Page 56 of Taming the Boss

I was in the shower, shampooing my hair, when the cracked door opened wider. My breath stumbled and I clutched the soap, almost certain I had to be imagining this.

Had she finally decided to make a move? Thank God.

Maddie padded in barefoot, wearing one of my T-shirts. I had no clue when she’d come in to get one out of the drawers. But the sight of her through the shower glass dressed in very little and the main thing she wore was mine—yeah, there was no stopping my cock from immediately hardening.

It had been a difficult week in a number of ways.

She eased open the shower door and shed the shirt without a blink, saying nothing as she stepped inside with me. Then she slid her hands up my dripping chest and offered me her mouth, easing up on her tiptoes so I didn’t have to bend much to kiss her. She was relatively tall for a woman and we lined up in a way that felt all too natural as my lips met hers.

As she released a soft moan as I cupped her firm ass in my palms and brought her against me, not making any attempt to disguise my need.

Hell, she’d come to me in my freaking shower. I’d say that was a pretty plain invitation.

She moaned again and rubbed her breasts against my chest, her hard nipples skewering my skin. I lowered my mouth to her neck, to her shoulder, as the shampoo I’d immediately forgotten trailed down into my eyes, momentarily blinding me.

Right away, she lifted her hands to take over the task I’d abandoned, shampooing and working the water through my hair while I kissed my way down her cleavage, finally capturing one of her shell pink nipples to suck and tease.

With my other hand, I brought her against me even harder, pressing my hard length into her soft belly as I parted her slick thighs to find her as warm and wet as she’d been in the car. Her clit was so swollen while I flicked her again and again then rolled into a gentle rhythm as I gave plenty of attention to her breasts.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I growled, slipping a finger downward, then two, using both to enter her and build the intensity. “Did you come without me?”

“No, I couldn’t. I even tried.”

“Not even once?”

“I couldn’t get there.” She dipped back her head, exposing her throat until I was helpless not to lick and bite her there too while I worked her pussy. “Please,” she whimpered.

God, the noises she was making were driving me crazy. As if I could deny her anything.

Ever.

“But you tried?” I pressed.

“It didn’t work. All I did was build myself up more. I needed this. You. To finish what you’d started. Why I came in here and basically…threw myself at you.” She looked up at me under her lashes, parting her thighs wider in case I required more encouragement. I did not.

Just the sounds her body made was encouragement enough as I went faster, arching my hand against her, grinding against her clit as my fingers drove in and out.

“Anytime you need me, tell me. You hear me?” I scissored my fingers as I latched my mouth on the side of her neck, sucking hard enough to mark her while I pushed her up to the edge. She nodded, panting hard, and then my thumb brushed her clit and she went flying, convulsing around me as she whimpered again.

She was still coming, still lost in her orgasm when I lined us up and plunged inside her, so consumed with having her as she came that I didn’t think of anything else.

Nothing else existed.

Her eyes widened, that dizzy blue locking on mine but then she was climbing up my hips, wrapping herself around me so fully that turning her into the tile wall so I could fuck her the way I needed to was the most natural thing in the world. My still soapy hair continued to drip into my eyes and my stinging eyes contributed to the surreality of this moment.

Was this really happening? Or would I wake in my tangled sheets and realize I’d dreamed every bit of it?

Every bit of her.

“Maddie,” I managed brokenly, dropping my head to her breasts as my strokes became increasingly frenetic. I couldn’t control them or myself. It was a damn miracle I was able to reach between us to circle her clit, trying desperately to make her come once more before I did. It wouldn’t be long. Couldn’t be. Her pussy was so tight and hot and the way she clenched at me had me on the verge of begging.

I didn’t even know for what. She’d already given me everything.

But I couldn’t get deep enough as I lifted her higher, driving her into the wall as I burrowed into her body. She was so flexible and giving, just opening to me and allowing me to do whatever I wanted.

“Come in me,” she panted, her full lips parting as I rubbed her clit and tried to hold on.

Making this good for her was all I cared about. Because this damn well had to happen again. Already I knew my craving for her would be like a burn in the blood.

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