Page 67 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

Her breath gusted out. “Rome—yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“You belong to me, Nikki,” I said, driving myself into her. “No matter how you try to deny it, I think you already know.”

“Yours,” she breathed.

“On your elbows, gorgeous. I want you to take all of me. Want you to feel how good it feels to have me filling you up like this. And when you come, you say my name. Got it?”

Something like a sob came from her, and then she was lifting herself onto her elbows once more. Words escaped me, and all that existed was the feel of this woman clenching around me, the darkness of my need for her consuming me. When she began to tremble and buck against me, I reached up to her shoulder with my free hand to pull myself deeper inside her, so she knew how it felt to take all of me. Her ass clenched around my finger as I drove it in and out of her ass, our bodies slapping together with wet, messy sounds.

My control was in tatters. I saw nothing but the color of her hair against the pillow, the glistening skin spread out beneath me. The shape of my handprint on her ass. She clenched and fluttered around me as she screamed my name—just like I told her to.

I groaned. “My perfect girl. Scream it, gorgeous. You take me so well. You feel so fucking good, Nikki. Perfect. Need. You’re—” My own words were near gibberish as I panted them out, unable to think of anything except how good it felt to have this woman beneath me, giving me everything I’d ever wanted.

My release was moments behind hers. With my vision gone white and pleasure splintering through me, nothing existed but the feel of my woman around me.

I collapsed beside her as she fell to her side, her breaths jagged. I turned my head to take in the sight of her here, in my bed, well-fucked and panting.

And I knew it hadn’t just been lust talking before. I wasn’t going to let her go.

Her eyes opened, dark pools of brown gazing right to the core of me. Her makeup was smudged around her eyes, and her cheeks were red with the flush of her orgasm. We were beyond words. I curled my arm around her and tugged her to my side where she belonged.

TWENTY-SIX

NIKKI

I felt like a hypocrite.A couple of short weeks earlier, I’d been warning Bonnie away from getting involved with her boss. And here I was, waking up in Rome Blakely’s penthouse, every muscle in my body sore from what he’d put me through the night before.

Not that I was complaining.

I’d never had sex like that before. Not in a way that felt like I could let go of all my inhibitions, where letting go of control was as much of a release as the orgasm itself.

Rome slumbered next to me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He’d been dominant in a way that I’d enjoyed last night. My cheeks warmed at the thought of the slight humiliation of having him tell me to ride him while he kneeled behind me unmoving, and I discovered I wasn’t opposed to doing it again.

I liked the feeling of letting go of control. All I had to do when I was with him was exactly what he said, and he would shower me with praise. There were no worries about being the girl who’s just the stepping stone on the way to someone better. No thoughts about being a placeholder. In his arms, I wasme, and I was perfect. I’d never felt that way before. Especially not during sex.

And then there was the other thing. He’d slid his finger in my ass, and I’d been a moment away from telling him that I wanted more.

He shifted beside me, inhaling deeply before opening his eyes. In those few slumberous moments, the usual lines of his face were relaxed, and his smile was soft. He turned onto his side and threw an arm and leg over me, pulling me close to his body with a long groan.

“Morning,” he said, sleep lacing his words.

“Good morning,” I replied softly, giddiness sparkling through me.

He groaned, sliding his palm over my shoulder and down my arm. His touch was gentle but unhesitating. He wasn’t asking permission to touch me like that, like it was normal to cuddle and stroke. I found myself enjoying the intimacy of it, my body sinking into the mattress. His fingers ran over my skin as his eyes remained closed, sliding down to my hip and over my ass. I loved the way he touched me. It made me feel safe and cherished and entirely present in this moment with him.

His eyes were closed. “You’re wide awake, aren’t you?”

I smiled at the plaintive note in his voice. For a man who presented himself as always in control, always slightly apart from everyone else, he sounded surprisingly unguarded. “Yes,” I said. “Question. Do billionaires make their own coffee in the morning, or do you have minions to do that for you?”

“Minions,” he answered, pulling me closer so I was draped over his chest.

I huffed, propping myself up so I could look down at him. He cracked his eyelids to meet my gaze, his palms sliding down to stroke either side of my spine. I shivered slightly, and his cock twitched where it was nestled between us.

Grinning, I said, “Since I’m one of your minions, maybe I should get us coffee.”

“You should stay right here for at least another hour,” he said as his hands slipped lower to trace the crease between my thighs and my ass cheeks, but he let me go when I slid to the other side of him to get off the bed. Curling an arm behind his head, he watched me as I put his button-down shirt on and found my underwear in a pile of discarded clothing. I held the black lacy panties up, frowning at them. They were a little worse for wear and I wasn’t sure I wanted to put them on again.

“Is anyone else here?” I asked.

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