This is Book Two of The Bossman Series and I'm happy to share Renee's book on my blog today.
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
Publisher’s Note: This book contains spanking, anal sex and hot scenes that may keep you up late reading.
Excerpt: After her first spanking
The morning after Lexi receives her first spanking from mobster Bobby Manghini, he shows up to make sure she’s feeling okay about the way things went:
“So you’re staying? You’re still my goomah?”
“Did you bring any money?” she asked with mock greediness. “No, just kidding. Bad joke. I sort of hate myself for using you like this.”
“I don’t hate myself for using you. At all,” he said, waggling his eyebrows in an appreciative leer. “And yes, I brought the money. Go get dressed and we’ll take it down to the salon together.”
She surged from his lap at the order. “Do I have time for a quick shower?” she called over her shoulder as she padded to the bedroom.
“Do what you need to do,” he said.
She turned on the water and popped in the shower, making it quick, not wanting to keep him waiting. Their discussion had relieved the heaviness and confusion she’d felt all morning, and now as she shampooed her hair and shaved her legs, a new excitement bubbled up.
When she stepped out of the shower, Bobby was sitting on the bathroom countertop, waiting.
“Eek! You surprised me. I’m sorry, am I taking too long?”
As usual, he looked casually elegant, his khaki slacks crisply ironed, the short-sleeved button-down square cut at the bottom to wear un-tucked. “No, I just wanted to watch,” he said, his eyes roving across her body.
She dropped her towel to give him the full view. “I’m yours to ogle.”
He grinned. “My cousin Joey just texted to say he has tickets to the Cubs game today. You want to head down to Wrigley Field after we stop by the salon?”
She lit up, the idea of spending the afternoon with him appealing. “I’d love to! Oh wait,” she said, giving him a coy look over her shoulder as she headed out the door. “Why are you asking? I thought I was available to you anytime you demand, unless I’m working.”
He lunged and caught her around the waist before she made it out the door. Hauling her back, he put one foot on the toilet and bent her over his knee, delivering a series of stinging smacks to her ass. “Are you really going to tell me how to do my job?”
“No, sir!” she yelped.
He stopped and rubbed away the sting, then craned his head around to inspect her backside. She had examined herself in the mirror that morning, fascinated with how quickly her butt recovered from punishment. Only a few red lines remained from her whipping.
“How is your sweet little ass today?” he asked.
She considered lying. She certainly didn’t want him to ever spank her harder than he had. But he seemed so good at reading her, he would probably know a fib when he heard it. “A little sting-y in places, but mostly fine,” she admitted.
He turned her to face him, squeezing and kneading her ass. “Does it scare you to hear I can’t wait to spank you again?” he murmured.
She swallowed. Her pussy said no, regardless of her reluctance to admit anything to her demanding lover.
He released her and gave her ass a slap. “Go on and get ready.”
“Yes, sir,” she laughed and went into the bedroom, pulling on a halter top and short cut-off jeans.
“Mmm, mmm,” Bobby said when he saw her. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
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