Todos os capítulos de Taming Her Billionaire Boss: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The limo pulled up the old registry. Avery's held the food flash to her chest, dreading what Shawn would do to her, and then to Michael. He was a man on a mission, wounded from his past. Although, his story might have some merit, she had learned the hard way not to jump rashly into conclusions. Michael had a right to say his own part of the story."We're here," Shawn opened the limo door and climbed out of the limo, holding his staff with him. "Do you want me to ask you to step out of the car?"'What's with the ridiculous looking staff?' Avery wanted to blurt.On their way there, he had called some men to meet him at the registry. From the reservation in his voice, they were not guest for the party. Something terrible sad up. She could feel it down to her bones. She debated leaving the limo into the registry. Aside the dangers biting into her skin, she didn't want to witness Michael and Nicki holding hands. It broke her the first time; a second time would shatter her to piece. For th

'Okay. Take a deep breath,' Avery closed her eyes, and did as her subconscious had instructed. 'This has to be a joke.'Her pulse reverberated in her cheeks. Maybe an inward reflection would help her understand what was going one. One minute, Shawn was planning to marry her against her will, and the very next, a hundred million bounty was on her head.What in the world of crazy is going on!She didn't want to die. Too much was at stake. There had to be something she could do to pacify Nicki; something she could forgo; a part of her she must surrender. The deeper she racked her brain, the closer she felt to the end. She had more to live for. Her mother, her aspirations, Michael...Oh Michael.If what he said was true, she had a right to give him a chance. She dragged Michael's arm, feeling the vibrations in it."What are we going to do?" she muttered helplessly. "I don't want to die."One of the thugs lunged at Michael, swinging the rod above him. Michael, dodged the attack and caught h

"He needs blood," Dr Tancredi broke the sour news, her voice low and contemplating. "He has lost too much blood. It's a miracle he's still breathing." Avery, Pedro, Victoria and Dianne were in a ward with Michael lying on a hospital bed. The second man drove back to the registry to take care of the mess, erasing Michael and Avery's prints from the scene. He also agreed to stop by at a restaurant to get Dianne some food to eat. Avery had forgotten the food flasks in Shawn's car, due to the commotion at the registry. Avery sat at the edge of the hospital bed, holding Michael's hand. A couple of nurses got rid of his tattered hoodie and helped him into a blue hospital gown. Avery did not miss the naughty sexual remarks they made about him, but she let it slide. Michael needed all the help his body required to pull through, even though it came from cheap mannerless nurses throwing themselves at an unconscious man. "He's so cute," one of them, a Latino with brunette curls tied

"I've waited for long for this," Michael removed Avery's tee in a split second, discarding it to the tiled floor. He deepened the kiss, bringing his hands to her ripe bosom, squeezing them with the bra.The feeling hits harder when you squeeze the melons with the bra on.Avery moaned between the kiss, hissing in ecstacy. "We should not be doing this. Not here.""I know," he lowered his hands to her abdomen, mapping her soft milky skin. She might not be in the class of ladies that spend a fortune on beauty products, Avery's skin needed no tending. She was a natural with blessed assets.And he loved it that way.Despite herself, she wanted Michael to take her to the verge. Her body sought his touch, even when her mind refuted. Michael sensed the conflict she was battling with. He sighed and dropped his hands to his side, his hard member jostling for freedom. "Avery," he began, keeping his hands to himself against his primal urge to devour her where she sat. He had to be straight with h

Okay, what to do.Avery was yet to experience her first sex- touching aside-, let alone going down on a man; not just any man, but Michael King, the king of her spicy conceptions, the centerpiece of her being. Sometimes, when the urge became primal and suffocating, she watched porn and imagined Michael doing the things porn stars do on set. Her conscience reprimanded her. She broke her code of celibacy. But every night it happened, she convinced herself she was doing the right thing. They would come in handy. And the day was here... finally.She made sure to commence some of the methods to her memory, intending to use it when the time presented itself.'I pray this works,' she prayed, going down on her knees in front of him."I'm not sure I can take all of you," she said, grabbing the shaft with both hands. Her breath hitched, as his dick pulsed in her hand, the reb mushroom cap glimmering with pre-cum. "This is my first time doing this.""I'll teach you all you need to know," he br