Page 52 of Playboy Boss

Chapter Nineteen

It all happened so fast. Lightning fast. Konrad had his head between Scottie’s legs, kissing her skin, moving with the lust that he’d harbored for days. He pushed her panties harder to the side, licking her until she’d squeezed her thighs against his face.

“God, you’re so good.” She opened her legs and shoved her hands raking through his hair. Breathless, she said, “I had no idea it could be like that.”

Moving up her body, he nipped her skin until his lips touched hers. He wanted her to know how good she tasted. Their tongues touched, danced.

They were on his California king bed in his penthouse. He couldn’t recall how they got there. All he remembered was speed and hands and lips and his cock so hard he’d thought it would burst. And Scottie in his bed—the first to ever be in his bed.

His decision-making malfunctioned in regards to her. He wanted to give her the best pleasure she’d ever known, that was a given. But he wanted more, especially after having her in his bed. But he wasn’t sure how to progress past the physical. He’d never given or received more than that. How would he do it? Would he be successful at the aspects of a normal relationship? He was wading through unchartered waters without a life jacket.

Scottie wrapped her legs around his waist. Warm and soft, her skin was his comfort. He pressed her against the bed with his weight. She jammed her hand between their hot, writhing bodies, pulling up her dress over her hips. His palms formed over the tops of her thighs, the urgency to be inside her taking over.

“Scottie…” He choked on his words. “I want you so fucking bad.”

“I want you too. Please…”

Konrad groaned, wanting to hear her beg for him. He tore off his chambray shirt, the buttons crashing against the tiles. Just as fast, he unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans to expose his thick erection. She gasped in response to him, and he couldn’t be more pleased.

“Let me get a condom,” he grumbled, though it didn’t take away from their momentum. He tore through his wallet, pulling a square packet from its depths. When he was properly sheathed, he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her to him, his tip at her entrance.

“Oh God,” Scottie yelped, lifting her pelvis to receive him. And with a slight move, he slipped inside her.

The tension appeared to have rendered her speechless. She was so small. She’d feel the entirety of him when he was done with her. Leaning in, he kissed her neck, soothing her cries as he buried himself inside her.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against her throat.

She wrapped her arms around him. Their naked flesh sealed together with the beading perspiration from their slick bodies moving together.

“Oh Konrad,” Scottie whimpered, her legs tightening around him.

Heat circulated inside him, concentrating at center. She turned her face, groaning for him, begging him to go faster. The threat of orgasm came fast, but he didn’t want to release yet. Slowly, he moved his hips to maintain a rhythm that kept him on the edge. She, on the other hand, clenched around him, her orgasm coming forth. He could feel it with every move and every sound she made.

“Are you close?” he asked, his lips pressing against her jaw.

Without a response, Scottie cried out again with his movements. He’d grown harder, thicker, and he wasn’t having any mercy on her.

“Faster,” she urged, the word getting caught in her throat.

He complied. Grabbing her ass again, he lifted up her hips, slamming into her as if his heartbeat depended on it. Faster and faster, he impaled her, eliciting cries and moans and pleas to not stop.

“Konrad!” she cried in ecstasy.

Konrad closed his eyes, driving inside her, his orgasm forming stronger than before. He grunted, his fingers digging into her buttocks. His lips fell on hers with his final grunt, kissing her like a starved animal. He dove his tongue in her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. Owning her.

It was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt.

“I think I could be here with you like this for a very long time.” The words came out, unfiltered, unconsidered. The longer she didn’t respond, the harder his heart knocked against his chest.

They were silent for a while. His breath slowed, as did his heart. He wanted to be there with her. He wanted to share his bed with her, and he felt no anxiety about her presence in his home. Before, his home had been off limits. He’d had a select few over, but not one woman touched his bed or spent the night.

Konrad wasn’t sure how long they’d stayed in the bed when the doorbell rang several times. His body surged up, lifting from their warm embrace, and he turned to face his phone sitting on the side table. It blinked with text messages. Who in bloody hell could that be?

Scottie sat up, holding the sheet against her naked body. “Are you expecting someone?”

It was the hostess, Jenny, from Uchi. How did she know where he lived? They’d had a dalliance earlier in the year when he’d first arrived to Houston, but he hadn’t seen her since then. He should have acknowledged her at Uchi the moment he walked in, but how would that have looked in front of Scottie? She’d be even more convinced he was an asshole. A player.

“No, I’m not,” he said in reply to Scottie’s question and swung his legs over the bed, picking up his phone. “But, I’m about to have terse words with the concierge.”

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