Page 52 of Dear Grumpy Boss

My shirt was rucked up, sports bra next, and his mouth was on my breasts, taking my nipple between his lips and sucking.

Wet heat surrounded my nipples. My mouth dropped. My lashes fluttered as I threaded my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. He sucked hard but licked soft. He groaned against my flesh, like just the taste of me was getting him off.

My back arched and hips rose, further wedging his cock against me. He rocked as he sucked, hitting my clit through the thin fabric of my leggings and underwear.

We grappled with each other, exploring skin that had been forbidden. We’d been unleashed, and there was no place off-limits anymore. Our cores were locked together, grinding and seeking heat, friction,more.

My hand ventured down the back of his pants, and I grasped his flexing ass, pressing him into me. Thick and hard as steel, I ached to know what he would feel like sliding into me. Would it hurt?

Hurt so good.

Weston made claiming sucks all over my breasts and chest. Hard enough to surely leave marks behind. And Iwantedit.

My heart raced. I was frantic, buzzing, crazed for him. He was just as crazed, touching me, rutting against me, kissing me everywhere.

“Weston,” I murmured. “Please, West.”

“You have to tell me what you need,” he ground out.

“I need you inside me.”

He shoved his face into my throat and dragged his tongue from my collarbone to my earlobe. “Take your pants off, baby, but don’t expect me to be gentle.”

“I don’t want gentle.”

He pulled back enough for me to lift my hips. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings, my hands shaking from the anticipation of having him inside me for the first time. The sound of his heaving breath spurred me on.

Then our eyes met.

And I froze.

He did too.

Reality snuck between us.

What were we doing? This wasWeston. I couldn’t have sex with him in a parking lot. Oh god. I stared back at him in horror. He flinched like he’d been slapped.

Somewhere behind him, voices carried through the early evening air.

With that very real reminder we were in public and nowhere near alone, we both sprang into action. Weston flew off me and out of the back seat. I sat up, yanking my shirt over my breasts and covering my mouth with my hand. What had I done?

This wasn’t me. I didn’t make impetuous decisions or lose control. I thought things through before I acted. If I’d thought, even for a second, about the consequences of making out with my boss, who happened to be my brother’s best friend, my lips never would have touched his.

When I finally climbed out of the back seat, Weston was pacing at the back of my SUV, his hands clasped on top of his head.

I wished I could have driven off without saying anything, but since he was behind my car and still had my keys, I had no choice.

“I’m going to go.”

He turned, facing me. Our gazes clashed, and I wanted to cower away from him.

“You can’t do anything like this again.” His hands were on his hips. “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me? You can’t be out here by yourself. You wereasleep. Anything could have happened to you.”

He flung his arms to the side, pacing back and forth again. He was frustrated with me, but I was frustrated with everything. All I wanted to do was drive away so I could start thinking clearly, and maybe pretend the last fifteen minutes hadn’t happened. It was kind of impossible with Weston’s kiss-swollen lips and hair mussed from my fingers right in my frigging face.

He stopped two feet away from me. “I really fucking hope today illustrated my point. Promise me you won’t do a hike like this alone again.”

My breasts still ached from how hard he’d sucked on them and he was lecturing me. This man was a machine, shutting down his feelings without blinking.

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