Page 14 of Broken Boss

Or is he realizing he’s not actually attracted to me now that I’m half naked and in his lap? A lot of men think they want a thick woman but can’t handle her when it comes down to it.

A sliver of insecurity slips in; am I just not his type? Does he really prefer those stick-thin models?

I suck a breath in, afraid to ask but wanting to know when he says, “I don’t take chances like this, Autumn. Ever. I need you to know that.”

His dark eyes pin me in place. Through the haze of lust, it takes a second to catch his meaning. I frown; isn’t this kind of his thing? Orla said he was all about hookups.

“Can I trust you?”

The vulnerable edge to his voice is so raw, it almost splits me open with guilt. I stare down at him, completely blanking on how to answer.

Because the truth is, no, Christopher Sharpe can’t trust me.

I will do everything in my power to destroy him.

Even if right now, I’m the one who’s putty in his hands.

“Yes,” I breathe. I reach between us and fumble with his belt for only a second before it’s open. He leans up, kisses the spot just under my ear open-mouthed, making me melt.

“Normally, I’d want proof. Birth control, your last test, something like that but—” His voice cracks and now his hands are fumbling between us as he frees his erection from his pants and rubs the head against my soaked silk panties.

The moan he lets out is long and low. It makes my pussy gush again and I whimper, hands roaming his chest, looking for some kind of purchase, wanting more.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” This time it comes out as a gasp, and as Chris pushes my thong aside and slips inside of me, it turns to a shudder.

My head drops back.

It’s been months since I’ve had sex, but still. I shouldn’t be this desperate for it, not the way I ride Chris’s thick cock, his hips pressing up at a bruising pace.

It’s just that I’ve never felt so…full. So satisfied. At least not from the first stroke.

Still, this could just be a mix of adrenaline and horniness. I’ve been so busy the past two weeks with this new job, was so concentrated through the hiring process, I haven’t had time to take care of things myself.

Chris Sharpe definitely knows how to handle a woman like me. I was wrong about that.

His large hands grip my ass and use that hold to pound me down onto him, pussy grinding against his pelvic bone at the perfect angle. It has me crying out, trying to muffle the sound by biting my lip.

“Fuck,” Chris groans, wrapping an arm around my hips and pulling me tighter against him. He has immediate access to my tits like this and yanks the silk bra away, exposing my tight nipples and heavy breasts.

I don’t have time to be self-conscious about the stretch marks. He buries his face in my chest again, this time squeezing and massaging at that perfect almost pain point, driving me closer and closer to?—

Oh, God. I’m going to come.

“Good,” he grunts, driving up into me with that frustrating smirk, his dark eyes flashing.

I said that out loud?

There’s no moment to be wasted on mortification. Chris reaches between us and presses his thumb to my clit.

The orgasm rushes through my body like a wave, receding only to pound back in again and overwhelm my senses. Blood pulses in my veins as every part of me goes tense, milking Chris and riding him until it’s too much. Almost painful in how good it feels.

When it’s over, I lean back, eyes still closed. The steering wheel cuts uncomfortably into my back. The silk wrap shirt is a mess around my waist, tits still out, bra pulled beneath them.

The sound of our heavy breathing fills the car.

His erection pulses inside me, and it’s now I realize I’m not the only one who finished. The warm, wet feeling of cum is unmistakable, coating both our thighs.

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