Page 61 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I knew was the most intense orgasm of my life was blinding me to everything but pleasure.

“Nikki—”

I opened my eyes to see Rome clench his teeth. A second later, he pulled out of me and spilled his seed all over my stomach and thighs and sex. All over the hand that was still busy wringing the last notes of pleasure from my orgasm. I trembled, gasping for breath, feeling the heat of his orgasm on my skin. My fingers dragged through it as another, smaller wave of pleasure washed over me.

Finally done, I collapsed onto the pillows as Rome’s gaze took in the mess of my midsection. His thumbs stroked the inside of my thighs, spreading the evidence of his own pleasure over my skin. His breaths were heavy, his cheeks red.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asked, dazed.

The sight of my usually surly, confident, competent boss so out of sorts wrung a laugh out of my exhausted body. I squeezed him with my knees in response.

He let out a long breath, then extricated his limbs from mine and padded to the bathroom. The sink ran for a few seconds, and he came back with his pants on properly and a wet washcloth in his hands. When he ran it over my skin in gentle strokes, the washcloth was warm and damp. I melted onto the bed and let him care for me, still too dazed and pleasantly numb to think about the consequences of what we’d just done.

TWENTY-THREE

ROME

Nikki lookedlike a slumbering angel on the bed, her lids heavy, body relaxed. I took my time washing her, enjoying the sight of her mussed hair and crumpled nightgown. She’d made no move to cover herself, so I found myself admiring the curve of her breasts, the shape of her nipples, the way her stomach dipped at the navel.

And lower, the way the petals of her sex glistened in the moonlight.

I found myself liking her like this. Undone. Sated. Mine.

She shivered as I ran my fingers over the side of her breast, a small plaintive noise coming from her throat. I huffed a laugh, letting my hands run down her hips, where I noticed red marks that my fingers must have left. I’d been rough with her. Rougher than I’d intended to be.

Leaning over, I kissed the marred skin. She shifted, her fingers sliding through my hair in a tender caress. I wasn’t ready to let this moment end. Her skin was warm and soft, and she was more relaxed than I’d ever seen her. Hell,Iwas more relaxed than I’d been in a long time.

In this room, with the curtains open to reveal the expanse of ocean, the big bed with fluffy duvet and feather pillows, we were in a cocoon. Nothing else existed.

I ran my lips along the crook of her hip and kissed the edge of her core, my lips tracing her softness there. With my fingers, I spread her open.

“You’re insatiable,” she complained.

I glanced up to see her watching me, one arm curled behind her head while the other pushed the crumpled nightgown out of the way.

I grinned and curled my hands around her thighs to spread her open for me. And I tasted her. She let out a harsh breath, her hand clenching into the silky fabric of her pajamas. I smiled against her skin and took my time. The taste of her drove me crazy. The smell of her made me hard. I lost myself for a few minutes, feeling the way her hips rolled in response to my ministrations.

This wasn’t like me. Later, I would look back and wonder how I’d gotten so caught up in this woman. When did it start? Why did it happen?

But in that moment, there were no thoughts other than pure, unadulterated need. A need to claim her. To possess her. To explore every inch of her body and uncover all its secrets.

Like the way she gasped when I slid a finger inside her as my tongue worked her clit. Or how she made a special kind of noise when I slipped that finger lower, teasing the rim of her ass. Or how her chest became flushed when she came, and how she said my name like a prayer in the throes of it.

I was drunk with the sight of her, with a deeper kind of lust than what I’d experienced before. She wasn’t just a pretty accessory I wore on my arm; she was clever and funny and sensual. She made me feel like there was a whole new side of life that I hadn’t even known existed. I wanted to see the world through her eyes. I wanted her to tease me with her half-grin and poke me in the ribs with her elbow.

Everything was better with her.Everything. Sex was no exception.

I rose up above her and wiped my lips, meeting her gaze in the dimness of the room. She gave me a little smile and shook her head. “This is so bad.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘fantastic.’”

Her laugh was a balm. I lay down next to her and put my hand on her stomach because I couldn’t bear the thought of not touching her for a minute. We’d had little more than a taste of each other, and I was already addicted.

I lifted my hand to run my thumb over her flushed cheek. She smiled and turned her head to place a kiss on my palm, and a stirring occurred in my chest. Content, satisfied, and maybe even happy, I curled my arm around Nikki and pulled her toward me. She stripped her crumpled garment and draped her naked body over me and was asleep in an instant.

It took me longer. I watched the reflections of the moonlight on the ceiling and let my fingers trail over her skin. I pressed kisses on her hairline and tucked the dark strands behind her ear. I thought very little in those moments, consumed by the feel of this woman at my side. She let out a little mewl and bent her leg to cover mine, her hand stretching out onto my chest. I wished I was as naked as she so I could feel the silken, warm length of her against all of me.

After a while, I curled my arms around her, inhaled her scent, and slept.

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