Page 525 of Savage Bosses

“Teaching you a lesson, my love. You will stop questioning my authority,” I say, kneeling again and spreading her legs.

My dick jerks harder when I pull her ass cheeks apart and then her glistening lower lips. Pressing my face into her, I inhale her scent and whisper, “You’d better learn to be quiet.”

“I can’t,” she moans.

“Fine. I have no problem with the staff knowing I ate out the CAO.”

“Ro!” she hisses.

My heart clutches. It’s the first time in a long time that she’s called me by my nickname. She’s softening toward me, and I want to know why. Just not now.

“You’ve been warned, Ms. St. Clair,” I say just before pressing my lips against her core.

The whimper she releases is my greatest reward. I always loved how she cried, whimpered, and screamed when I loved her body.

Her scent is heavenly, and her taste is like paradise. The girl I used to know would run from me, but not her. Brynlee’s grown into this amazing woman who gives me what I’m seeking; not clamping her legs or running away because she was unsure how to lose control.

No. This woman whose legs I’m perched between is a woman who is wildly out of control. She works her hips, her ass, and her pussy in ways that I can’t imagine she would ever do. Jealousy fills me as I wonder who taught her this. Who was the bastard that unlocked this side of her? Teaching her that it was okay to let go?

It doesn’t take long before she reaches the edge, but before she can climax, I pull back. Not because I don’t want her because she’s everything that I could have wanted her to be and so much more.

I stand and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens.

“Why’d you stop?”

Pressing kisses against the back of her neck, I whisper, “I don’t know who the fuck he is, but tell him that you’re mine. I won’t fucking let go, Bryn.”

“Please don’t stop, Ro.”

“I have to. Leave something on your mind to think about while I’m out of town.”

“Why’re you doing this, Ro? Why can’t we let the past remain where it should be?” she cries, pulling away from me and straightening her dress.

The anguish on her face almost breaks me, but I have to make her come to me. I won’t stop punishing her for the years we were apart; not until she’s on her knees begging me to punish her.

“Because you belong to me. Every time you resist or challenge me, I will punish you. For every year you pushed me out, I’ll punish you. The way you freely gave yourself to me at Bleu Curve, I want that all the time…minus the attitude.”

“God, I hate you!” she hisses, jerking the door open.

“You lie so damn good.”

She storms away, slamming my office door closed. I pull it open just as she’s opening hers.

“Bryn?”

She turns around and faces me. “I’m just getting started, baby,” I say, winking just before she slams her door.

CHAPTER 10

Brynlee

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erves bundle in my belly as I look around the crowded auditorium. Our front-line staff, mid-level staff, managers, directors, and the entire executive team are gathered here except for one person. Ambrose should have been back in town by now. I’ve missed seeing him.

It’s been two and a half weeks since we had sex and two weeks since I last saw Ambrose in his office when he “left something” on my mind.

Gabriel is discussing a new rollout that the IT department will embark on in the new year. It will change how we do business in our accounting, marketing, and HR departments.

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