Page 62 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

By the time we woke, we’d moved. I found myself spooning her, my left arm angled up near the headboard beneath my head and my right arm curled around her. Sometime during the night, my hand had found a comfortable perch on Nikki’s breast.

I moved my thumb over that soft flesh, and Nikki stirred. Her movements were sensuous, languid. There was a sort of haze over us, something that made our movements slow and heavy. Her ass wiggled against me, and it was the only invitation I needed. My hand ran down her stomach to dip between her legs.

The sun was barely up above the horizon, its buttery rays bathing the room in gold. Nikki’s skin shone with the light of it as she arched against me, grinding her perfect curves against my body. My cock nestled itself between the globes of her ass as she arched into me, and I wrapped both arms around her to pull her closer.

She came on my fingers with a soft, throaty cry and the sexiest panting I’d ever heard, and a moment later I was making a mess of my sleep pants just from the feel of her in my arms. Her hand landed on my arm, and she gave me a few soft pats, like she was congratulating me on a job well done.

I huffed and placed a kiss on her shoulder. I loved the smell of her. Loved the feel of her in my arms, loved the way she glanced over her shoulder with sleep still in her eyes.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” I responded.

“I see we haven’t learned our lesson in the light of day.”

I grinned. “No? I happen to think we’ve learned something momentous.”

“And what’s that?”

“How good we are together. How hot you are for me.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked me with the back of her hand. I caught her palm and brought it to my lips, pressing a kiss against it as I chuckled.

“Arrogant men aren’t my type,” she proclaimed, but her argument was somewhat diminished by the fact that she was naked and postcoital beside me.

I swept my hand up her stomach and cupped her breast. “You sure about that?”

“This is an anomaly,” she insisted, but she was smiling. Then she wriggled out of my hold and put her feet on the ground. “I need a shower.”

I watched the jiggle of her ass as she crossed the room, then followed a moment later. Nikki’s eyes were slightly amused as she watched me in the mirror, and her cheeks got red when I stripped off my clothes. She’d turned on the shower and now she stepped under the spray, glancing at me over her shoulder.

It felt like there was a rope tied around my middle tugging me toward her. After last night, I couldn’t even bear being in the other room. I needed to feel her body in my hands, pressed against mine, her arms wrapped around me. I followed her into the shower cubicle and gave in to my urges, my hands sliding around her hips to pull her back to my front.

It didn’t surprise me that I was half-hard, even after all we’d done. All those weeks of pretending I didn’t want her had built up inside me, and now I couldn’t resist the slightest touch. I wet a washcloth and lathered up some soap, and I took my time running it over her body. Water drenched us both. Her skin was slippery with suds as I ran my hands over it, memorizing the shape of her.

“My body feels out of control,” she said, arching her back as I spent some time worshipping her breasts with my hands. “I’ve never felt this horny for this long before.”

“That makes two of us,” I admitted.

She turned in my arms, and my hands slid down to shape her ass. Her arms circled around my neck as the water beat down on her back. “Do you think we’re making a mistake?”

I squeezed her curves. Her body was perfectly proportioned. “A mistake about what?”

“This.” Her hand stroked my neck, her thumb tracing my jaw. “Sleeping with each other. Not sticking to the rules. It could blow up in our faces.”

I hummed, and one corner of my mind began functioning for the first time in twelve hours. I said, “I’m not looking for anything serious,” which was true, but tasted like ash on my tongue.

She nodded. “I know.”

“Are you?”

She stared at my jaw for a moment, then shrugged. “I don’t even know anymore. I don’t know if it’s possible for me to have a real relationship.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, do you? Truly? Do you think you can have what Wilbur and Roseanne have?”

I nipped at her bottom lip. “No. But that’s beside the point.” My hands shifted closer to her cleft, pulling her tight to me. “Thisis the point.”

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