Page 68 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“Then I guess I need to get started since I have a lot of work to do.”

My mouth clamped down on the base of her throat, sucking hard until she groaned. My lips pressed on the same spot, kissing the pain away.

I pulled back to check on her. Her eyes were closed, lips parted as she exhaled a long breath. “Do you like that?”

“Yesss,” she replied. “I don’t like you, though.”

I chuckled, ducking my face into her throat again. “I told you before, I like you enough for the both of us.” I sucked her skin and cupped her breasts. They were heavy and round, spilling over the edges of my palms in a way that sent shots of agony directly to my balls.

I had to have her, to know this part of her, so I could clear the questions from my mind. I couldn’t think straight anymore unless I was deep into my work, and even then,even then, my thoughts sometimes strayed to this woman.

As I sucked on her skin, I backed her toward the bed. She’d gone pliant, letting me lead her. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, we stopped, staring at each other.

This was it.

Jump or turn back.

For me, there was no choice. My loyalty, common sense, and self-preservation had all been buried deep under my need for Elise.

Her fingers raked through my hair. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes trailing over me. Then one hand dropped, dragging down my abdomen to the waistband of my joggers. My cock was right there, pushing at the elastic. She pressed against it with her flattened palm.

“West,” she breathed.

“You’re going to take it, aren’t you, baby?”

She nodded, biting down on her lip again.

“Say it, Elise. Tell me you want this.”

“I want you”—her fingers wrapped around my cock, sliding down my length over my pants—“to fuck me with this. Do it hard and dirty so I forget every reason why you shouldn’t.”

A dose of pure adrenaline shot down my spine. Grabbing the neckline of her top, I yanked it so hard the thin straps snapped and her tits spilled out, creamy, capped with delicious, dark-pink tips.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I growled. “Shorts off and get on the bed, baby. Let me see what I’m getting.”

We both moved, tossing our clothes aside. Elise scooted onto the bed, her dark hair fanning across her white pillow. I braced one knee on the mattress, slowing to take her in.

“Jesus, West, you’re hung.”

That made me laugh. I gripped my cock in my fist, still looking her over. “And you’re fucking pretty.”

She writhed on the sheets, her arms crossing over her middle. Not happy with my view being obstructed, I reached down, taking her hands in mine, slowly coaxing her arms open again.

“Ihaveto see you, Elise.”

A little pant fell from her rosy lips. “Okay.”

I started my perusal over. Taking in her full, round breasts and pebbled nipples. The little swell above her oval belly button. The gentle slope of her stomach below leading to a perfect triangle of dark hair.

My cock was throbbing, aching to get inside her, sink into all that heat and plushness.

Her curves were decadence personified. Not a single sharp edge or harsh angle. Her skin was tan and creamy, soft and smooth all over. Everything about her was feminine and sensual to the extreme.

I had to swallow hard, something a lot like nervousness clogging my throat.

Elise Levy was a dream I had never allowed myself to have.

“Come here,” she demanded with honey on her tongue, holding out her hand. “Fuck me, West.”

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