Page 39 of The Boss

I wrapped my arms around his neck once again, tangling my fingers in his thick locks as the heat of his body rolled through me like an eruption of lava. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only feeling, my need, my unbridled desire.

He rolled his hands down my back, taking his time to squeeze and caress. I was tingling so hard I couldn’t feel my feet any longer. When he swept his arms under my bottom, lifting me off the floor, I moaned into the kiss. To feel this close while knowing it was so wrong made the very taste of him that much sweeter.

I wasn’t prepared for the swell of emotions or the hard-hitting yearning that refused to be denied. With no understanding of why I was allowing them to happen, I simply let go. His tongue dominated mine, taking me to new and exquisite heights of pleasure. His lips were so soft, but the kiss so rough that my breath was stolen.

How could anything so wrong be so right?

When he finally broke the moment of intense intimacy, he backed away by a few inches and I thought for certain he was going to drive me away. What if he banished me to my room?What then? Instead of doing something so drastic, he did just the opposite, yanking off my shirt, tossing it aside as unwanted.

Certainly unneeded.

As I gazed on his rugged face, I accepted how much I wanted him.

And needed him.

His mouth kissing mine.

His fingers caressing my skin.

His cock buried deep inside.

With his eyes more hooded than I’d ever witnessed, he cupped both breasts, gently rolling his thumbs over my nipples. They ached even more, both so hard I couldn’t help the whimper escaping my mouth.

Even for just a little while, I no longer felt like a victim or the little girl he’d known so long ago. I felt like a woman, the age difference not bothering me in the least.

With silent yet strong conviction in his eyes, he lowered his head, darting his tongue around one hardened bud then the other. My body was swaying and I knew I’d slump to the floor if he didn’t have a firm hold.

He was wearing too many clothes, but at least I was allowed to slide my fingers under his short sleeves, feeling his rippling muscles. Not satisfied with the limited touch, I jerked on his shirt, managing to ease my hands underneath. I was struck by how hot his skin had become, my fingertips already burning.

The way he touched me was a drastic change to his barking commands. So tender. So loving. He pulled one nipple into hismouth, sucking while his tongue swirled. I threw my head back, so lightheaded I couldn’t see anything clearly.

As he rubbed his lips toward my other breast, I kneaded his muscles, eager to see him without his clothes. He was built like no other man I’d ever seen let alone touched. I longed to take hours exploring his body, but that wasn’t going to happen tonight. On this bitter and damning night, the hunger was too significant.

He suckled my other nipple, biting down until I cried out in shock. The moment he finally lifted his head, he emitted a deep growl. The sound was nothing but another indication of his need to devour me.

“I omorfiá sou aparámilli,” he whispered, easing me down to my feet as he did.

“What did you say?”

“That your beauty was unequaled. You are gorgeous. And you are my greatest sin.”

He cupped my face, pulling me closer, his hold firm and possessive. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, gently at first then with more pressure, increasing the air of possessiveness. I opened my mouth, waiting until he shoved his thumb inside, sucking on the thick digit as I refused to take my eyes off him.

His entire body tensed and I sensed he was lost in a delicate moment of concentration. Yes, what we were doing was a sin to God and maybe to all that I knew. What did it matter any longer? We were together in our need, every sound made one of passion, the taste of the forbidden all that was on our minds.

Or perhaps he had something else on his. He allowed me to continue sucking his finger while his eyes glazed over. I licked his thumb, twisting my head back and forth until I sensed he couldn’t take it any longer.

His actions turned even rougher and he ripped at my pants, pushing them all the way to the colorful tile. My lightheadedness remained, the effect dragging me into my own personal storm. The way he lifted me in his arms, kicking my pants away, pulled another moan from my throat.

He stepped back away from me and gazed all the way down the length of my body, stopping briefly at the sight of my smooth pussy. His nostrils flared and suddenly, I was in his arms. He didn’t have to carry me far, placing me tenderly on the end of the counter. As he eased me down, a possessive smile crossed his face.

At least for tonight I belonged to him.

He shifted between my legs, bending over so he could place kisses under my breasts. Moving ever so slowly, he drifted down to my stomach, even rolling the tip of his tongue around my bellybutton. The way he darted his tongue across my heated skin was already driving me crazy and he’d just begun his moment of exploration.

I longed to touch him, to wrap my hand around his cock, but he wasn’t ready to allow me to take any concept of control. The moment he started to lower his head, a wave of embarrassment rose to the surface.

What if someone walked in?

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