Page 72 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“I didn’t invite you.”

The corner of his mouth hitched. “You left all the doors between me and you unlocked. I took that as an invitation.”

“Presumptuous,” I muttered.

“Sexy,” he muttered back as he dipped down to lick the side of my neck. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine, thanks. You?”

He kissed up my neck to my jaw. My insides were waking up, showing interest in what this ridiculous man was doing to me at this ungodly hour.

“Terrible. I was hard all night. It was like trying to sleep on a log that kept stabbing me. Your fault.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you trying to say I didn’t satisfy you properly?”

“That’s what I’m saying. Once wasn’t enough and you sent me on my way with your scent all over me and the memory of your tight pussy. It was cruel.”

He dragged his palms across my stomach. I sucked in even more. He grunted and squeezed my sides before slamming me against him, the air knocking loose from my lungs. My stomach went soft as his rock-solid abs pressed into it, and the look he shot me was nothing less than proud.

“What are you doing?” I uttered.

“I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to take a shower and get dressed for a long day of work.” He grabbed my ass with one hand, my face with the other and kissed me hard, all minty and fresh. It pleased me more than I liked that he’d brushed his teeth before coming to me. He’d put thought into this.

This was Weston. Of course he had. Weston didn’t do anything without thinking it through.

He backed me into the wall, licking the inside of my mouth until I was breathless and panting. Sliding his fingers along the valley of my ass, he slipped forward to my core, found my entrance, and thrust inside. I sucked in a breath, and he took that as an opening to kiss me even deeper, stealing the little oxygen I’d gained.

I was dizzy from him. And needy. Every time I started tothink, to question what we were doing or worry about how revealing the bright bathroom lights were, he rubbed a spot inside me that made all rational thoughts flee.

An orgasm washed over me in record time. Weston pulled back to watch me moan from parted lips. His fingers pressed and rubbed my inner walls, stretching my pleasure out until I needed more than fingers and he couldn’t wait.

Cracking open the shower door, he grabbed the condom from the shelf where he’d left it, rolled it on with steady, urgent movements, then spun me away from him by my hips, molding his chest to my back. His cock fit between my cheeks, and he rocked, wedging it even more snugly while his mouth devoured my shoulder and neck.

I leaned my head back, kissing the side of his jaw, licking the rough stubble he’d yet to shave. His skin slid against mine, hot and slick.

“Need to get inside you,” he murmured. “I have to know if you feel as good as I remembered.”

“I do. I promise.”

He breathed a laugh on my shoulder and pinched both my nipples. “I know you do. That sweet little pussy of yours is perfect, and I’m going to ruin it.”

With that, he pressed on the center of my back, leaning me forward.

“Hands on the wall, baby. This is going to be hard and fast.”

One hand, then the other, braced on the tiles. Weston held on to my shoulder, his index finger brushing my throat, and lined himself up with my opening. He nudged forward, slipping an inch inside me.

“West—”

Whatever I’d been about to say was swept away at the thrust of his hips. One powerful move and he was fully seated inside me, slapping against my ass. He gripped my hip, slid his other hand to the front of my throat, and fucked me hard and deep, his thick length igniting every one of the nerves inside me. My body had awakened and was finely attuned to this man.

Weston was on a mission, rutting as deeply as he could get, barely retreating before he buried himself to the hilt. His taut, muscular body slammed into my much softer one, groans rumbling from his chest.

He loved the feel of me.

I more than loved the feel of him.

He knew how to hold me, to make me forget my inhibitions and give myself over to this thing…this mistake we were going to keep making.

---