Page 112 of Forbidden Grumpy Boss

“Even when we were broken up?”

She scowls. “Even then! I hated how much I missed you!”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I stand, sweeping her into my arms, and she laughs, clinging to me as I carry her toward the cabin. Inside, the room’s bathed in warm, golden light, the bed made up of soft white linens that practically invite us in. I set her down, and she gives me a look that’s pure fire.

I take my time undressing her, savoring every inch of skin as it’s revealed until she’s down to a matching black lace set that takes my breath away. She gives me a coy smile, glancing up at me through her lashes.

“Are these new?” My eyes rake over the lingerie. I can feel myself hardening as she nods. “You look unbelievably hot in them.”

Her eyes flicker to mine. “Do you mean that?”

My voice drops to a murmur, rough with how much I want her. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve missed you,” I whisper, kissing the line of her jaw, feeling the way she shivers under my touch.

“I missed you too,” she breathes, her hands reaching up to slide over my shoulders, down my back, pulling me closer until there’s nothing between us but heat and need.

The room is awash in soft, silvery moonlight, streaming in through the wide cabin windows and casting a delicate glow across Leah’s bare shoulders. The subtle sway of the yacht isbarely noticeable, but it feels like even the water beneath us is holding its breath.

I’ve wanted this moment for so long that it’s a little dizzying to realize it’s finally here. She’s here, with me, looking at me with that unmistakable spark in her eyes.

“I thought I’d never experience this again.” I tongue her lower lip, and her fingernails dig into my skin. “I thought I fucked it all up.”

“Boy, am I glad you came to your senses.” She chuckles.

Her skin, warm and inviting, is smooth under my fingertips as I trace the curve of her shoulder. Her scent lingers in the air—something floral, heady, with the faintest hint of salt from the sea air outside, making me even more aware of how close we are. She tastes like the wine we shared at dinner, slightly sweet with a richness that lingers.

“Silas,” she whispers, her voice low and breathy. “I missed you,” she reaches down and slowly strokes my hard cock, “all of you.”

I run my hand along the curve of her hip, letting my thumb trail slowly over her skin.

“You have no idea what being away from you has done to me,” I murmur against her shoulder, my mouth grazing her softly. “Can’t stop thinking about you, about how good you feel,” I lick her collarbone and her fingers tighten around my cock, “how great you taste.”

Her skin is soft, impossibly so, and I can feel her pulse quicken beneath my mouth. I trail kisses down to the hollow of her throat, the rhythm of her breaths matching the movement of my mouth as I travel lower, taking my time.

This isn’t just about the physical; it’s about reuniting in every way possible.

She lets out a soft sigh, a sound that ignites every nerve in my body, and her fingers trail along my shoulders, urging me lower as she strokes my hardness. I kiss my way down her body, savoring her warmth, her scent—intoxicating mixed with the salt of the sea air.

The taste of wine lingers faintly on my tongue as I move down, leaving a path of kisses along her abdomen and her inner thigh until she’s trembling beneath me.

“Stop teasing me, Silas,” she chokes out the words, writhing on the bed.

“Tell me how much you want it,” I say, my breath warm against her skin. “How much you want to feel my tongue inside you.”

She arches her back, her breath catching, and her hands press against my shoulders. “Please, Silas,” she says softly, desire in her eyes. “I want to feel every inch of you. Don’t hold back.”

I meet her gaze, holding it as I kiss her again, lowering this time until my tongue covers her warm wetness, taking my time, savoring every reaction, every small gasp as I bring her closerto the edge. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she lets out a shuddering moan, her hips pressing up to meet me.

“God, Silas. Don’t stop,” she rasps. “Oh my God. This is so g-good. Fuck!”

I feel the tension building, her body trembling as I keep going—sucking and slurping like she’s all I need to survive, pushing her higher till my face is buried in her wetness.

“I’m gonna come. Oh, God, Silas, I’m so close. Just right there.”

I don’t change a thing, holding her legs in place as she grinds her wetness against my flattened tongue. I feel her tense up, and I know it’s gonna happen—any second now. She twitches and flails, groaning wildly.

There it is.

She finally comes undone, her back arches, her fingers gripping me, and the sound of her release fills the room, echoing in my ears. I stay there for a few seconds, letting her bask in the afterglow of her release.

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