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Marrying the Bosshole

Billionaire Bosshole Newsletter Bonus Epilogue

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RONAN

I groaned as something warm and wet wrapped around my dick. 

"Christ, this is a great dream." 

Quinn moaned, the vibration from her mouth reverberating down my shaft. 

I nearly wept when that warmth disappeared. 

"Good morning, Mr. Maxwell." 

What the hell? 

My eyes popped open as Quinn wrapped her lips around my cock once again. I clenched her blonde hair in my fist as she bobbed up and down my length. Fuck, she gave the best head. It was the perfect blend of suction, swirling tongue, and teeth lightly raking down my cock. 

My hips thrust into her mouth involuntarily as she took me in deeper. "I hope you're ready for a hard day of work." 

She released me with a pop. "Mmm, you know me. Always eager to please the boss." The last sentence was spoken in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe-esque tone.

I smirked. It had been over a year since Quinn had served as my executive assistant, but she would indulge me in a little role play every now and again. 

Hottest. Thing. Ever. 

My beautiful fiancée resumed her task with remarkable effort. You could never accuse the woman of having a shitty work ethic. I moaned when her hand joined in the action, cupping my balls. If she kept this up, I was going to bust a nut in no time. 

I needed to be inside this woman, STAT. I hauled her up my body so I could reverse our positions. The moment her back hit the mattress, Quinn wrapped her toned thighs around my waist. 

Her spine bowed when I slid my cock back and forth over her clit. "Why, Mr. Maxwell, you seem awfully excited to see me." 

I kissed along the graceful column of her throat, kneading her full breast in my hand. With my other hand behind the firm globes of her ass, I lifted her, sliding into her tight heat in one smooth motion. We both cursed as I pulled back before pushing forward again. 

I took her lower lip between my teeth. "I'm always excited to see you, Miss Montgomery. Even when you're a pain in my ass." 

She dug her nails into said ass, rocking against me. "You love it when I'm a pain in your ass." 

I cradled her face in my palms. "I love you." 

She smiled. "I love you, too, Ronan." 

I brushed some hair away from her forehead. "Christ, you're beautiful." 

Quinn's brown eyes filled with unshed tears. "You getting soft on me, boss man?" 

"Does it feel like I'm getting soft on you?" I slammed into her, angling my dick in that way she loved most. "In fact, I think we’ll need to work long and hard for quite a while yet. Do you think you're up for the challenge?" 

Her eyes twinkled in amusement as she bit her bottom lip. "Show me what you've got, Mr. Maxwell." 

"With pleasure, Miss Montgomery." I glided my thumb over Quinn’s swollen lips as I stilled inside of her. “I can't wait to marry you.”

She nibbled on the pad of my thumb. “Only a few more hours to go.”

I raised into a plank position so I didn’t crush her with my weight. “You know, I’ve gotta say. I was a bit surprised you threw that whole you can’t see the bride before the wedding tradition out the window.”

Quinn quirked a perfectly sculpted brow. “And miss the opportunity to give you that wake-up call on your last day as a single man? Never.”

I laughed, something I did more often than I’d ever thought possible since I made this woman mine. I was the grumpiest asshole I knew for pretty much my entire adult life. In fact, you could say I was an insufferable prick for the first two years Quinn and I had known each other. Despite this, our chemistry was explosive, and one late night at work, we gave in to temptation right on my desk. 

After that, denying how badly I wanted her was futile. That doesn’t mean I didn’t try, though, to where I almost lost her entirely. My older brother once told me the right woman could make you a better man. It seemed impossible at the time, but Quinn Montgomery made me see the light.  The day she forgave me, I promised myself I would never make her regret doing so for a single moment. 

“That was quite the wake-up call. Maybe we should consider adding it to the concierge services?” Goose bumps scattered across her skin as I trailed a finger over her collarbone.

Now it was her turn to laugh. “It would certainly set Maxwell Hotels apart from the competition.” 

“Indeed.” I grinned. “But no more business talk. I am officially off duty for the next seven days.”

As CEO of one of the world’s largest luxury hotel chains, work was a large part of my life. Thankfully, Quinn was every bit the workaholic that I was as head of finance for a boutique cosmetics company. When we decided to get married in Hawaii, at the same hotel where our professional relationship turned into something a lot more personal, we both knew I would turn this into a business trip as well. 

Since we were spending the entire week on the islands before we exchanged vows, I had scheduled in everything I needed to do before our wedding day. Being my perfect match in every way, Quinn didn’t give me any shit for it. She knew I was a man of my word, and I had every intention of making her my one and only priority after we became man and wife. If I had my way, we would spend most of that time naked.

“Did you ever think we’d get here?” Quinn brushed some sweaty hair away from my forehead. “We spent so long hating each other. How did we go from that to walking down the aisle?”

“Clearly, I’m the luckiest bastard alive.” 

Her brown eyes sparkled with amusement. “Or, you’re just really great with the dirty-talk.” 

“That, too.” I gave her a long, lingering kiss. “For the record, I never hated you. I think part of me always knew you were my game changer, Quinn, but I didn’t want to accept it. I don’t know if you know this, but I can be a stubborn ass sometimes.”

“Oh, trust me, I am well aware.” 

“Don’t act like you’re not equally pigheaded.” I pinched her ass, making her squeal, before pulling out of her tight heat. “But arguing with you is my favorite kind of foreplay, baby.”

“Hmm.” She tapped her lips in mock contemplation. “That is high on the list of my favorites. But there is one thing I love more.”

“Oh, yeah?” I slowly began trailing kisses down her torso, knowing exactly where she was going with this. “What’s that?”

Quinn fisted my hair, pushing me down even further. I loved it when she got bossy in bed. “Put your tongue on me, Ronan.”

I swirled the tip of my tongue around her navel. “My tongue is on you, baby.”

She applied more pressure to my head and huffed. “You know what I meant, you ass.”

“Oh?” I moved lower, blowing my hot breath directly over where she wanted me most. “Do you want me to lick your pretty pussy until you’re screaming my name?” I gave her one long lick from bottom to top to demonstrate. “Do you want me to devour your dripping cunt until you can’t possibly take anymore and you’re begging me to get inside of you again?” 

“God, yes,” she panted as I feasted on her. “Oh, damn, right there.”

I inserted an index finger, thrusting in and out until the digit was well lubricated. Then, I pressed the tip of that same finger against her ass. “Do you want me to finger your ass while I eat you out until you’re begging me to put my cock there, too?”

My girl loved some occasional ass play, and I couldn’t say I was mad about it.

“Yes!” Quinn gasped as I pushed inside of her tight ass, rotating my wrist as I pumped my finger. “Less talking, more doing!”

“You love my filthy words,” I taunted. “They get you hot.”

I’d proven time and time again, some carefully crafted dirty-talk could bring Quinn to the brink of an orgasm. Sometimes, I barely had to touch her before she came for the first time. Lucky for my fiancée, I was a giver in bed, which meant I didn’t stop until she’d had multiple orgasms. 

 “Ronan, I swear to God—” I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, cutting off whatever verbal tirade she was about to go on. After Quinn sufficiently suffocated me with her thighs, she blew out the breath she’d been holding during her climax. “Holy shit, I could wake up like that every damn day.”

I licked her through the final post-orgasmic tremor. “Sweetheart, all you need to do is meet me at the end of that aisle this afternoon, and you can count on that happening for at least the next fifty years.”

She chuckled. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”  

 

QUINN

 

I’d been dreaming of my wedding day since I was a little girl. I would spend hours on end looking through bridal magazines, oohing and aahing over designer gowns with cathedral trains, floral arrangements that were bigger than my entire body, and extravagant ballrooms that cost a fortune to rent. Back then, I had no idea how easily the expenses added up when you were planning an event such as this. 

Ironically, since I was marrying a billionaire at one of his family’s Hawaiian resorts, cost wasn’t really an issue. I knew my soon-to-be-husband would’ve spent whatever it took to make my dream a reality. But the thing was, I didn’t want a big fuss. The only thing that mattered was Ronan and the life we were going to build together as husband and wife. As long as my groom was at the end of the aisle waiting for me as promised, that was all I needed to make this day perfect.

“Oh, honey. You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” my dad said as he entered the cabana where I’d gotten ready.

I raised my brows as my mother’s green eyes twinkled with amusement. “What about Mom?”

He flushed and grabbed the back of his neck. “Uh...” 

My mother swatted my arm with the back of her hand. “Oh, leave your poor father alone. I know this is your day, sweetheart, but maybe you can dial down the smartass just a tad today, huh?” 

“I suppose I can try.” I sighed dramatically. “But if it doesn’t work out, you have no one to blame but yourself. I learned from the best, after all.”

My dad laughed. “Damn, Allison, she’s got you there.”

My mom flipped him off. “Bite me, Mark.”

“Name the time and place, babe.” He winked at her. 

Gross.

I may have been in my late twenties, and lord knew I was no stranger to flirty banter, but that didn’t mean I needed to witness my parents doing it.

“Aw, you guys are so cute!” my best friend, Antonio, gushed. 

I pointed a stern finger at him. “Don’t encourage them.”

“You ready to do this, Quinn?” My other bestie, Sylvie, handed me my simple bouquet of purple orchids to represent the island where Ronan and I first realized we were in love.

I nodded. “I am.” 

My father peeked his head through the canvas curtain, signaling the musician we had hired. When he strummed the first notes of Jack Johnson’s “Better Together” on his acoustic guitar, Antonio offered his arm to my mom, taking the lead in our procession. As my maid of honor, Sylvie was next, blowing me an air kiss before disappearing behind the curtain. 

My dad and I waited about thirty seconds before he turned to me and said, “You sure about this? Last chance to back out. I don’t know if you know this, honey, but I heard that guy can be a real asshole sometimes.”

I laughed at his joke. My parents knew how rocky mine and Ronan’s start was, but they could also plainly see how far we’d come. “True. But he’s my asshole.”

He smiled proudly. “Alright then. Let’s get you hitched.” 

He stepped out first, holding the canvas aside for me. The moment I took his arm and we started walking down the makeshift aisle in the sand, I spotted my unbelievably handsome groom waiting for me beneath a small pergola, with his older brother Liam standing beside him. For the first two years we’d known each other, I’d never seen Ronan wearing anything but a suit, but I later learned he had a surprisingly vast collection of T-shirts and jeans which he wore well. Today, my groom was dressed in a white linen short-sleeved button-down shirt with a pair of tan chinos. His brown hair was freshly trimmed, the short strands blowing in the light breeze, and the ever-present stubble lining his jaw taunted me, reminding me of how it scratched my inner thighs only a few hours ago.

God, I didn’t think I’d ever tire of looking at that man.

Ronan’s impossibly blue eyes drank me in as I walked down the aisle. I was wearing a flowy off-white strapless chiffon dress that fell down to my ankles with a pair of silver beach-friendly sandals. My gown was rather simple and fairly modest, but the hunger in his gaze would make you think I was in the middle of performing a striptease. I gave him a look that screamed, not the time to give me the I-want-to-do-dirty-things-to-you eyes, but in true Ronan Maxwell form, he didn’t give a damn, as evidenced by his sexy smirk. This was how he always looked at me, even back when we were both adamantly denying our attraction to one another.

And as much as I hated to admit it, I loved his over-the-top cockiness, or as Antonio liked to call it, his big ol’ dick energy. Well, sometimes, it drove me crazy, but that usually led to him using that big ol’ dick to give me multiple orgasms, so I forgave him. 

The music quieted as I reached the altar, and my father placed my hand in Ronan’s before stepping aside to take a seat next to my mom in the front row. 

Ronan leaned down as if he were placing a chaste kiss on my cheek, but I knew something filthy was about to come out of his mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars while you’re wearing this dress. And then I’m going to strip you out of it, redden your beautiful ass, and do it all over again.”

I bit my lip as he pulled back, side-eyeing the minister to see if he’d overheard that. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like it, or he was kind enough to pretend he didn’t anyway. I’d like to say Ronan’s inappropriately timed dirty-talk was scandalizing, but considering the man proposed to me while he was eating me out, I’d be lying.

“Aloha, ladies and gentlemen,” the minister began. “We are gathered here today...” 

As Ronan and I exchanged vows, promising our lives to one another in front of our closest friends and family, my heart felt incredibly full.

I had no doubt that Ronan Maxwell was my soul mate. There was most certainly a healthy amount of arguments in our future, along with an equal measure of makeup sex, but that was just who we were, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.

And as we said our I dos, and the minister pronounced us husband and wife, the man who I once referred to as my bosshole, was now my forever.

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