Page 10 of My Bossy Valentine

Chris only asked for another kiss. Just a single one more. So, why are we currently fisting each other’s clothing, pulling and tugging like we plan on doing more?

“S-Sir.” My voice betrays me as I feel his teeth against my throat. The way he vibrates in response makes my panties damp. Was that agrowl? I’ve never seen my boss come undone like this, but the moment we’re hidden away from the party, he seems like he’s a dehydrated man who has found his first drop of water in ages.

“We have to be quiet.” Reminding me of such an important fact, he makes it impossible when he cradles my thigh, lifting my leg so he can take another step toward me. Even thoughwe’re pressed together in a cramped space, he tries to get closer. Closer. Like even one inch of space is too much.

He tells me that, but even the smallest shift of our bodies grinding against each other, is far too much for me to handle. I have to sink my teeth in my bottom lip to contain my groan.

It’s almost laughable how little control we have over this moment. One kiss was all it took to make us snap.

I never would’ve imagined Chris wanting me, not like this. He always kept his distance at the office, never looked my way when it was just the two of us. Unless… What if I had simply never noticed?

The way his cock is currently digging into my inner thigh, I’m starting to believe that just may be the case. Only a man who is starving can be this intense, this willing to do something so wild.

“You’re going to be the reason behind my downfall, Willow.” Groaning my name like it hurts him to say out loud, he shakes his head. “Fuck, all this time, I’ve tried my hardest to pretend that you aren’t the one thing I desperately want.”

My heart picks up speed at his words. Not expecting a confession out of this, I moan when his other hand joins the first. Aiming straight for my underwear, a pair I can’t even remember are sexy or not, he presses the pad of his thumb against the one spot most sensitive. As we both discover how slick the fabric is, he curses again under his breath.

The last time I saw him this frustrated, we’d lost a big client because one of our competitors stole him away. He looked like he wanted to fire an entire floor’s worth of employees. I can only imagine how he’ll react if he doesn’t consume me completely.

Hoping to silence me even more, I drag him back to my mouth as I feel his thumb move. Teasing me through my underwear, I’m staining his mouth with my lipstick, his jaw too. Neither of us can stop, desperation sinking its claws deep inside.

As his tongue slides against mine, he swallows down every noise that tries to escape.

As if he can feel my orgasm approaching, he pulls his hand away before I can find my relief. Leaving my body aching and twitching, he pulls away long enough to jerk at his belt. It’s a sight to see this man lose his composure. To see him so desperately to free his straining erection, it’s like seeing the eighth wonder of the world. I hardly understand how it’s possible. It’s just me, after all.

While he works on freeing himself, I’m clutching the hem of my dress in a tight fist.

“Is this really happening?” The question slips out softer than a whisper. “Please tell me I’m not just imagining all of this.”

Finally, he manages to shove his pants open. Breath harsh, he lifts his gaze. “It better be. I don’t think I can go another day without calling you mine.”

I sputter a laugh. Rather than being filled with humor, it’s more of embarrassment. “Can you say that again?”

He cracks a smile. “I’ll say it every day from this point forward if that’s what it takes to make it true. You’re mine, Willow. You always have been from the moment you stepped into my office. From the time you stumbled on those heels, making it obvious you hadn’t worn a pair in your life. From the time you stumbled on saying your very name when shaking my hand during the interview. So nervous, and you didn’t know you had the job the moment I looked at you.”

That was so long ago. If he’s been harboring the same feelings as I have, then I feel silly for not doing this sooner.

With his cock now free, swollen and glistening, he turns to me in all of two steps. Leaning against me, he nudges my feet further apart.

“Will you let me inside?” He’s panting, sounding the most desperate I’ve ever heard. Like he’ll crack at his core if I deny him.

As if that’s even a question. I’ve spent too much fantasizing about him doing these things to me to even consider telling him no. However, I need to make one thing clear.

“Chris.” Squirming against him, I struggle to think when he’s gliding his glistening tip against my slit. “I’m not the kind of woman to just hook up with people. I’m needy, and demanding. I’m going to want more.”

All truths. Working alongside him, I’m going to want to jump his bones whenever we’re alone in his office. Funny enough, that is basically all the time. He has to see how problematic this is.

I swear his dark eyes grow pitch black. “I know, Willow.” He nudges my clit and groans softly. “Whatever you need, I’ll give it to you, understand? If you want something, just say the word. My heart? It’s always been yours. My body? Without question, yours. I’d give you my life, if it made you happy.”

His confession makes my body tremble. A part of me wants to get it in writing so I can look at it all day. As silly as it sounds, Chris doesn’t understand to what extent of my love for him. He doesn’t understand that I’m never going to want to let him go. I need him to meet me halfway here and match my energy.

Finally, I nod at his question. “Please, I need you.” We’ve already gone this far. There’s no going back.

Pushing his way in, we hardly take enough time to relish in how it feels to be filled. Instead, he sets a steady pace. The floor creaks beneath us, and the wall at our back supports every jerk of his hips. Once he’s inside, he reaches down and lifts me in the air. Giving me no choice but to cling onto him to avoid falling, he hits nerves my fingers can’t dare to reach.

Losing ourselves to the start of impossible pleasures, he curses under his breath.

“I’m going to give you what you always wanted.” Groaning against my temple, his thrusts slow but grow deeper. Remembering our conversation from the night before, he clicks his tongue. “I’m going to give you that baby, Willow. Fuck, I won’t stop at one. I want at least three.”

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