Page 105 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

“Need you,” he said, kneeling behind me, his hand dipping between my legs to feel me. I whined as I backed into his touch, shivering as he let his fingers slide up higher to tease my rear. “I want your ass, Nikki. I want all of you. Want you to be mine.”

It wasn’t what I expected, but it sent a dart of excitement through me. We’d hinted at this. It had excited me before, in the heat of the moment. And now…

My heart thundered, and I pointed to the nightstand. “Lube.”

His breaths were harsh as he tore the top drawer open, pulling out a squeeze tube of lube. He coated his fingers and brought them to my crack, and I jumped at the coldness of them. His other hand made soothing strokes over my hip and flank, and he slid a finger inside me.

“You look so good like this, Nikki,” he said, voice a bare rasp. His finger stroked me, in and out, and I grunted, fingers curling into my sheets. “Relax, baby. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered.

“You still good?”

“Yes.”

He added more lube—and another finger. His free hand dipped between my legs to tease my clit, and my thighs began to tremble. I let out an unfamiliar, keening noise, hips backing into his touch as my body craved more. I wanted to share this with him. Wanted to know what it was like. Wanted to break every barrier that could exist between us, tie us together forever.

His fingers scissored and stretched until I begged him for more. Then he was there, his cock covered in lubricant, the head of it intruding against me.

“Okay, gorgeous?” he said, his voice quiet—belying the tension I could feel emanating from him.

“Yes,” I replied on a pant.

Then he was there, pushing into me, and the stretch became intense. But Rome was slow, soothing me when I tensed up, praising me when I took him deeper. Our bodies were slick with lube and sweat and my own arousal. With every inch of his cock that entered me, I felt a little more tension release. It feltgood. Pleasure began to fizzle in my veins, dark and intense. When he finally seated himself inside me, I let out a huff of breath and glanced over my shoulder.

His eyes were dark as they met mine. The muscles of his neck were stark as he held my hips, stroking me gently, moving his hips a fraction of an inch to get me used to the movement.

Then, despite the intensity of the moment, his lips split into a wide smile. “I love you so much,” he told me, and he began to move in earnest.

Maybe it was his words that started me flying over the edge, or the way he reached around to play with my clit. Or maybe it was the intrusion in my ass, the stretch and pleasure of feeling him there. Whatever it was, it didn’t take long for me to bury my face in my pillow to muffle my screams, body trembling as I received him. I came harder than I thought possible, pleasure blinding me as it splintered through me. Distantly, I heard Rome let out a rough grunt, his movements becoming jagged. When he joined me at the peak, his release hot inside me, another wave of pleasure ran through me.

It was the single most erotic, intense experience of my life. I collapsed on my side as he eased out of me, and the bed dipped for a moment as he disappeared. I heard the shower run for a few moments, and then Rome returned with a washcloth. He wiped the mess between my legs with gentle strokes, meeting my gaze when he was done. His eyes were bright, his cheeks red.

What undid me, though—what made it all finally feel real—was the gentle, feather-light touch of Rome’s lips to my forehead. He set the washcloth aside, and I closed my eyes and snuggled into him with a smile on my lips and hope anchoring itself in my heart.

There’d be more time for talking later, when my heartbeat was back to normal. For now, I pressed my skin against Rome’s and let myself settle into the knowledge that I belonged to him, and he belonged to me. This was the real deal. True love. The two of us together—forever.

FORTY-THREE

ROME

I’d realizedsomething when I woke up next to Nikki the following morning: begging her for forgiveness had only been the beginning. There were so many areas of my life where I’d pushed myself to be better, to be more, to make more money, to grow the business…all because there was something lacking within myself.

That’s how I ended up meeting Wilbur Monk for lunch that day.

He shook my hand with a violent pump of his arm. “What’s the emergency, Blakely? It’s not often you ask for a same-day meeting. Is everything okay with our first campaign?”

We’d started working on a campaign for one of Wilbur’s subsidiary companies that had expanded into health foods.

“The campaign is fine,” I told him, taking a seat at the two-seater table in the corner of the restaurant. I smoothed my tie and touched the edge of the white tablecloth, dreading this conversation.

But it had to be done.

“I have something to tell you,” I started, “about me and Nikki.”

Wilbur’s brows arched. “Okay.”

Before I could go on, we were interrupted by the waiter. We put our orders in and waited for him to pour glasses of water, and I used that time to try to get my heart rate back to normal levels. I wasn’t entirely successful.

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