Page 44 of Tempted By the Bosshole

“Say it out loud. Tell me you understand.”

“I get it. Fuck. Just leave me alone.”

“I will as long as you leave her alone. If not…you know what to expect.”

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“Hi, baby girl,” I croon as I slide into my bed, steeped in night shadows, beside my bride an hour later.

I’m clean after showering Eric Meadows’ stench from my body, I’m naked, and I’m hard as hell. Again. I can’t get enough of Isabella.

But first things first.

I brush my lips over hers once, twice, gratified when her lashes flutter open. “Nathan?”

“Were you expecting someone else?”

“No. Is something wrong?” She reaches through the shadows for the bedside lamp.

I grip her wrist to stay her. “Nothing. I wanted to give you something.”

“What?”

With a devilish grin, I roll on top of her and kiss my way up her neck. “Spread your legs.”

“Now?” But that little whine in her voice isn’t a complaint; she wants me, too.

The fact that she’s wet when I lave one of her stiff nipples and probe her entrance tells me so. She lifts her hips to me, too, taking me deep in one thrust. When I bottom out, we both groan.

“Are you always this insatiable?”

“When it comes to you,” I murmur in her ear as I fuck her slow and soft.

She melts under me. “Nathan…”

“Baby girl.”

“I swore that all I wanted was a full night’s sleep, until you came to bed. But you’ve rewired my body. Every time you touch me—even look at me—my body pings, and I ache for you.” She tosses her head back and offers me her throat. I take it and nip at her soft skin while I glide deep inside her. “Yes…”

Her confession nearly turns me inside out. Women like Isabella don’t crave sex with a man they don’t have feelings for. Just like I’m more attuned and attached to her as we spend time together. That’s the best wedding gift I could have asked for.

“I have something else you want.” I lave my way up her neck and nip at her lobe.

“What?”

“Not so fast.” I pluck at one of her nipples and slow my strokes to a snail’s pace. “I need something from you first.”

“Tell me,” she breathes.

“Ah, ah, ah. Be a good girl and come for me. Then I’ll tell you.” I settle my thumb on her clit.

“Nathan…”

God, I love unraveling my wife. “Look at me. Give your pleasure to me.”

With a shaky nod, she meets my stare, opening the windows of her soul to me. I watch as I dismantle her, her body revealing its need one blissful reaction at a time. Her breathing turns choppy. Her cheeks glow red and her hips undulate. Then the moans begin. She bites her lip. The gasp she can’t quite keep in follows. When she tries to throw her arms around me, I gather her wrists in one hand and pin them to the mattress. If the wide flare of her eyes and the clamping of her snug pussy are any indication, she really likes that. Finally, she starts begging.

“Please. Please…”

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