Page 73 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

Rome’s hand slipped higher up my leg, and I squeezed my thighs shut, glaring at him. He still didn’t meet my gaze—or move his hand.

I doubted Ophelia could see anything happening under the table. And even if she did, I found myself not caring. She was quick to throw me under the bus because of an honest accident that could have been prevented if I hadn’t been locked in a supply room for two hours.

“Done,” she said with a nod. “I’ve scheduled that in and will coordinate everything with the studio team.”

Rome nodded and stood, smoothly taking his hand away from my leg. Ophelia bundled her computer up, turned the lights on, and led us out into the main office. It took all my focus to keep my legs steady as we made our way back to the elevators, neither of us saying a word until the doors closed and locked us inside.

Rome crowded me against the wall, his hand pressing between my legs over my dress. I let out a whimper as he ground the heel of his hand against my clit.

“Are you wet?” he asked, voice a bare rasp.

I glared at him. “Find out for yourself.”

His smile was quick and blazing, made of pure delight. “I intend to.”

The doors opened, and he swept his arm—and the hand that moments ago had been pressed to my aching core—toward the open space beyond. I realized with a start that we weren’t on the top floor, but the lobby. I’d been so focused on the feel of his palm between my legs I hadn’t realized we were going down, and not up.

I needed to get my head checked. This was so bad. This was out of control. This was going to bite me in the ass.

Unfortunately, there was also a possibility that Rome would bite me in the ass—literally—and that possibility held more sway in my lust-addled, logic-abandoned mind. I followed him out of the lobby to the waiting car. The driver nodded to us as I slid inside, followed by Rome, and then closed the door.

The privacy screen was up. My heart rattled.

“Where are we going?” I asked as the car began to move.

“You’re coming right here,” he said, and wrapped his hands around my waist to pull me on top of him so I was straddling his thigh, my knees hanging in the air off the edge of the seat. I crossed my legs on top of his calf for balance, gripping his shoulders as I gasped at the pressure on my clit.

“Grab the seat behind my head,” he said in a dark voice, the one I was powerless to resist. “Good. Now make yourself come on my thigh like the good girl I know you are.”

The glare I gave him would wither leaves, and for some reason it made one of those delighted smiles bloom over his lips. He bounced his knee the tiniest bit, making me bite back a groan, and said, “You have”—he checked his watch and tilted his head from side to side—“about ten minutes.”

I think it was the sparkling look in his eyes that did me in. The expression on his face that was light and fizzy and just—justhappy. That’s what made my heart swell in my chest. That’s what made me want to take this man’s hand and follow him wherever he led me.

I rocked my hips and heat immediately began to spiral through my core. Rome kept his hands off me, but he leaned forward to nuzzle at my neck, to lay soft kisses on my jaw and neck. “You’re doing so well, gorgeous,” he said, and I bit back a whimper. “You look so perfect when you’re about to come for me.”

“Rome—I—” I gasped and rocked harder. “This feels so good.”

“You like riding my thigh? Like making my pant leg wet so everyone will know what you did?”

No. But alsoyes. I whimpered and ground myself against him, using my arms for leverage as I rode his leg while he watched. He nibbled on my jaw and huffed when my movements became more frantic. The rasp of my panties against my core was too much and not enough. I felt so empty.

The car turned and I had to clamp my thighs around his to stay upright. Rome didn’t move a muscle to keep me there, but he did groan appreciatively, sending more sparks shooting through my veins.

I didn’t know how I’d gotten here. A few days ago, I was perfectly content to not have sex for long periods of time. Now one look, one touch, and this man had me rocking my core against his leg to get myself off.

I never should have bought him those cookies. Never should have started this.

“Need you,” I panted. With every rock of my hips, my nipples rasped against the fabric of my bra. I wanted him to wrench my dress off and suck my nipple into his mouth, and the fact that I knew he wouldn’t made them almost painfully sensitive.

“Keep going,” he replied softly, leaning his head back to watch me. “Keep rubbing that wet pussy on my leg like I told you to.”

“Please. Please, please. Touch me, Rome. Please.” My knuckles were striped white and red on the seat on either side of his head.

His smile turned a little wicked. “Love hearing you beg, gorgeous. Now come for me.”

I buried my face in his neck to muffle my cry. Pleasure detonated in my core, and my hands flew off the seat to wrap around his neck. When I came back to myself, Rome had his arms around me as he whispered sweet words of encouragement in my ear, peppering the sides of my face with kisses. He brought me back down to earth with soft strokes and murmured words, until I climbed off his lap and collapsed beside him.

We both stared at the little patch of wet on his thigh. His pants were a dark charcoal so it wasn’t too obvious, but it was plain to see once you knew it was there. My cheeks burned. Rome stroked the spot with his thumb, humming. “Good,” he said simply.

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