Page 60 of Beauty and the Boss Man

I’m too swept up in our kiss to care though. The way his tongue moves makes my head go all foggy.

His kiss has always been passionate, but this is filled with more emotion than ever before.

His lips leave mine for a moment. When he pulls back to look at me, he pushes the hair back from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, and I melt all over again.

He kisses me again, but this time, he lifts me and lays me down on the soft mattress before climbing on top of me.

His mouth moves from my lips down to my neck, finding the most sensitive spot. He kisses and nips at it, and my senses are completely overwhelmed with nothing but Aiden. From the feel of his lips to the way his hair lightly tickles me as it feathers across my skin. The way he smells like soap and cologne. The way his kiss somehow tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted.

When one hand moves to my breasts and tweaks my nipple through the material of my dress, my body comes to life. It feels good, but I yearn for more. My body needs more contact.

Aiden sits up on his knees and reaches his fingers up to my shoulders, grabbing the thin straps and pulling. Teasingly slowly, he brings the dress down my body. Once it’s off, he focuses on doing the same to my bra.

Once I’m naked beneath his hungry gaze, he spends time focusing on each of my breasts, sucking each of my nipples into his mouth and licking over it with his tongue.

While his mouth gives attention to my chest, his hand slides between my legs, making sure I’m ready for him.

Feeling that I’m more than ready, he slides his cock inside with ease. I gasp at the feeling—the feeling I get every time he and I have sex.

Although there is something different about this time. There’s always been passion and emotion, but this is more.

Something like, dare I say…love.

He moves inside me—every movement slow and deliberate. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to get lost in his kiss once again.

We lie there trapped in time—trapped in a moment. We make love and pour everything we have into each other.

He takes his time as we both build toward an explosive finish. I moan into his kiss as one of his hands reaches between us and rubs my clit.

Damn, the man handles it like a magic button because soon enough, I’m tightening around him and riding the waves of an epic orgasm.

My legs wrap around his back, pulling him even closer, and soon, he’s coming inside me.

When we’ve finished, we snuggle up and fall into a comfortable silence. The gravity of what we just did hits me like a ton of bricks. This wasn’t just sex or fucking—this was making love. This had all of our feelings toward each other come bubbling to the surface.

There’s a part of me that wants to fall in bed like this every single night for the rest of our lives. But I know that’s just not possible.

Is it?

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