Page 537 of Savage Bosses

I sit down, and she hops onto my lap, looping her arms around my neck. “You never cheated.”

“No.”

Her lips press against mine, and in a quick, calculated move, Brynlee unzips my pants, pulling my dick out. Shoving her short dress up around her hips, she reaches between her thighs and moves her thong aside.

“Bryn, I…I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes dim, and she bites her bottom lip before smirking at me. She opens her clutch and removes a foil wrapper. Biting it, she rips it with her teeth and unrolls it before smoothing it over my cock.

“You make a habit of carrying these around?”

“Only when my boss insists on punishing me with orgasm denial,” she moans.

“Fuck!” I groan when I slip inside of her.

Arching her head back, she lifts and slides back down slowly.

“Bryn, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me.”

“Bury yourself inside of me, baby,” she moans as she picks up speed.

The train rockets through the dark night, much like I’m blasting off with her. She’s my rocket ship taking a trip around the universe. She’s like molten lava, starry-eyed and dripping wet. Dipping her head, Brynlee takes the lead, claiming my lips. Our kisses become an exchange of control as we battle over who takes the lead until she’s crying out, shrieking through the empty train as we pass building after building, emptiness, and streetlights. Memories of our last time together ricochet between us.

Brynlee bites my neck as she cums, and my hands hold tightly to her as I thrust like a jackhammer, releasing what’s only been released at my hands for the last eight months.

“Lindbergh train station. Lindbergh train station,” the automated voice announces as the car slows to a crawl.

She hops off my lap, giggling as I struggle to fix my pants.

“Woman, you’re going to kill me, I swear!” I shout, chasing after her as she departs the train.

CHAPTER 13

Brynlee

“I

had a great time tonight, Ro,” I say, looping my arms around his neck.

In the last two weeks since Ambrose told me the truth, things have been different between us. I still defy his orders in the office and challenge him in meetings, but I look forward to the punishments that he dishes out.

“I did, too. When are we going to stop sneaking around?” he asks, brushing my lips.

I sigh into the kiss, closing my eyes and not wanting to address what I know could be a real problem. Opening my mouth to him, I let his tongue take over. He leads me where he wants me to go.

“I was thinking you should spend the night,” I say, breaking the kiss and turning tox unlock the door.

“You were, were you?”

“Mm-hmm. Maybe we could discuss expectations between orgasms and over a spanking or two,” I tease, standing in the doorway.

He laughs and pulls me into him, cupping my ass as he deepens the kiss. The night sounds of crickets chirping, wind rustling the trees, and the occasional car driving down the street echo around us.

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he concedes against my lips.

We delve into the kiss, exploring the flame that never ceased all these years. The sound of a car idling has me pulling slightly back from the kiss, but still pressed against Ambrose’s body.

“Bryn? Ro?”