Page 17 of Tempted By the Bosshole

Sweat films my back and beads at my temples. I tighten my grip on her hips and yank her closer, teeth bared, angling to stroke her G-spot with each thrust.

Her cries get louder. Her head falls back. Her breaths quicken. Every move she makes is sensual. Her every reaction feels perfect. I shove into her. My headboard bangs against the wall. But she softens to envelop every inch I give her.

I caress her; I can’t fucking keep my hands off her. She arches to my touch. Our gazes fuse. She looks entranced—but I’m the one mesmerized.

Her blond hair begins to slip free from her updo and scatter across my dark sheets in a pale cloud. Fuck, I can’t stop looking at her and imagining her here, under me, tomorrow night and beyond…

Isabella is making it damn hard for me to keep my head screwed on. Her climax needs to happen fast. My own is brewing and raging, roiling under my skin for release.

Gritting my teeth, I fuck my way deep into her again, cursing the condom, and swirl my thumb over her hard clit. She’s closer than ever. My less-than-subtle caress has her gripping me tighter, nails digging into my shoulders, and crying out for more.

“Kiss me.”

Jesus, she’s throwing oil on this fire blazing between us—and I have zero interest in stopping it.

I shove a hand in her hair, destroying the last of her elegant twist, and shove her lips apart with my own. As I sweep my tongue into her honeyed mouth, I plow into her luscious body, abrading her most sensitive spots.

Instantly, she gasps and melts in my arms.

“You like that?”

She digs her fingers into my shoulders. “More. Please…”

“If I do, you’ll come.”

She nods frantically. “I can’t stop it.”

Thank fuck. “I don’t want you to. Come now.”

“But I don’t want this to end.”

“End?” Hell, I plan to fuck her for the rest of her life. “I’m nowhere near done with you. Come for me.”

Roughly, I fill her again and again, gratified when a rosy flush rises up her chest and reddens her cheeks. It doubles when she clamps down on my cock with a cry.

“That’s it. Yeah. Baby girl…”

“Oh. Oh… Ooooooh!” Her screams fill my bedroom.

With my fist in her hair, I tug her lips under mine and swallow her next long, high-pitched wail as she pulses around me, gripping and squeezing until my restraint runs out. I give in to my inescapable need not merely to orgasm. I strain against my biological urge to mark her, claim her, and make her understand who she belongs to.

I let go of every shred of self-control and climax. A strangled groan rips from my throat as sensations mow me down—epic and violent. The blindsiding pleasure threatens to unhinge me. I shudder. My controlled strokes become savage bangs inside her as dark ecstasy smothers my rational thought. Fuck, she’s barely more than a girl, and she’s on the brink of unraveling me.

My orgasm lasts half an eternity. It flattens me until I’m dizzy and I see black spots. My whole body pings like it’s electric. Fuck, I’ve never felt a release like this. And it’s not because I haven’t gotten laid in a while. I have. I tapped a friend with benefits after I returned from Hawaii so I’d be in stone-cold control tonight.

But I failed. I’m totally unprepared for the way Isabella makes me feel.

An embarrassingly long time later, my breathing and heart rate recover. The verdict is out on my sanity. I should feel mellow and sated. I should want to keep Isabella close so she’ll be available when my itch needs scratching again. Instead, I still feel torqued up—and more determined than ever to put my stamp on her so she never wants to leave my bed.

What the fuck is this woman doing to me?

“Oh, my god.” She blinks up, tears leaking from the corners of her big eyes. “That was…”

“Insanely fucking good,” I admit.

“I didn’t even know something like that was possible. You probably hear a lot that you’re amazing, but…wow.”

Does she think this is normal for me? “What we just did? I’ve never felt anything like that, either. You’re magic.”

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