Page 29 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Once there’s nothing else in his way, Aiden dives back in, eating my pussy with such fervor my legs are shaking within moments. His tongue flicks across my clit, and I feel myself beginning to lose it.

When he slips two fingers inside my wet heat and finds that sweet spot, I start pulsing around him.

Noises that I’ve never heard myself make echo off the bathroom walls as my body quakes. As I come, he holds me even closer to his face, making sure he wrings every ounce of pleasure out of me.

When he stands back up, I whisper, “Wow. That was incredible.”

“Oh, sweetheart, we aren’t done yet,” he says, pulling off his robe and yanking down his boxers.

His thick-as-a-Coke-can cock comes into view, and it’s just as mesmerizing as it was last night. I’m not quite sure how it fit inside me. It seemed like magic, but I’m ready to see the party trick again.

“Shit,” he growls. “I need to go get a condom.”

He starts to leave the bathroom, but I lay my hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t need it,” I assure him. “I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone since the last time I went to the doctor.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, not wanting to push me into anything.

“Yes,” I reply in barely more than a breathy whisper.

He walks back over to me and gives me a passionate, heated kiss before saying, “Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”

He kisses me once more before turning me around. “Turn around, and set your hands on the counter,” he instructs.

I do as he wishes, so I’m bent over the vanity, staring at myself in the mirror as Aiden positions himself behind me.

He lines himself up with my entrance and slips inside. I gasp, feeling his thickness stretch me as wide as I can go. There’s no pain, though. It’s all pleasure—mind-blowing pleasure.

“Watch us, baby. Watch me fuck you,” he says in a low tone.

My eyes lock with his in the mirror, and I can see that his hold a fierce hunger. He slides in and out of me at a steady pace, drawing my eyes to where our two bodies are joined.

Every time he plunges into me, my ass jiggles. Typically, I’d hate watching any part of me jiggle, but the way Aiden is staring at it tells me how much he’s enjoying the view. It’s further confirmed when his fingers grab the juicy flesh and push into me harder.

Every hard thrust is hitting all the right spots, bringing me closer to another orgasm. I moan his name, which spurs him on even more.

When he speeds up, I lose it. My body starts to collapse from the waves of pleasure crashing over me. He holds me up as he finds his release inside me.

When both of our bodies still, he leans forward and places a few soft kisses on my shoulder. He slides out of me and grabs a washcloth to clean us both up.

When he’s finished, he gives me a slow, tender kiss. “Beautiful,” he whispers as he pulls back.

As we make our way to the bed to lie down, my head is spinning with everything that has happened in just a couple of days.

My boss, who I’ve never thought of as more than a grumpy introvert, is actually sweet and funny—not to mention a fucking sex wizard.

How could I have been so wrong about him?

When we are situated under the blankets, I snuggle close to his warm body. He’s like my own personal space heater.

“Do you want me to go back to my room?” He asks.

“Not a chance in hell,” I reply. “You are so comfortable. You have to stay.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” he whispers before kissing the top of my head.

“Why are you so comfy?” I ask, slowly losing the battle with my heavy eyelids.

He chuckles. “It’s my extra layer of meat. More comfortable than lying on some hard six-pack abs of all your frat boy exes?”

Half asleep, I reply, “Oh, Boss Man, they’ve got nothing on you.”

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