Page 17 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Once they’re off, his eyes look me up and down from the skimpy material of the underwear to the lacy fabric of my push-up bra.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says in a low tone. And the way he says it makes me believe him.

He trails kisses along my chest while his fingers expertly unhook the clasp of the bra. Once he pulls it down my arms and off my body, his hands get to work, lifting one in each hand and grazing my nipples with his thumbs. When his warm mouth replaces his thumbs on the sensitive flesh, I cry out. The sensation of his tongue flicking against the pink nubs pulls an invisible string that’s attached directly to my clit.

My legs press together in an attempt to quell the ache forming between them. Aiden must sense what I am craving because his fingers move aside the thin fabric of my thong and start sliding through the wet folds. He focuses his attention on my clit, rubbing small circles around the bundle of nerves.

When he takes a finger and slips it inside, I let out another loud moan. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve been noisy as hell this whole time.

Once inside, he presses against my g-spot, sending sparks of electricity shooting through me like fireworks.

Without warning, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and sinks down further, giving his mouth perfect access to my pussy. And holy hell, what the man does with that access is nothing short of amazing.

He doesn’t just eat my pussy.

He devours it.

His tongue licks every inch of me, lapping up all my juices. His arms snake around my waist, holding me in place since my legs are starting to quiver.

It feels so damn good that I never want it to end, but I’m heading toward my orgasm at lightning speed. When he gently sucks my clit between his teeth and uses his tongue to flick against the most sensitive part, my resolve breaks, and I’m coming undone.

My entire body quakes as I struggle to stay upright—seemingly endless waves of pleasure wash over me. I scream out Aiden’s name in a voice I barely recognize as my own.

Once my body stills, he slowly sets my leg back on the ground. When he looks up at me, the lust in his eyes shows that we are far from done.

He gets up off his knees and looks me up and down again. With one firm command, he has my knees going weak once more.

“Get on the bed.”

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