Page 42 of Forbidden Grumpy Boss

I know I should say no, should stop this, but my body doesn’t agree.

His bedroom door kicks open, and before I can even process the fact that we’ve made it here, he’s tossing me onto the bed. I land with a soft bounce, my breath catching as I stare up at him, standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless now, and staring down at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.

It’s heady. Dangerous.

His bedroom is exactly what I’d expect—sleek, modern, cold. Like the version of Silas that I thought I knew. There’s no warmth, no softness. Just sharp edges and expensive furniture. The bed is king-sized, covered in crisp white sheets that I’m about to ruin.

I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands are on me again, pulling my dress over my head and unhooking my bra like he’s been doing this his whole life.

The cool air hits my skin as my breasts fall out, making my nipples harden. His eyes darken even more as he watches. I can see the desire in his eyes, and I can feel the increasing wetness between my legs.

“You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” His voice is dark and teasing, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as he takes me in.

I swallow hard, heat pooling between my thighs. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” He arches a brow, fingers trailing down my neck and my chest, until they reach the waistband of my panties. “Liar.”

My heart skips a beat as he runs a finger through my panties’ waistband without removing it, his mouth following the trail his hands made on my body. There’s no pretense, no hesitation. He’s devouring me, and God, it feels so good.

“Your scent is intoxicating,” he murmurs against my skin.

I should feel guilty. And Idofeel guilty, but it’s drowned out by the throbbing desire taking over my brain. I’m letting this happen because I want to. And that’s the most dangerous part of it all.

“Leah.” His voice is hoarse as he pulls away, breathless, his eyes locked on mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

I want to ask himwhy now?Why, after all this time, after everything, is this the moment we’re doing this? But the words die on my tongue when he leans in again, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that’s even rougher than before, and I forget how to think altogether.

There’s something intoxicating about this. The power he has, the way he makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters right now. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, his lips tracing a path down my neck and my chest, until they reach the waistband of my panties like the last time.

“Just take it off,” I rasp, almost pleading. “Just rip it off and let me feel your finger inside me.”

“Tell me how much you want it.” His throaty voice isn’t doing my moist depths any favors.

My butt lifts off the bed slightly. “I can’t think of anything else, Silas.”

His fingers slip under my panties, teasing me, sliding through my wetness, and I gasp at the sheer electricity of his touch.

And then, with one swift movement, my panties were gone.

His hand slides between my legs, and I gasp, back arching, grabbing onto him like I might float away if I don’t hold on tight enough.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he murmurs against my skin, his fingers circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Shut up.” I try to sound tough, but it comes out breathless, and the smirk that crosses his face tells me he knows exactly how much control he has over me right now.

Silas keeps circling my clit with a taut finger. Waves of pleasure flood through me. My eyes squeeze shut like I can’t bear to keep them open, and my legs quake from his touch. He traces a finger along my entrance, and I grind against it, almost impaling myself on his finger.

“Open your eyes, Leah,” he instructs, and I follow his order obediently.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice dropping low.

He doesn’t respond; he just drops his pants in one swift motion. His pants hit the floor, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs, and the sight of the thick bulge straining against the fabric makes me bite my lip.

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t string words together.” His eyes gleam with such desire that I feel a tremble pass through me. “I'm so hard it’s starting to hurt,” he says, pulling his briefs off. “You see what you do to me?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes taking in every inch of him.

I’d forgotten howbighe was. And for a moment, I wonder if this was a mistake.

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