Page 11 of Big Built Boss

I gently rub my thumbs in circles on her lower back, offering both reassurance and encouragement. Her lips find mine again as she stands on her tiptoes, a light giggle escaping her as she presses into me. When she lowers herself back down, her voice is soft but confident.

“I’d love that. Please.”

My hands find her waist again, pulling her against me, and I kiss her harder, deeper. She’s breathless already, and I’m only getting started. I feel that electricity between us, the kind of tension that I haven’t experienced in ages. There’s something about Olivia, something I can’t quite put my finger on, but it draws me in like a moth to a flame.

Her lips part, and I dive in. There’s no thinking, no planning, just instinct. She’s perfect, so soft and warm against me. The sound of her breath catches in her throat, and I can’t help but growl. My hands are already at the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down without hesitation. She shudders at the movement, and that only spurs me on. I’m not asking for permission anymore. I’m taking control, and she’s letting me. She’s inviting it.

She steps out of her leggings and panties, and I pull away just long enough to look at her. The smirk that pulls at my lips feels dangerous, but I can’t stop it. She’s a vision, and I’m hungry for her.

“I just cleaned this bench,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing, as I walk her backward. I know she doesn’t understand what I’m getting at, not yet, but when she’s sitting down on the bench, I see that realization flicker across her face.

Her skin, a little damp from the heat between us, sticks to the faux leather of the bench, but she doesn’t seem to care. I don’t care either. She’s already sinking back, and I’m following, kissing her as I go. I’m giving her what she wants, what she needs—letting go of any pretense, any boundaries. This is pure, unrestrained desire.

I can feel her heart racing as I push her gently back onto the bench, her body becoming pliable beneath me. She’s lost in this moment, in this experience, and I love that she trusts me enough to let go. It’s an overwhelming power that courses through me—knowing that I’m the one taking her there, pushing her past what she thought she knew about herself.

I can’t stop kissing her. Her mouth is an addiction. But slowly, deliberately, I trail my lips down her jawline, her neck. She gasps as I kiss along her pulse, and I know I’m making her lose herself. But it’s not enough. Not yet. I need more.

I move lower, my hand slipping up her inner thigh, teasing, testing her, and then I feel it—her heat. Her wetness. She’s ready for me. I slide my fingers through her folds, and she gasps, arching into me, her breath catching.

I can’t help but smile against her skin, feeling the way her body reacts to me. She’s completely undone, and I’ve only just begun. I slide my fingers deeper, coaxing her response, and she can’t hold back. The sound that leaves her lips—soft and desperate—makes my pulse quicken.

I take my time, letting her feel every movement, every shift of my hand, and when I feel her body tense, I know she’s close. Her breath comes faster, but I’m in no rush. I want to savor this. She’s never been like this before, and I’m going to make sure she knows what it feels like to let go.

But then, just when I think she’s about to come undone, I pull my hand away. She whines, the sound so wanton, so desperate, it sends a surge of need through me. I could watch her unravel all day, but now it’s time to show her just how much more I can do.

I slide down, pushing her thighs apart, my breath warm against her skin. When I press my lips to her inner thigh, she shudders, a soft gasp escaping her. It’s almost too easy to make her lose control. But I’m not about to let this end too soon. I lave at her core, drinking her up eagerly.

I look up at her, a smirk pulling at my lips. “You taste so good,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I can’t get enough of her, and I’m going to prove it.

She looks at me, her chest heaving as she clings to the bench, her hands tangled in my hair. I dip lower, my tongue swiping through her folds, feeling the heat of her against me. It’s better than anything I could have imagined. She’s all I can think about, and I want her more with every passing second.

The way she moves against me—her hips, her breathing, everything about her—drives me wild. I feel her body tense again, her grip tightening in my hair, and I know she’s close. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. She’s going to come for me, and it’s going to be everything.

Her voice is a breathless chant of my name, and I feel her whole body shudder as she falls over the edge. The pleasure is overwhelming, and it hits me harder than I expected. She’s trembling beneath me, her body spasming with the intensity of her orgasm, and I don’t stop. I keep going, pushing her further, deeper, until she’s gasping, her hands tugging at me to make me stop.

Finally, I pull away, but the sight of her, breathless and undone, is enough to make my heart race. She’s perfect. And for a moment, I can’t think of anything else, but her. For a moment,my brain tells meshe’s mineeven though the logical part of me knows she’s the furthest thing from it.

I look down at her, my chest heaving as I catch my breath. She’s a vision, her legs still spread beneath me, her body still twitching with aftershocks. I can’t resist. I need to kiss her again, to taste her on my lips.

I rise up, and she pulls me into a kiss. She tastes like herself, and it’s filthy, but it’s so good. I can’t get enough of her. I want more, but I know we’re not done yet. There’s still so much I haven’t shown her.

“How was that?” I ask, my voice low and teasing. I can’t help it. I want to hear her say it.

She smiles a breathless, satisfied smile, and says, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt better in my life. That was incredible.”

I can’t help but chuckle at that, but I’m already thinking ahead. “We’re just getting started,” I say, looking at the clock. “But maybe we should save the rest for another time.”

She nods, her eyes bright with excitement. “Maybe,” she says, and I can’t help but feel a surge of pride.

I’ll show her more, I think. So much more. But tonight, I’ve given her a taste. That’s enough for now.

Chapter Six

Olivia

I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the endless rows of numbers in the spreadsheet, when Alex walks into my office. I glance up and give him a quick smile, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest at the sight of him.

He looks good today—again, as he always does—his shirt a little more fitted, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair still slightly damp from his morning shower. There's an easy confidence about him that I can’t seem to shake, and I don’t want to. It’s like a magnet, pulling me in without even trying.

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