The Bossman

If there was one thing that Sophie Palazzo knew her future wouldn’t hold, it was ties with the mafia.  When the mafia had a hand in her father’s death, she turned her back on every mobster she knew until one of them strutted into her massage studio several years later.  Even though Sophie resisted Joey, she realized that logic and reason didn’t have much say in matters of the heart; especially not once she realized that her Bossman can push buttons of hers that she didn’t even know she had….

When he arrived at her house on Sunday he heard Pink’s “Raise Your Glass” blasting inside. Not surprisingly, she didn’t hear him knock. He tried the door and found it open. Sophie was the kitchen, singing along to the music at the top of her lungs as she danced with abandon.  She wore a jean skirt and skimpy tank top and her feet were bare. Her eyes were closed, her head falling back so her thick hair moved in waves down her back. She bounced on her feet wearing a look of pure joy on her face. He leaned in the door frame, smiling and watching the show.

 

When her eyes flickered open and she caught sight of him, she gave a little shriek and skidded to a halt.

 

“I didn’t hear you come in!”

 

“Yeah, you need to keep your door locked when you’re here alone,” he said. “But don’t stop dancing. Please--don’t stop.”

 

“Shut up,” she said, coming over to offer her cheek for a kiss.

 

He would have preferred lips, but he kissed the velvety cheek. “No, I mean it. Please don’t stop. I was enjoying the show.” He pushed her into the kitchen, sidling up behind her to give her the bump and grind. She laughed, pushing her ass back toward his crotch and rubbing it, her arms in the air.

 

“Didn’t think you were the dancing type.”

 

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged, laughing. Grabbing the spatula from her hand, he held it wide, aimed toward her ass, so she turned around and bent over, bumping her butt to the beat and his smacks.

 

When the song ended, he turned her around and backed her up against the counter, pressing his body against hers.

 

“You’re so hot. What do I have to do to see that more often? Take you dancing?”

 

She grinned and shrugged. “We’re not dating, remember? But I might consider a dancing date, since they’re pretty hard to find.”

 

“Mmm, but I don’t know if I could handle other guys looking at you, though.”

 

“Come on, really? You’re that type?”

 

He tilted his head to the side, considering. “Nah. Yeah. Maybe a little. Don’t be mad, I just don’t like to share. Where’d you go out last night, anyway?”

 

A shutter snapped over her expression. “Oh, uh, we just went out for drinks and movie.”

 

She was lying. His heart began to pound in his chest. She had a boyfriend? She was twotiming him?

 

“Did you just lie to me?” he asked in his quiet but dangerous voice. Her mouth opened and he got the vibe more bullshit was coming, so he held up his finger. “Think before you speak, Sophie,” he warned. “You don’t want to make that mistake with me twice.”

 

She went pale, her eyes wide and terrified. “I - I - I - I...”

 

He softened at her look of real fear. She wasn’t used to him or his ways and probably believed he would hurt her. His long-practiced intimidation techniques were too heavy on a girl like her. He relaxed his face. “You can tell me,” he coaxed. “Just come clean and it will be all right.”

 

She looked at him warily, her breath coming in little gulps.

 

“What’s going on?” he prompted. “Why did you just lie to me?”

 

“I had a date,” she whispered. “I made it before we--before I met you. And I just wanted to tell him in person I couldn’t see him anymore. That’s all, I swear. I haven’t slept with--I mean been with anyone since we...”

 

Relief swept over him. No, more than relief--triumph. She answered as if she already considered herself his. The pounding in his chest slowed but he pressed his advantage. “Did you kiss him?’

 

“No--I mean yes,” she corrected quickly, possibly remembering he didn’t appreciate lying.

 

“But it was just a peck, I swear.”

 

He kept his face serious. “No tongue?”

 

She shook her head quickly, her pale green eyes pleading.

 

“And you felt you had to lie--why?”

 

She chewed her lip. “I-I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I mean, I don’t know-- you just said you don’t like to share. I thought you’d be mad.”

 

He nodded. “I see,” he said grimly, spinning her around and bending her over the counter.

 

He lifted her short denim skirt and grasped her panties, pulling them into her crack and twisting a wad in his fist to hold them there. He started to smack her exposed cheeks, hard.

 

“Ouch! Stop it!”

 

“I know we’re not in a committed relationship yet, but you still don’t go out with another man without talking to me about it. That’s disrespectful,” he said, never pausing in his rapid-fire spanks.

 

She squirmed and he pulled up on her panties, lifting her to her tiptoes and applying pressure across her pussy and anus. She gasped.

 

“And you never, ever lie to me.” He punctuated each word with a hard slap, leaving red fingerprints on her perfect ass. “Capisce?”

 

She bared her teeth, looking over her shoulder at him. Her face was flushed and her pupils had dilated. He froze, realizing he had gone too far and probably just ruined his chances with the one woman he was truly interested in. But then recognized the wild look in her eye--arousal.

 

Lust kicked through him like an explosion. He kept pressure on the panties, rubbing one of her reddened cheeks with his other hand, as he leaned forward to murmur in her ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

 

“No,” she said, her voice husky.

 

He released his hold on her panties to wrap his fist in her hair, using it to tug her head backward. “You’re lying,” he said in a low voice, his hand dipping into her bra to find an erect nipple. He pinched it. “Your body gives you away.”

 

She sucked in her breath between her teeth, which were still clenched and bared like a little wildcat. His hand left her breast and slipped below, moving her panties to the side to slide a finger across her hot, glossy opening. Her labia were spread open like flower petals, swollen with desire. “You feel that?” he murmured. “You’re turned on. That means you lied again...after I just told you not to,” he said.

 

This is the twelfth book of Renee Rose’s that I have read and reviewed on www.bottomsupbookreview.com, including compilations that Renee has contributed to.  And like the eleven that came before it, The Bossman was an absolute smash!  Renee Rose has a way with words that draws the reader into the story and makes her experience every emotion of the protagonist.  Every time one of Ms. Rose’s books flies across my inbox, I can’t help but smile as I know I am going to devour it.  Twice, at least.  I loved Sophie’s spunk and Joey’s natural apt for dominance in The Bossman.  Do yourself a favor and read this book today!