Page 12 of Tempted By the Bosshole

Am I? Not according to Eric.

I swallow. “Do you like responsive?”

“I expect it. If you hold back your reactions, I’ll withhold orgasms. Are we clear?”

That answer should annoy me. Who is he to tell me when I can and can’t come? Instead, I’m turned on. “Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm, there’s my polite girl again,” he says in smug delight. “We’re going to get along well.”

He begins lowering my zipper. The quiet hiss in the otherwise silent room makes me achingly aware that I’m about to get naked for a stranger whose name I don’t even know.

The red velvet sheath gapes open. Slowly, he pushes the lone spaghetti strap of the asymmetrical dress off my shoulder. He doesn’t have to ask me to lift my arm free; I yield to his unspoken wish.

Moments later, the garment sags, clinging to my hips. He pushes it down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but too-tall stilettos and the Christmas thong Jen insisted I need.

“Hmm.” He caresses my ass. “Step out.”

I do, leaving the safety of my dress puddled on the floor. As I turn to face him, he flips on the bedside lamp. A golden glow illuminates the manly bedroom of grays and wood tones. He turns his dark eyes on me, his stare lingering on my mouth and breasts before stopping between my legs.

He smiles. “That’s subtle.”

I glance down at the black thong Jen gave me. The front is emblazoned with mistletoe bound by a bright red bow. My bestie teased that, if I wore these underwear, maybe I’d finally find a guy who would kiss my pussy. “A friend gave me these as a joke.”

“A guy friend?” He almost sounds…jealous.

I shake my head. “My bestie, Jen.”

“Remind me to thank her later for the suggestion.”

Is he intimating that he’s planning to put his mouth there? I gulp.

His smile widens. “Look at you blush.”

Resisting the urge to fidget under his hot gaze, I watch him tear off his coat and tie while he kicks off his shoes. “Anything you don’t like in bed? Anything you won’t do?”

“Um…not that I know of.”

“No hard limits?” He saunters closer, grinning like I’ve just given him the best gift of the Christmas season. “This is going to be fun. But if you don’t like or aren’t ready for something, tell me. We’ll stop and discuss, okay?”

Eric never cared whether I liked something. If I complained, he inevitably slammed out of the bedroom and berated me for criticizing him. I don’t want drama tonight. “I’m sure everything will be great.”

“You should expect that, baby girl. I want to flip every one of your switches. I assure you I’m a big boy, and my ego isn’t too fragile to hear if you want me to rub it differently or lick it better.”

Does he really mean that? “Okay.”

“Come here.”

Trembling, I walk into his open arms with my heart pounding, nearly wobbling in the ridiculous heels Jen insisted I wear. He catches me before I fall and gathers me against his warm body, my nipples rubbing against the slight abrasion of his dress shirt.

“That’s a good girl.” He nuzzles my neck and inhales me with a groan. “Let’s get your shoes off.”

“You don’t like them?”

“Oh, they’re sexy as fuck, like you are.” He kneels and rips off the red shoes, then throws them across the bedroom. “But I don’t want you falling. Besides, it’s not your footwear I’ll be looking at once I have you naked, legs spread, in the middle of my bed. And it’s not your shoes you’ll care about once I have my mouth on you.”

Goose bumps erupt. God, the way he talks… Like everything else about him, it arouses me. But under his dirty words, he nearly brings me to tears. Maybe it’s stupid, but for the first time ever, a man is putting my pleasure before his. This stranger is making me feel important, like he wants me for me.

Eric never did.

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