Page 71 of Taming the Boss

So much for not having control.

You want to give her so much pleasure, she’s compelled to stay here.

But pleasure was never a bad thing, right?

I clamped my hands around her waist and switched our positions again, immediately lifting her short, flippy little skirt. “You’re so fucking delicious.” Before she could reply, I ducked my head under the material, making her giggle helplessly.

I licked a path up her tiny lacy panties, zeroing in on the heart of her. She whimpered, arching into my kisses, gripping my hair in her fists just as she’d promised to do if I did this very thing to her. So I kept going, circling her already swollen clit through the material until she grew impossibly wetter and I couldn’t wait for a proper taste any longer. I shoved aside the scrap of nothing and feasted on her, slipping one finger then two inside her, following her moans to discover what she liked best.

She seemed to react most to not knowing how I’d come at her next.

Faster, slower, harder, softer. She was game for it all.

I switched up my thrusts until she started rocking wildly against my hand, begging me softly until I sealed my lips around her clit. “Come in my mouth,” I murmured.

“Jude,” she whimpered, rising up from the bed as she found her release. I licked her through it, still fingering her, daring to slide down in her abundant wetness to the back, darting my pinky inside, just enough to up the pressure and sensation. “Oh, God, I’m going to…”

“Again.” I returned my mouth to her pussy, pushing my tongue inside instead of my fingers which had now found another area to gently explore. I knew right away as she started coming again, because her walls pulsed around my tongue, her offering so sweet, salty, and irresistible.

But my fingers didn’t quit their probing and soon she was grinding against my face, mewling in that manner that made me harder than fucking stone. I rutted helplessly into the bedding, but I didn’t stop my ministrations. “Again?”

She let out a sound between frustration and amusement until I moved up to suck hard on her clit, setting her off once more. Then she was sitting up to drag at my belt and my pants, clearly wanting more than my tongue and busy fingers could provide.

Leaning up to kiss me, she eagerly drew on my tongue, tasting herself with a little whimper. At the same time, she scooped me out of my pants and ran her fingertips up and down my hard length before she squeezed me, hard, making me swear. Slowly, she dragged me closer to her wet slit, mostly revealed by her scrap of panties I’d shoved aside.

Our gazes locked and clung.

“Your call,” I murmured, forcing myself not to make a move until she told me what she wanted.

What I wanted was to be bare inside her again. Already I was hopelessly addicted. And I wasn’t going to think about what that meant or didn’t mean.

I just wanted her scent all over me, just as it had been this morning. Tonight, I didn’t intend to wash it right off, either.

Mid-kiss, she broke away and cocked her head, her forehead wrinkling. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Then I heard it, a very small yet very clear cry. “Baddie? Baddie?”

She shut her eyes and sucked in a breath before she disentangled herself from me and rolled off the bed. She straightened her top and made sure her skirt fell back into place before she rushed into the hall, giving me a few seconds to shove myself back into my trousers and re-button my shirt before I followed.

“I’m here, Owen. I’m still here.”

He was standing in the middle of the hall, knuckling his eyes. “You weren’t in your room,” he complained before she swung him up onto her hip and kissed his forehead.

“I was in the other room with your daddy.” She looked back at me as I came up the hall to join them, unsure if we should bring him into my room or take him back to his own bed and settle him back down to sleep. “Did you have a bad dream?”

He shook his head. “I woke up and had to pee.”

“Did you go?”

I didn’t hear his answer, but she carted him into his room, talking brightly to him before she headed into the bathroom. I went into his room and sat on the bed, assuming if she needed me she’d let me know.

A few minutes later, they returned and she tucked him into bed, rearranging his stuffed animals on both sides of him. “Do you think you can go back to sleep?”

He didn’t seem sure so she went to his bookcase, pulling out the one book I’d gotten for him so far, the one his mom had said was his favorite. “Do you want a story first? Do you like this one? Peter and the Penguins Who Wore Plaid?”

Owen nodded, sitting up in bed when Maddie sat beside him again. “My mom used to read that one to me sometimes.” Instantly, his thumb went in his mouth as she flipped through the first few pages.

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