Page 52 of Rich and Bossy

“Put my mouth on what?” He slides his tongue barely across my clit.

I know what he wants me to do. I don’t curse or talk dirty very often, but I know he wants to hear me do it.

“Say it, Hazel. Where do you want my mouth.” He smiles against my inner thigh, licking and sucking all around.

“On my pussy.” I grip his hair and try to pull his head toward me when I say it.

“Good girl.” He lets me move his head, this time burying his mouth on me.

And, that’s all they wrote for ol’ Hazel.

Electricity starts firing through my limbs.

His tongue works my clit and he takes two fingers deep inside me again. It’s like an ignition, firing off orgasm after orgasm. My hips roll in giant waves, and he stays latched onto me the entire time, not letting up at all. If anything, he intensifies everything while the orgasm rocks my body.

Goosebumps everywhere. He works my G-spot, using the same tiny circle motion he uses on my clit.

All I can do is hold on for dear life, gasping for air, humping his face uncontrollably. Desperate for release, desperate for all the tension to move out of my body. I’m on fire, my throat hoarse as moan after moan tears itself from my chest.

“Pax.” I can’t even get his full name out, I just keep saying the three-letter version, over and over. I’m not even sure if I’m actually saying it, or if anyone can hear it.

Right when I think the orgasm is done, another one comes right behind it.

Well, hello. This is new.

My back arches again, hips shooting up off the bed, stars exploding behind my eyelids. It goes on and on, rolling over me like crashing ocean waves. I hear him breathing heavy, feel the way he licks me while I tremble and shiver and whisper his name like a prayer.

I’m not really sure when it comes to an end. It feels like I’m coming out of a dream state once more this morning. Once I’m sure I’m firmly back in reality, I’m almost too ashamed to open my eyes.

I made a total fool of myself, didn’t I?

When I pry open one eyelid, looking down at him for some sign of what he’s thinking, all I see is his smile before he goes back to kissing my thighs.

“That is insanely fun.” He laughs against the inside of my thighs.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself down there.” I gasp, my throat too dry for much more than that. “I’m not complaining though.”

One last kiss, and he sits up. “I hate to say it, but I have to get ready for the day. I’m going to shower—you’re welcome to join me...” He picks up the tray and walks out of the room, like he’s some kind of sex butler at a sex resort, who brings you food then gets you off, then goes back to work at the front desk.

I shouldn’t get in the shower with him.

I want to get in the shower with him.

Maybe he’ll get you off again in there.

How many orgasms can your body take? Sheesh.

I think part of me knows this has to end when I walk out of this place. When this day ends, and I want to get everything I can out of it. Right now, reality doesn’t exist beyond these walls, but that’s stupid. That’s ignoring real life.

What the hell am I doing? It’s like I forget everything the second his hands are on me. This is wrong, and stupid, and completely messed up. It doesn’t matter how good we are together. In all the ways it really matters, we’re nothing but trouble. There’s no way this is going to end well.

The more attached I get to thereal Paxton, the worse I’m going to get hurt. I may be kind of young, but I’m not an idiot. I know how relationships work.

And I still don’t know what time it is.

For some reason, that irks me more than anything else. Rather than going to the bathroom to meet up with him, I decide to look for my phone. My parents are probably freaking out by now, considering I never came home after work, never called.They don’t even know I never worked my shift. God, what would they think? Not that I would ever tell them. Certain things, a parent never needs to know.

It only hits me once I reach the living room that Paxton threw my phone onto the couch when we first got here. Right, because it rang, and he didn’t want the distraction. It’s still sitting there, nestled between two cushions.

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