Page 42 of A Bossy Proposal

West must sense my hesitation because he stops and smiles at me. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “I’m going to enjoy giving you everything you deserve. But only if you want me to.”

I nod. “Please.”

He smiles.

I moan as he reaches the top of my thigh and then slides his thumb under the hem; waves of pleasure course through me. He nuzzles over the top of my panties, his breath warm against my skin, and I have to grab his hair to ground me.

“Good girl. Put one leg over my shoulder and hold on tight.”

With those words, any lingering doubts or fears melt away. I want this just as much as he does. But I stand there for a moment longer, while we just look at each other.

West takes a deep breath and says, “Iwilllook after you.”

I’m sure he means sex, but I don’t ask. I just smile, hold his head steady and slide my leg over his shoulder.

He pulls my panties to one side, revealing the wetness that has been building between my legs.

His mouth nears until his lips brush against me in a soft kiss. Electricity zips through my body, and I gasp aloud.

“Good?”

“Oh God…So good.”

The sensation is so intense that I shiver and arch my back, pressing myself closer to him.

Small gasps fall from my lips as he continues to kiss and lick me. His tongue probes deeper with each passing moment.

His thumb circles my clit as he continues to lick me, and I’m getting closer and closer to climaxing.

My breath is now ragged gasps as he works his magic on me, bringing me higher and higher until finally...

“West!” I explode, calling out his name over and over.

As I come down from my orgasmic high, West pulls away from me gently, wiping his thumb over his lips. “I knew you would taste delicious.”

I chuckle lightly as I catch my breath, still reeling from the intensity of what happened.

West licks his lips, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. My cheeks heat as I remember how he brought me to that peak, how he tasted every bit of me.

And how much I loved it.

Before I can fully process it, he scoops me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck, laughing softly as he carries me upstairs and to his bedroom.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to hide my excitement.

“To clean you up,” he replies with a playful glint in his eye.

He sets me down gently on the plush bed, then heads to the bathroom. I sit there, my heart racing as I glance around the primary suite. It’s tastefully decorated, and just like the rest of his penthouse, it’s modern yet warm.

He returns with a damp cloth and kneels in front of me.

“Open your legs for me.”

My face heats. “I can do it.”

“Let me look after you.” His voice is low and soothing.

I squeak something incoherent.

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