Page 32 of Tempt the Boss

Unfortunately, the ride to her place takes forty-five minutes with the city traffic. I wish I could’ve teleported into Ali’s apartment, but I can’t, so I settle for the long wait, impatiently tapping my foot the entire ride. Thankfully, it gives me more time to think about what to say to her.

I send my driver away as soon as we arrive. I can take the train back into the city if Ali turns me away.

And standing there in the middle of suburbia, I feel more nervous than I ever have in my life. But I force myself to knock. There’s a rustling inside and then the door opens, revealing my beautiful brunette.

“Chris?” she says, clearly surprised. She’s wearing pajama pants and a tank top without a bra. Her nipples strain against the flimsy cotton, the same ones I’ve tasted on three occasions.

Temporarily distracted by how amazing she looks, I stare at her for too long.

“Chris?” she repeats. “What are you doing here?”

“The board met today. You’re still in the catalog.”

Ali gasps, then jumps up and down in excitement. “That’s amazing. Thank you so much!” She throws herself into my arms. “I’m so happy. My dream is coming true!”

We pull apart and our eyes meet. Ali tries to step back but I hold her against me. “Something else happened today,” I add on a serious note. “The board agreed to change the dating policy at Carmichael Publishing. That means, if you’ll have me, we can be together.”

Ali’s eyes roam over my face, hungrily and yet with tenderness. She must find what she was looking for because she crashes her lips onto mine, pulling me into the apartment and slamming the door simultaneously.

She pulls away for just a second so that she can say, “Don’t worry, my door locks automatically. No one will interrupt us.”

I lift her so that her gorgeous legs are around my hips and walk her toward where I assume the bedroom is. I don’t make it that far. I pin her against the wall and attack her neck.

“Yes,” she moans as I find the sensitive spot behind her ear.

My hand finds the doorknob, and I push the door to her bedroom open. I toss Ali down on the bed and yank off my shirt.

She giggles as she stares at my chest. “We’ve never done this before.”

“Oh yeah?” I say, removing her tank top. I kiss her breasts, working my way to her nipples. She moans when I suck on her satin skin, no doubt leaving a mark. I like the idea of branding her as mine. “I seem to remember we’ve done this a few times.”

“Never in a bed,” she giggles breathlessly.

“I plan on doing it in a lot of places,” I rasp. “Starting with your bed.”

She giggles again, and I return my attention to her nipples. Her breasts are extremely sensitive. Ali unbuckles my belt and pulls down my slacks. I return the favor and remove her pajamas. For the first time ever, we’re both completely naked in a bed together.

I could get used to this feeling.

“I believe we were in the middle of this when we were rudely interrupted,” I growl.

I kiss her lips tenderly, taking the time to savor the touch and feel of her softness against me. But Ali has an agenda as well.

“There’s something I want to say first,” she says breathlessly. “Chris Carmichael, I love you.”

My heart beats like a fucking drum because the words sound so good. The air chokes in my chest but I can’t break down like a fucking baby. Not now. I need to tell her what’s lodged in my throat as well.

“I love you, too,” I manage. “More than you can imagine.”

The words set me off. I kiss her harder. Screw taking it slow. I need to be inside her now. I keep kissing her while my fingers find her pussy. She’s soaked for me, and I slide two fingers inside as deep as I can go.

“Oh, God,” Ali moans. I could get used to hearing her crying like this every day. It’s even better when she does it with my cock inside her. And now that I know she’s plenty wet, I adjust myself above her. I line my cock up with her soaked pussy and push inside.

“Yes,” she moans, eyes falling closed. “Deeper, unnnh. You feel so good.”

I listen to her beg and push in as far as I can go.

“Your pussy was made for me, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “It’s curved to the shape of my cock. No other cock has ever been in here, and no other cock ever will.”

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