Page 142 of Savage Bosses

That was all the invitation I needed. I crashed my mouth into hers, swallowing her gasp of surprise. She responded instantly, nails digging into my shoulders as she allowed me to lead.

This was sheer madness, but I couldn’t stop. I’d never crossed the line. I had to have her, all of her, and there was no turning back now. She was mine, whether she knew it or not. And by the time this night was over, she’d have no doubt about whom she belonged to.

I broke the kiss, breathless. “Wine?” I needed to think this through.

Aerica nodded mutely. She was so damn sexy. I took her hand and led her into the kitchen.

I poured two glasses of white wine and handed one to her. We settled on the couch. I removed her heels, and the contact sent a jolt of heat through me. I took a large swallow of wine, watching her over the rim of my wineglass.

“Are you trying to Cinderella me?”

“Do you want a glass slipper?” I would get her anything she asked for. She just didn’t know it.

“Do you have a glass slipper available?”

“I can buy one.”

“That’s not necessary.” She licked her pouty lips.

My fingers traced light patterns on her knee. “What are your dreams?”

“I want to work in advertising. Maybe have my own agency one day.”

“I have no doubt you’ll achieve that goal.” I leaned closer, drawn by the rapid pulse at the base of her throat. “You seem like someone who stops at nothing to get what she wants.”

“Is that right?” Her eyes glinted with amusement and challenge.

“Oh, yes.” I sat my wineglass aside, then took hers and did the same. “In fact, I’d bet you can get whatever you want from me.”

“And what exactly do I want from you right now?” Her breath caught as I cupped the back of her neck.

“Me.”

“What about your no fraternizing policy?”

“Fuck that policy.” I pressed my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp. No more waiting. I needed this woman, needed to sink my cock into her warmth and lose myself.

The kiss went on and on, deepening with each passing second. Her hands fisted in my shirt, clinging as if her life depended on it.

When we finally broke apart, chests heaving, she whispered. “Fuck that policy.” She giggled in my ear.

My heart kicked into overdrive. This was really happening. I hadn’t been inside a woman in four or five months. I was so close to this woman.

My cock was ready thirty minutes ago. I stood, pulling her up with me. It was time to claim Aerica as mine. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the staircase. I thought about going to the elevator but I was standing near the stairs.

We stumbled upstairs, pausing every few steps to kiss her plump lips. By the time we reached my bedroom, we were both breathless and frantic.

I slid my hands under Aerica’s dress, spreading my fingers across the smooth skin of her back. She arched into my touch with a soft moan.

“Off,” she muttered, tugging at my shirt.

Aerica’s hands trembled as she undid the buttons of my shirt, her knuckles brushing against my chest with each move. I captured her hands, stilling their progress. She peered up at me through her long natural lashes.

“I want this. I want you.” I grinned and pulled my shirt over my head.

Then I reached for the hem of her dress. I slowly peeled off her dress, dropping kisses along each inch of skin as it appeared to me. By the time I eased the dress down over her hips, her breath came in ragged gasps. A lacy red bra and red thong panties were on display.

The sight made my mouth water. My hands worked at the clasp at her back. It snapped open; the bra falling away to expose her firm mounds to my hungry gaze.

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