Page 66 of Playboy Boss

Once on the bed, Scottie pawed his polo shirt, lifting it over his ribcage, and tossed it to ground when she’d succeeded.

“I was serious about the apron.” After he’d untied her apron, he yanked it off, and she slipped under him, taking his bottom lip between her teeth. He loved how responsive she was to him. It matched exactly what he felt for her. Ready. Urgent. And he was so fucking hard. He would rip the crotch of his shorts if he didn’t get them off.

Through their fast, hungry need for each other, they’d stripped off each other’s clothes until they were naked. He ran his palm down the center of her chest until he touched her clit. Scottie spread her legs wider, hooking her legs around him. He hovered over her, staring into her sun-touched face, his heart slowing way down. He knew they had to be fast, but that didn’t stop his desire to savor her.

Konrad kissed her neck, sucking her skin while he rubbed her. Her whimpers kept him going, kept him on the path to her pleasure. He took her nipple in his mouth, licking it, biting it, and only pulling back when she winced.

“Sorry,” he said on a groan, his mouth moving toward her other nipple. “I can’t help it.”

“No. It’s okay. You didn’t hurt me.” Her pelvis lifted to his circling touch.

Another bite to her nipple and she bucked under him.

“You taste good,” he said. The task to get down her body continued. Down her stomach, he circled his tongue on her sweet skin, dipping it into her belly button. He intended to go farther.

“Oh…” She moaned as he slipped a finger inside her.

Wet and hot, the thought of being inside her made him absolutely insane. He already knew what it felt like, but there was something that felt different about being there with her on the yacht. The anticipation of having her, of making her orgasm so hard the whole yacht might find out about them, got him more excited, if that were possible. That was his lust talking, though.

He didn’t want to think about the others on the yacht. There were no others, as far as he was concerned. How different his life could be in a week astounded him.

He moved down still, his mouth between her thighs. She was bare and completely open to him. Glancing up, he met her eyes, which were drooping with wanton need. She’d never looked so gorgeous. Taking his lower lip between his teeth, he turned his gaze back to her.

“I’m going to taste you,” he said, his palms pushing down her thighs. A moan soared through the air, and he nearly lost it.

One swipe, then two, and her skin sent him ablaze. He couldn’t stop himself. He intended to lick every part of her. Over and over, he circled his tongue around her. He delved his tongue inside her, making her buck under him, soft words falling from her lips he didn’t quite decipher over the hard beat of the blood coursing between his ears.

“Konrad…” she cried, her fingers fisting his hair. She was close. He could feel it. “Please. Please…”

He continued licking her and rubbing her. She was his priority. It has always been that way with her. No one else had ever been able to evoke that from him.

Scottie stilled. Didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t make a sound. Didn’t breathe. Faster, his tongue moved over her, feeling the hard intensity of her impending orgasm.

“Come on, Scottine,” he murmured, his mouth back to the task.

One more flick, and she let herself go. Releasing his hair, she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face. Her attempt at discretion didn’t stop his tongue. He continued until she pushed his head away.

“No more,” she panted, staring down at him from under the pillow.

“Oh, there will be more. I promise you that.”

Tossing the pillow from her face, he kissed her with a savage appetite that wasn’t nearly quelled. Tasting her had made his erection harder than it was before. He sprung off the bed, finding his shorts on the floor. Rummaging through his wallet, he pulled out a condom. He’d come prepared.

Scottie was on her haunches, passion darkening her eyes. She reached for the packet. “Let me.”

She sheathed him quickly and was on her back again. Between her legs, Konrad entered her rough and fast. He groaned with the resistance around him. Hot waves moved through him, making him feel alive. Closing his eyes, he buried himself deep inside her until their stomachs touched. Scottie cried out, biting his shoulder.

“You feel tremendous,” he said, choking on his words. He’d never felt so uninhibited or free.

He moved inside her, slow at first, then faster. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as close to her as he could. There was such comfort there against her skin. And ease. He wasn’t thinking of work or getting back to his mates. Those were the last things on his mind.

Her breath hitched, and he knew she was getting close again. A smile pulled at his lips. Yes, he could pleasure her like this all day. Of that, he was positive. Sensing her need for him to quicken his pace, he did.

“Oh, God, Konrad,” she said through rapid breaths and groans. “I’m close again.”

“Good,” he growled against her forehead, kissing her smooth skin.

Not even a second later, she came undone, and he reveled in her sounds. In her body wrapping itself around him. In the thought that he could take her to pleasure so easily and intended to do it every chance he got.

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