Page 4 of Bossy Bred

I break our kiss to say, “Now be a good girl for me and take off your panties.”

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LETA

The defiant part of me is tempted to tell Jake that if he wants my panties off,heshould take them off. But, honestly, it’s hot, him telling me what to do. This is what I was looking for: a man who knows what he’s doing. A man who isn’t afraid to take charge. One night of glorious sex and then we’ll both go on with our lives.

In an attempt to be flirty, I tease my fingers over the hem of my dress. “Maybe I’m not wearing any,” I say.

He looks mildly amused. “You are. I saw your panty lines when you were storming away from me.”

I harrumph.

“Fine,” I say, reaching under the skirt of my dress and hooking my thumbs around the sides of my underwear. I slide them down over my hips, trying to do it seductively but not succeeding. “Happy now?”

“Getting there.” He slides a hand over my curves, caressing the rises and dips of my body. His touch feels luxurious. He’s taking his time, exploring on his own terms. I ache against his largehand. To be touched like this feels like a fantasy come true. When his hand brushes over the front of my thigh, I feel my nipples pebble in anticipation of him touching me between my legs.

But he lifts his hand before it gets there and instead takes my hand to guide me toward the bed.

Like everything else in this hotel room, the bed is gorgeous. It’s far bigger than any two people would need—although, looking at how big Jake is, maybe that’s not such an accurate assessment to make. The linens look dreamily plush, and when I fall back against them, I discover that they’re as soft as clouds.

I can’t imagine having a bad night of sleep in a bed like this.

I exhale a pleasured sigh and look at the ridiculously attractive man standing at the foot of the bed. I never knew I had a thing for big, impeccably dressed men, but apparently I do. His suit looks expensive and custom tailored. His short, chestnut brown hair looks like it was cut one individual hair at a time with a pair of golden scissors. But he’s not entirely clean-cut—there’s a roughness to his face, an intriguing sexiness to the faint wrinkles around his eyes. He looks like a man who has an overwhelming amount of responsibility on his shoulders. A leader. A man who has to keep up appearances and make hard decisions that affect lots of people.

I’ve been turned on since I first laid eyes on him, but my arousal is at an all-time high now. There’s something undeniably hot about being in a hotel room with a complete stranger—but, being the person that I am, I also can’t stop myself from wondering who this man really is. As I watch him unbutton his suit jacket with one hand and casually drape it over the back of a nearby chair, I prop myself up on my elbows.

“Are you a CEO of something?” I ask with a smile. “Wait—let me guess. You run a company that manufactures high-end bottled water.”

He tugs his tie loose and throws it over his draped jacket. His eyes sear into me as he comes over, entirely ignoring my question. Instead, he grabs my calves and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

The next thing I know, he’s kneeling between my legs, his hands sliding up over my bare thighs. I gasp when his hand moves between my legs. His fingertips graze my clit, circling over the swollen bud and drawing a soft moan from my lips.

“Oh,” I say, feeling my face flush. “That’s—oh.”

“Nice?” he prompts.

“Yes,” I squeak out. “Very nice.”

He trails his fingers over my slit, then pushes one inside me. A sound escapes my throat that I’ve never made before. His eyes darken with satisfaction and he starts to slowly slide his finger in and out of me.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands.

“M-more? Of this?” I manage to say.

“Is that all you want?” His voice is deep, unrelentingly sexy. “You just want me to finger you? Make you gush all over my hand?”

His dirty talk washes over me like a hot shower. For a moment, my mind goes blank with pleasure, but then the words come to me.

“No,” I say with a sudden rush of boldness. “I want you to fuck me.”

A hint of a smile ticks up the corner of his mouth. He adds another finger inside me. “Good girl. Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me.” I almost sob the words. His fingers are pumping harder in and out of me now, the wet sound of my arousal impossible to ignore.

“Good. I will, after I make you come.”

Keeping his fingers going, he dips his head between my thighs. I gasp for air when his tongue laves my clit, hungrily lapping at me. I spread my legs wider as he continues to eat me out, sucking and licking my clit like he’s been craving it for days.

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