Page 7 of Forbidden Grumpy Boss

“Can you feel me?” I grunt, my hand covering a breast. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Leah’s eyes fall close, and I take a nipple in my mouth and suck lightly. She gasps as she reaches inside my shorts, wrapping her lean finger around my throbbing length. I tongue her nipple, leaving trails of saliva on the pink flesh.

“I want you.” She grinds against me, her hand not leaving my cock. “I want you inside me, Silas.”

Leah pulls my shirt off and pushes herself off me. She shoves me down and holds my gaze as she trails kisses down to my chest, tonguing a nipple while she strokes me. My pulse hastens as I feel myself throb in her fingers.

She’s completely naked now, her pale flesh almost glowing in the fire’s yellow light. I sit up and spin her around. She whoops, and we laugh breathlessly as I’m suddenly on top of her.

“I’ve wanted this since I walked in on you last night.” Desire dances in her brown eyes.

I pull down my shorts, enough to free my throbbing member, and press myself against her. She pulls my face down to suck on my lips. I can feel her wetness against me—warm, wet, and welcoming. She reaches down and sets me at her entrance.

“Fill me up, Silas.”

I push into her just a little, and she gasps, her nails digging into my arms. “Oh my God.” Her eyes roll closed. She pushes against me, desperate to feel the rest of me inside her.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I growl. “I want to see you take it all.”

Her eyes fly open, wide and wild. I fill her up, and her walls tighten around me. She feels good. Fuck, she feelstoogood. I stay like that momentarily to let her get accustomed to me.

“Silas,” she whispers, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. “Fuck me.Please.”

I move inside her, slow at first, but soon hasten. Her breasts press against my chest as the sounds of our skins hitting fill the room. She starts moving with me, her hips rising to meet my thrusts.

I growl against her skin, my need for her overwhelming everything else. I should stop—this isn’t right. I’m using her to forget my pain. But I can’t stop. Not when she’s arching beneath me, her body, warm and pliant, aching for more.

“Oh my God, Silas.” Her hands are everywhere, gripping my back, my hair, pulling me closer, needing more of me, all of me.

“Silas,” she gasps, her voice breathless. “I’m close. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t—” her wetness tightens around me, “Fuck!”

I lift her legs but keep thrusting. Leah gasps like she didn’t expect it, but she welcomes it. She plants her hands on my chest, her eyes rolling into her head as her lips part in frenzied ecstasy.

“Come for me, Leah,” I grunt, feeling her tense up beneath me.

“Fuck! God! What are you doing to me? I’m about to—” The words die on her lips as her mouth remains open, a pained expression on her face.

I don’t stop.

“Look at me,” I rasp.

She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze as her body trembles as she falls over the edge. The look on her face sends me right after her, the release hitting me hard.

“Fuck!” I grunt, filling her up as she rides the waves of her orgasm.

When it's over, we're both panting, tangled in each other on the airbed, the fire still crackling in the background.

But then, guilt hits me like a freight train. I pull away, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. Leah curls into my side, her head resting on my chest, and I stay still, my mind racing.

What the hell have I done?

***

I didn’t sleep a wink.

I lie there in front of the dark fireplace. Sunlight is streaking through the window as dawn breaks. Leah is still sleeping beside me, her breathing soft and steady, her hand resting on my chest as if this is the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it is for her. But for me?

This is wrong. So wrong.

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