Page 1 of Big Bad Boss: Mated

Chapter One

Madi

My breasts flatten against the floor-to-ceiling windowpane in my office where I’m pinned by over two hundred and fifty pounds of solid muscle. Brick’s hand is between my legs, my skirt rucked up to my waist. I’m wearing thigh-highs, and his fingers are under the gusset of my panties, penetrating me.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Not yet,” my former Big Bad Boss growls in my ear. “You don’t get to come until I come, Ms. Evans.” With his free hand, he slaps my ass. “I’ve been blue-balled all” –he spanks me again, “day” –his fingers arc inside me– “long” –he bites my neck– “thinking about you.”

If he keeps it up, I will come on the next thrust. “I fail…to see how that’s my fault.” My tone doesn’t match my words. It’s husky, and I’m out of breath.

“Sassy, I see.” Brick’s lips are right behind my ear. His warm breath feathers across my skin. He yanks down my panties. “I’m going to take care of my rather pressing need” –he allows me to feel the part of his anatomy he wants to press into me– “and then I’m going to consider what form of punishment your daily reprimand will take.” I hear the rustle of his pants and the sound of his zipper. “Now spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

It’s a little hard with my panties around my thighs, so I shimmy my hips to drop them around my stilettos.

It doesn’t matter. Brick’s already losing control. He’s beyond noticing whether I complied with his order. He pulls my hips back to meet his thrust, impaling me in one swift motion.

I gasp. As always, it’s too rough, but perfectly delicious. I love how feral Brick gets, how desperate and dommy he becomes by the end of every day. I love knowing he needs to be inside me so badly he can’t wait until we get home. That he has to lock my office door, shove everything off my desk, and put his mouth between my legs before he can even think about driving me back to our penthouse.

Tonight is no exception. I had to stay late to prepare for a meeting with our French subsidiary tomorrow, so it’s 7:30 now. No one is left on the top floor where Eleanor and I run things.

Which is a good thing because if anyone were around, they would hear just how loudly Brick makes me scream when he’s this wound up.

He braces one hand against the windowpane beside my face and uses the other to hold my hips in place as he pounds into me. “I said, spread those legs, Ms. Evans.”

I guess he did notice.

I widen my stance, which makes my pelvis tip back more. Brick’s cock plunges in deeper, bottoming out against my G-spot.

“Brick!” I gasp.

“Don’t, Brick me, Madison Evans. I know you want to come. But what did I tell you?”

“I have…to wait,” I gasp. I’m already losing the ability to form sentences.

“That’s right.” He slams in harder.

“Oh God,” I moan.

“Take it, little human.”

“I…I can’t,” I sob. Of course, I can. I am. And it’s so good. But I’m getting desperate to come.

“If I’m too rough, it’s because my wolf wants something from you.”

My brain is really not computing. I don’t have any idea what Brick means.

But maybe it’s Brick who isn’t making sense because his thrusts grow wilder. He loses his rhythm and his breath.

The hand holding my hips in place shifts to the front.

Knowing what’s coming, the quakes begin in my legs. Pleasure blooms in my core.

“Do you know what he wants, Madison?” Brick’s fingers hover right above my clit. He taps it once. “He wants…”

Brick loses concentration. He sucks in a harsh breath and holds it. “Now,” he commands, plunging deep as he comes. He finally touches my clit, and I cry out, my orgasm full and powerful. My internal muscles pull Brick’s cock deeper.

Brick keeps rubbing my clit, wringing shiver after shiver from me, making my orgasm last longer than I would’ve thought humanly possible.

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