Page 534 of Savage Bosses

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I drop my hand to squeeze her bare ass through her dress. My eyes flutter close at the soft jiggle that awaits me.

“Fuck, Bryn.”

“You’ve been promising, but you haven’t come through since the night at the club,” she challenges.

“Is that sass I hear in your voice, darlin’?”

“It’s calling you on your bullshit. You do a wonderful job of turning a woman on, but there seems to be no follow-through.”

“Go to your office and wait for me,” I grunt through clenched teeth.

“See, that’s what I mean—”

“To your office now!” I bark, extending a hand toward the door.

It’s the commands and the punishment that turn my girl on. She thinks that I don’t see it, but I do. God, I badly want to be inside her, but there will be no regrets from her this time. In usual defiant Brynlee fashion, she storms from the conference room, closing the door hard and firm.

I check and return a few emails before I close my laptop and gather my things. When I leave the conference room, Lauren’s biting back a smirk.

“What?” I bark.

“Nothing, sir,” she says, busying herself with random papers on her desk.

I march down the hall past Sandra’s desk and thank God she left early for the day for a doctor’s appointment. I can’t wait another minute to get to Brynlee.

Turning the doorknob, I scowl when she jumps in her seat at the sight of me.

“What’re you doing?” I ask as she quickly shuts her computer down.

“Nothing,” she says, her chest heaving.

“Unzip me,” I order.

I watch her hips switch as she slowly walks to me. From the moment she touches my zipper until she has my dick in her hands, we never break eye contact.

“You don’t know what to do with that.”

“Oh, but I do,” she purrs.

“I want you on your knees on the floor.”

Licking her lips, she obeys my command still holding my dick in her hands like a prized possession. The time between her kneeling and putting her hot mouth on my cock might have been seconds, but the wait feels interminable.

I damn near cum in her mouth as my hands grip her hair in its slicked-back knot. She slants a mean side-eye my way, and I glare back, refusing to let go of her head. Sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, Brynlee hums and I get lost in the ecstasy that is her mouth. Before I know it, I release her hair from its knot, and it falls like a curtain enveloping my fingers and resting on her shoulders.

When she looks up at me with those spicy brown, doe eyes, it’s almost my undoing, but I hold out long enough to pull her up and carry her to my desk. Knocking papers and a cup off, I set her on the desk, spread her legs wide and feast on her.

Brynlee’s fingers grip the edge of the desk, and she shoves her pussy in my face, mewling the entire time. I hope no one comes to the door because I can’t stop. I’m like a madman set loose and out of control.

Bryn is a stubborn little shit. I’ve told her I don’t want her fucking with anyone, including flirting.

I hear the tinkle of her laughter, and my mood grows sourer as I look around the nightclub.

I glance to the dance floor and spot her dancing with Rob from the Building Group. She tosses her head back laughing. She’s wearing a short, sequined, long-sleeved dress that, while elegant, is also sexy as hell. The surplice neckline dips dangerously low, showing off too much cleavage, in my opinion.

“About the audit,” Marco says.

Nodding, I turn my gaze away from the dance floor. Putting the long neck to my lips, I take a swig of my beer. “Yeah?”

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