Page 52 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

But not here. Not now. He would allow himself this. To want more. To need more.

To need her.

So he unwrapped her like she was a sacred, precious gift, and he let himself get drunk on the glory of her every curve. The glorious softness of her skin. Her breasts were larger, rounder than they had been that first night they were together.

Her nipples were tight, a delicious berry pink that called to his appetites. And he decided to indulge them. He lowered his head and slid his tongue over that tightened bud, growling as he did. She gasped, holding his head to her, and arching against him. He sucked her deep, trying to assuage the roaring need drowning out the sound of everything but his heartbeat. Feeling. He was all feeling now.

This was what she wanted. Him. Like this.

She could have it.

And so would he.

In all of its splendor. In all of its glory.

Because he could feel the air, skimming over his skin, a heightened sense of need and desire and being alive that he wasn’t sure anyone else felt. But he did.

And right now, it was a good thing. Because her touch coupled with that sensitivity was all the drug he would ever need.

And someday, if he was ever found lying on the floor, addled by addiction, it would be her.

That addiction would be her.

He had been obsessed with her from the beginning.

And he had blinded himself to what that meant.

Because it was this. Always. From moment one.

She pushed at his shoulders, and he allowed her to do so, moving away from her. “It’s my turn,” she said, beginning to tug at the buttons on his shirt.

She undressed him, her fingers clumsy, and he found that endearing, because Polly was so rarely clumsy. She was always in charge. The master of everything, everything around him, all the details, his whole life.

But she was trembling now.

“Are you afraid?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m shaking because I want you.”

And this was why emotions were so difficult.

Because sometimes shaking was fear. And sometimes it was this.

He gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and leaned in, kissing her again.

She pushed the shirt from his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She looked at him with the same sort of greed he knew had been on his face when he had examined her.

A triumph.

Physically, he had always been attractive to women.

It was everything else about him that created difficulties.

It was one reason he was very obsessive in his workout routines. Health being a primary goal and focus, of course. But, anything that made things easier was of course a boon. And he had found his physique absolutely made things easier.

She clearly appreciated his work.

She put her hand on his chest, let her fingertips drift down his abdomen. He closed his eyes, growled.

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