Page 45 of Rich and Bossy

She stares over at me likereally? It looks like she’s trying to hide a laugh at the same time.

“Just living up to that evil image you’ve concocted for me.” I give her thigh a squeeze for good measure, massaging a little now.

It’s like she forgets everything I just said.

Her breaths become more ragged, and I get the feeling she doesn’t give a shit where I live anymore. So long as we get there, soon.

It seems like forever between the time it takes to park the car and the moment we step into the elevator up to my penthouse. The cameras mounted in two corners are enough to keep me from mauling her, but I can’t stop sweeping my eyes up and down her body, staring her down. The wait is fucking killing me. I can’t remember the last time I felt this kind of anticipation—maybe in the moments before the opening bell the day we went public, or in the tunnel of the Rose Bowl. Even then, my dick wasn’t hard as a goddamn rock waiting for it.

We step out of the elevator, and I have to be careful not to injure her as I haul her into my house. I’m moments away from throwing her over my damn shoulder and marching straight to the bedroom when her phone rings. What’s worse, she reaches into her purse like she’s about to answer.

I’m too fast for her, yanking the clutch from her hand, I sling it onto my couch. “Not a fucking chance.”

She opens her mouth like she’s about to protest, but I cut her off and slam my mouth into hers. This kiss gets hungry, fast,almost like she forgets I just tossed her only connection to the rest of the world aside.

No, it’s just us now. No distractions. I’m about to do unspeakable things to her, things she’ll never forget. I’m going to make her come so damn hard it ruins her for any man in the future.

There won’t be any men in her future.

Just the thought of another man makes me surge into her even harder, pinning her up against a wall.

What’s even better is the way she lunges back against me. It’s like a struggle, a fight for control. I’m way bigger than her and I could dominate this easily, but I settle for allowing her to make a little bit of an impact. It’s a give and take. The energy between us is palpable, off the charts.

And it only makes me want more. I reach down with both hands and grip her ass, lifting her off the ground. Both of her legs squeeze around my waist like a fucking boa constrictor, and she rolls her hips up and down while I haul her toward my bedroom. The sound of her soft sighs and breathless little whimpers is almost enough to get me off before I’ve even been inside her. It’s already better than any sex I’ve ever had, and we still have our clothes on.

What’s even crazier is there’s something more here, something I can’t quantify. Everything we do just works together, like some kind of dance. A lot of times, shit is awkward, you move one way, bump heads, you hear the other person make some noise like they’re dissatisfied.

No, not us. Not right now. It’s all perfect, every action and reaction, like it’s already been choreographed ahead of time, like the universe has willed us together.

I haul ass through the door, over to the bed, but then have to stop myself from crushing her onto my mattress. I don’t set her down easy, but I don’t knock the breath out of her either. Oureyes meet and it’s like I can read every thought she’s having. Her fingers are already working at the waist band on her jeans.

I shove both of her hands over her head and pin them there, then slide my mouth up next to her ear. “I’ll take care of that.”

I work my way slowly down her body, taking my time, running my hands over her collared work shirt, feeling her tits in my hands, squeezing them. They’re bigger than I thought they’d be. These fucking uniforms hide all of her curves, and my dick gets even harder, especially when she gasps at every touch.

She managed to get her jeans unbuttoned, so I take the zipper and slide it down slowly. When I grip each side of the waist, her ass rises off the bed to help me slide them off. I can’t stop staring at her toned, soft thighs as I get the jeans down her legs, then take them off each foot, one at a time. Once I’m done with them, I sling them to the side and gaze at her, still in her shirt, nothing but panties hiding what I want.

My nostrils flare at the sight. “Fuck.” I growl the word.

She squirms, just slightly, at the way I’m looking at her, but I can see it written on her face. She wants this. She wants me.

Anyone in the world would tell us both this is a horrific idea, but neither one of us seems to give a single fuck. All I want to do is dive between her legs and eat her pussy so good she moans my name on repeat, but I may never get to do this again. At some point, her brain is going to start working again, and she’s going to talk herself out of it, so I have to keep her stimulated nonstop to prevent that from happening.

I go to the bottom of her shirt, and slowly slide it up her stomach, then over her perfect tits, still corralled in a black bra. They fill it perfectly as I get the shirt up to her neck then over her head. My dick somehow finds a way to get even harder, so hard it hurts. It strains against my jeans, aching to be inside of her, but it’s going to have to wait. I’m about to get her off so damn good she shakes for an hour.

I kiss her again, unable to stop my chest from surging against her smooth skin, even though her bra and panties are still in my goddamn way. I still manage to have some willpower and take my time, licking around the shell of her ear, kissing down the side of her neck. I work a hand underneath her back and unclasp her bra, then peel it off her.

Her tits are perfect, big but still firm, bouncing just slightly. I kiss and suck around one, flicking my tongue around her tight nipple while massaging the other with my left hand.

“God, that feels so good.” Her fingers rake through my hair and grip it tighter when I bite down on her.

She sucks in a hard breath when I do it.

I work my way to the other one, and I start to wonder if I’ll ever get to her pussy, with these perfect breasts in front of my face. I work back and forth a few times, kissing down through the valley, pressing them together against the stubble on my cheeks, before moving to the other.

I can feel her hands, starting to apply pressure to my head, urging me down farther.

I lean up and smirk right at her, before trailing my tongue down her stomach.

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