Page 29 of Bossed By The Boggart

“I have excellent hearing, Wyn. If anyone is close, I will know. Do you trust me?”

She stares, naked desire etched into her features. “Yes, Bash, I do.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me. Now, be a good girl, and take off your pants.”

Wyn hesitates for a split second before complying. She unbuttons her slacks, slowly drawing them down her long, silky legs just to drive me wild.

Underneath, a matching lace thong covers her, and I place a kiss on the sexy, little bow that sits in the middle, reminding me of a wrapped present that I can’t wait to open.

Her hands shake as Wyn goes to push the fabric over her hips, but I still her trembling fingers with my own.

“We don’t have to do this. If I’m moving too fast, tell me.”

“You’re not. I want this. It’s just been a while since I’ve been with someone as a woman.”

“This is new for both of us because this is our first time together. We’re both learning and discovering. Nothing is wrong and off-limits to feel or touch unless we—you—say otherwise. Show me how to make it feel good for you.”

With a nod, she shoves her panties out of the way, and I bury my face between her legs, taking in her scent until it’s part of my own.

I want to be covered in this woman from head to toe so the whole world knows that I belong to her and vice versa.

“What now?” Wyn whispers when I nip her inner thigh.

A wicked smirk tugs at my lips.

Now I make you mine.

CHAPTER NINE

WYN

Telling a potential lover that I’m transgender is one of the most nerve-wracking things I’ve experienced.

It’s agonizing, opening up like this and making myself vulnerable because there’s a chance they won’t accept me.

And I’ve had enough rejection to last a lifetime.

But Bash Ettin doesn’t even blink an eye when I whisper my secret.

Hell, he embraced it—me—so quickly, I had to do a double take to ensure I wasn’t dreaming.

It sure seems like a fantasy come to life with Bash kneeling in front of me while I tremble with need.

He stares up at me, our gazes locking as he presses a kiss against my clit.

His tongue flicks out to circles around it, and my knees turn to rubber.

I start to sink down, but Bash is all muscle, easily holding up my frame while he explores my body.

My clit throbs, still half-hard, and I arch into my boss’s touch.

A kernel of insecurity flares within me, and Bash stops licking my clit.

“Everything still ok?”

“I won’t stay hard for long.”

“So? I like you soft. Show me how you muff. I want your clit in my mouth when you come.”

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