Page 524 of Savage Bosses

“You’ve been running from me since you left my hotel all those years ago.”

“I had every right to.”

“You shouldn’t have listened to Lyndsey’s lies.”

“She told the truth,” she mutters.

“If she had, you’d have been sharing my bed. That night. And all the nights after.”

I know she feels my dick pressing against her ass yet she doesn’t move. I see her hair flutter from my breath.

“I don’t fool around with cheaters.”

My head bows and presses against the back of hers.

“I never cheated.”

Her head drops forward, pressing against the door.

“Liar.”

She sounds like she doesn’t believe her accusation. I drag my arm around her waist, pulling her into me.

“I never lie. You may not like my truths, but I’m honest if nothing else.”

A moan escapes her lips as my lips press against her neck. Why is she so pliable now? Giving in to my demands rather than threatening me with sexual harassment or quitting.

“I’ve never stopped wanting you, Bryn. Never stopped loving you.”

“I don’t believe you,” she groans, turning her head sideways as I press my lips against her neck.

“I swear you wear these sexy dresses to drive me fucking wild, woman!”

“I swear this song isn’t about you,” she moans, referencing Carly Simon’sI Bet You Think This Song Is About You.

She arches, and I press myself harder into her, gripping the hem of her black and white plaid dress and rolling it up her thighs. My hand smooths across her silken skin so dark it resembles a cacao bean's warm, earthy brown. Her dress gathers around her hips, and she sighs, dropping her head against the door.

Sliding her black lace panties aside, I bury my fingers in her folds, closing my eyes and willing my erection to wither just a bit. It’s a painful beast.

A cry erupts in her throat, and I remove my hand.

“Please,” she warbles.

I remove the tie around my neck and shove it against her mouth.

“Bite down on this when you feel the urge to scream.”

Brynlee was never a quiet lover. My fingers slip inside of her again, working her over.

Her hips move in tightly controlled circles, and only I hear the little gasps, moans, and shrieks muffled by my tie. I love having her like this, sharing something private and primal between us. Love that I alone can hear what is so pleasantly sensual yet urgent, but it’s cut off from everyone else.

Removing my fingers from her, I suck them into my mouth, and she watches me with her head turned sideways with her face pressed against the door. Her eyes widen at the sight of me sucking her juices from my fingers.

Kneeling, I grab her panties and roll them over her ass and hips until she steps out of them. She looks down at me, and I reward her with a wink as I fold them and place them in my pocket. She reaches for them, but I grab her hands and stand again.

Jerking my tie from her mouth, I bind her hands behind her back.

“What’re you doing?” she hisses.

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