect he takes my breath away. "I'm going to say this once, and if you don't want it, then I'll leave you be."

I blink. "What's going on, Axel? What happened?"

He shakes his head. "Settle, Scar, it's nothing bad." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Fuck, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I've never been the one to get shy, I always say what I feel and be done with it. But this is different, it's more."

I move toward him, my heart still racing and my feet unsteady. "Hey," I whisper as I reach out for him. "Whatever it is, it's fine," I tell him. I've never seen him this way before.

"I want you," he tells me. "I fucking always have."

I stare at him with wide eyes, my stomach flipping, and inside I want to release a high-pitched screech. Oh my God. "You do?" I whisper.

He grins, moving a step closer, and before I know it, his hand is tangled in my hair, his lips are pressed against mine and I'm in heaven. I cling to him as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he takes everything from me.

Hot need rushes through me. This is what I’ve wanted for a long time but was too afraid to reach for. He's Noah's best friend, they're like brothers. But this is something I've dreamed about for years, and it's happening.

His hands sweep down past my neck to my shoulders, I shiver in response. The straps of my dress fall from my shoulders as his lips trail from the corner of my mouth, down my neck, and across my collarbone. Every kiss is like a feather against my skin, but like molten lava inside my veins. I'm burning with need.

Throwing my head back, I cling to him, my body humming with anticipation. The sound of my zipper has me tensing slightly, but Axel’s lips on my skin soothes over the mild fear. “Beautiful,” he growls, as my dress falls from my body and pools at my feet. “So damn beautiful, Scarlett,” his voice thick with need, his eyes bright with lust.

I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. All I see is him, it’s all I’ve ever seen.

“Lie down, baby,” he instructs, helping me to the bed. I can't help but stare up at him. God, is this actually going to happen? Are we doing this?

My breath catches as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, his taut muscles on display, making me want to reach out. The moment his pants are undone, his hard cock springs free, and I swallow hard.

Holy hell, that is huge.

My breathing deepens as he moves toward me, a predatory gleam in his eyes. His hands skim down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers loop through the band of my panties and pull them from my body.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, his gaze now on my pussy.

“Please,” I beg, my words are breathy. “I need you,” I tell him. I can’t wait any longer. I've never wanted anything more than I do right now. I need Axel, I want him.

“Lie back and enjoy, baby,” he tells me as he pulls my legs apart. He sinks to his knees, and I tense when his head goes between my thighs.

“God, Axel—”

“You're going to love this, Scar, just trust me," he says huskily.

I lie back and do what he asks. I do trust him. Implicitly. I'm just a little scared. I've never done anything like this before, and I don't know what to do, so I continue to lie here and trust he’ll take care of me.

I gasp when his tongue sweeps across my folds. My fingers grip the bed sheets as he does it again and again. My body humming as pleasure takes over. I forget about everything and just let go.

My back arches off the bed when he pushes a finger inside of me. “God, so tight,” he groans. “Relax, baby,” he coaxes me as he starts moving, pushing his finger in and out of me.

My body tingles as my pleasure builds. I’m grinding down against his hand, trying to get more.

“That’s it, Scar, so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his movements get quicker and harder. I’m panting, clawing at the bed as I seek my peak. I cry out when his tongue sweeps across my little nub, the nerve endings sending me into a frenzy. His mouth closes around my clit, and he sucks, his fingers fucking me faster. It’s too much.

Sensory overload.

My orgasm builds until it reaches boiling point, my body on fire from his touch. The moment he adds another finger inside of my pussy, stretching me, I cum, shouting his name as my body quakes with the force of the orgasm.

He doesn’t step back. In fact, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, sucking and slurping at my pussy as I cum. “You taste divine, baby,” he growls, and his mouth goes back to work, sucking and licking.

My pussy shakes with the aftermath. “It’s too much,” I gasp, but he doesn’t stop. His finger goes to my clit, and he sets about making me cum for a second time. “Axel,” I breathe as his tongue enters my pussy, stabbing into me like a man possessed.

My body, still not recovered from the first, starts to climb, this time higher than it ever has. I’m panting, unable to catch my breath, my legs quaking, as I grind down against his mouth, seeking more, needing to cum even though the aftermath of my first orgasm hasn’t finished.

Fighting off is pointless, there’s no way in hell I’d be able to do that, Axel’s too talented to let it work. I dare not even think about how he knows how to do this, the thought of him with another woman has my stomach churning. His magical fingers and skillful mouth are too much, and I detonate, completely shattering at his hands. My pussy floods his mouth as I tremble. My eyes close as my orgasm washes over me.

The feel of his lips against my skin has me opening my eyes. He’s working his way up my body, his hands and lips not missing an inch of me, leaving me burning like an inferno for him. He hovers over me, our lips crashing together. Once again, my body ignites, wanting him. “Please,” I murmur, unable to think of anything but having him inside of me.

He nods, his lips pressing against mine again, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, taking my breath away as he shows me love. His cock nudging at my entrance, and I open my legs to let him in.

He slides into me, his cock stretching my pussy. He’s thick and makes me feel so full. His lips are still on mine, kissing me, making me drunk on lust and love. He slowly pulls out, and I whimper against his mouth, instantly missing the fullness. He thrusts back into me—harder this time—breaking through my innocence and driving home.

I tear my mouth away from his. Tears spring to my eyes as I cry out. Pain, unlike any other, hits me, like I’ve just been torn in two.

His lips are at my neck, kissing away the pain, his hands on the bed on either side of my body, keeping his weight off me. He's perfectly still, waiting for me to give him the go ahead to continue.

“I'm so sorry,” he growls, making his way to my mouth with his kisses. “So, fucking sorry.”

"It's okay," I assure him, and I moan when he moves slightly; the pain ebbing away and being replaced by pleasure. “Again,” I whine.

“Good?” he asks as he slowly withdraws and pushes back in.

“Mmm,” I groan, feeling him stretching me.

With his gaze firmly on me, he begins to move, his hips thrusting into me, driving his cock deeper and deeper.

“Christ,” he groans in the back of his throat. “You’re so damn tight,” he growls, his strokes harder, faster, deeper.

Wrapping my legs around his waist and winding my arms around his neck, I press closer to him, loving the connection we have right now. Nothing has felt better than right here, right now.

Our lips touch, and it’s as though a switch has been flicked, Axel's fingers tighten on my waist, digging into the flesh, his hips rotating as he pistons into me, it’s unrelenting, the pain of his thrusts adding to the rising pleasure.

“Oh God,” I gasp as my body once again starts to hit the peak.

“Yes,” he grunts, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to feel you cum all over me, baby.”

“Right there,” I hiss as he thrusts deep into me once again. “God,” I cry out. “So good.”

I feel his cock twitch inside of me. “Cum, Scar,” his tone urgent, his teeth clenched.

He pistons into me again, sending me spiraling. Throwing my head back, I scream out his name as I cum once more. My body is completely spent, my breathing heavy, but I cling to him as he searches for his release.

I press my lips against his neck, my teeth scraping against his skin, his body trembles beneath me, and he thrusts once—twice—three times before burying himself to the hilt and letting go with a low groan.

Once we’re able to catch our breath, he pulls his softening cock out of me, making me wince at the pain and the loss of him. He presses a chaste kiss against my lips before falling onto his back, his arms pulling me into his body. I go willingly, never having felt the way I do right now.

"You're mine, Scar," he says as looks over at me. His chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing. "I'm not letting you go."

I swallow hard, God, hearing that, sounds so amazing. "What about Noah?" I ask. I know my brother; he's not going to be happy with what's happened between us.

He gives me a blinding smile. "Leave him to me, everything is going to be fine."

I nod, hoping and praying he’s right. He pulls me against him, and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. I'm trying to wrap my head around what's happened?

How did I go from crushing on Axel for years to us ending up in bed and him taking my virginity? I smile big as I think about how good he felt and how amazing it is to be in his arms. Maybe, just maybe, things are looking up?