Page 39 of My Forbidden Boss

A tidal wave of pleasure rocks my body and I’ll take that tsunami any day. Crash that shore line and destroy it forever.

David crawls up my body. I pant, a boneless mess I’m happy he made. He slides his hands between my legs and through my drenched core.

“So perfect. I’m going to take you now. I want to be inside you,” he says.

Words tumble from my mouth. A prayer. A plea. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, David.”

He reaches into a bedside table and takes out a plastic packet. He quickly works the condom over his length and then he’s kissing me, settling his weight between my thighs and canting his hips.

His cock slides through my seam. Every ridge of steel touches raw nerves as he coats himself in my moisture. The head bumps my clit and I jerk. Sparks of sensation scatter through me. I clutch his shoulders. Take his mouth in mine as the blunt tip of his cock lines up with my entrance.

I groan as he pushes inside. My flesh parts for him as I welcome him into my body. His hips push down on my thighs as he eases inside. My internal barrier breaks with a sharp push. The pain is fleeting and then it’s all pleasure as he settles his length inside me until he bottoms out in one, long, languorous stroke.

My internal nerves light up and I vaguely promise to name a new holiday after him as his cock throbs inside me. His hands are everywhere. My arms. My breasts. My nipples. Through my hair. He kisses me. Withdraws, and the air is stolen from my lungs before he eases back inside.

“Good. So good,” he murmurs. I repeat his words because they’re true.

My legs lock around his hips as his thrusts grow harder. Faster. I cling to him. I chant for him to go harder. He drives into my willing body as the coil draws tight inside me again. Only this coil is bigger, the strands thicker and intertwined.

I grip his shoulders. Tighten my thighs. Toss my head back to relieve the pressure, but it builds. Tighter. Harder. More erratic. My body goes tight and I detonate.

This time, my scream isn’t silent. It’s loud. I fill my lungs, tip my head back and cry out my pleasure. He plants his hands on either side of my head, draws his upper body off mine and pumps his hips. Fast. Faster until he grinds them against me, plowing into me as far as he can go.

“Adeline, I…god. Oh, fuck!” David’s voice is hoarse.

His mouth falls open, and a deep groan is pulled from his chest. His cock pulses inside me and I come apart at the seams. All I can do is cling to him and let him ride me. I think for a moment I won’t survive the pleasure. That my heart will hammer from my chest and splatter on the ground and I’ll be happy that it did.

He gathers me in his arms and rolls to the side. My thighs part as he keeps himself inside me. As though he needs this connection as much as I do in the most physical of ways.

His heart thunders and he’s panting as if he’s run a marathon. We’re both a hot sweating mess and I cling to him as more sparks make me jerk and jump.

David draws me in for a kiss and slowly my heart rate drops. I didn’t think I’d ever experience pleasure so intense, so all-consuming. Never thought a man would offer me this gift. This acceptance.

It’s so wrong yet so right.

I can’t stop.

I don’t want to.

I forget I have a conscience and any sort of moral compass and lose myself in this pleasure. David makes love to me through the night. In the morning. He feeds me. We shower. His touches are gentle. Rough. I accept it all. I take everything he gives me. Day turns to night and still I can’t stop. I need him like I need my next breath. When I reach for him, he takes me in his arms and holds me. Gives me exactly what I never thought I needed.

And then I think…no, not just think. I know…I know I’m falling for him. My boss. My target. My ticket to help Mom.

God help me when he finds out. I’ll never have this again. Not from anyone, but certainly not from him and that hurts the most because I want this from him for all the days and all the years to come.

In sleep he holds me like I’m precious, but the rocks in my gut won’t let me stay in his arms. I’m agitated. Ants in my blood. I need to move. I shower and because I don’t have any other clothes, I put on the clothing I wore on Friday.

I should go. I need to launder my clothes. Buy some food. I fill my head with tasks because it keeps the rocks in my stomach building and rolling and grinding inside me. I need to have these things done before tomorrow morning because I can’t turn up at Blue Sky unprepared.

My whole life was unprepared because I didn’t understand what this would feel like. I was naive, thinking this would be easy. It was easier when David Chandler was a blurry face in my mind when Max told me what he wanted me to do. A means to an end, but now he’s so much more than that.

I walk into the living area as the condo door opens and a beautiful woman steps through. A young woman and my heart stops in its tracks.

She’s everything I’m not. Exotic. Sophisticated. Happy. Well dressed in boutique clothes. Shining hair. Flawless skin. Easy smile.

The stupidity of my actions snaps into agonizing clarity. Claws slice through my chest.

She stops in her tracks when she sees me. Confusion crosses her perfect features. “Hey, I’m Steph.”

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