My Husband’s Boss Plays Wicked Games: Hotwife Tricked By an Alpha - Older Man/Younger Woman

Wicked, Wicked Games!

My husband’s boss likes to play wicked little games like cat and mouse . The only problem is… I’m the mouse!

With me as his prey, my husband’s boss plays wicked games… the games he plays are cruel and unforgiving but deliciously addictive… after a while, even if I wanted to say no, I still have one final lesson to learn: No one says no to billionaire Harrison Page!

Short Hotwife Follow-up to When My Husband’s Away… His Wife Becomes His Boss’s Prey

Apprx: 11,000 words



Excerpt:

I was walking by the pool, watching the full moon and stars overhead dancing off the water, beckoning like diamonds, but I was bored out of my head as usual at these monthly little dinners at my husband’s boss’s home. So damned boring! I wanted to peel off my designer dress and plunge into the refreshing, cool waters. That would certainly make a scene! Maybe it would even liven up the evening, if that were possible.

When I heard footsteps behind me, I turned and saw that Jon’s boss, Mr. Page was coming out to join me.

“Nice evening,” he commented, and it really wasn’t a question but I bit anyway.

“Yes, it’s so warm,” I made conversation, “but the breeze is nice.”

“Maybe you’d like to take a plunge?” he offered, gesturing to the pool.

I shook my head. “No, thank you. I’m not exactly dressed for it.”

He laughed deep in his chest. “I guess not.” He almost sounded disappointed. “I have a suit if you change your mind.”

Would he be joining me? I wondered. Or… was the suit for me? Either way, I wasn’t taking this bait. I did smile, though. I couldn’t shake the image of him joining me in the pool. “I’ll get back to you,” I said. “Jon must be wondering where I am. I’d better be getting back inside.”

He smiled down at me, and it was then I realized just how tall and powerfully built he was. “I’m sure he’s deep in business talk with someone or other,” he said as if it were a sin.

“Even so, I don’t want him to worry.”

“Does he worry?” he asked.

The question took me by surprise. If it wasn’t a pointed question, it certainly inferred a lot. But what exactly was he getting at? Was he eluding that my husband was taking me for granted. “Yes, he does,” I said firmly, staring into his dark eyes. But even I didn’t believe it. Jon did take me for granted, much of the time, in fact. He expected so much from me and gave so little. If he only knew how little he had to give to make me happy… to satisfy me to my deepest core.

“Sure, he does,” he said, clearly humoring me. “He’d have to be a fool not to.”

I drew in a deep, uncomfortable breath and decided to stay mum. There was nothing I could say to that. My husband was a fool, but I certainly would not confirm it to his boss of all people. “I’m going in,” I told him and started to walk away.

But before I could take a step, a hand came up into the small of my back…

And my husband’s boss pushed me into the pool!