Page 19 of Filthy Rich Bosses

"My turn," she purrs, straddling my lap. Her skin glistens with sweat.

"Yes ma'am," I manage to reply, my voice husky.

She snatches up one of the condoms and rolls it onto me. I hiss at the contact, desperate for more. “Please, kitten.”

Tessa grins wickedly as she sinks down onto me. I groan at the exquisite sensation. She sets a torturously slow pace, rolling her hips languidly.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asks, nipping at my earlobe.

"God, yes," I pant. My hands roam her curves, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.

She quickens her movements, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I'm mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts, the flush creeping across her skin.

"You feel amazing," I tell her reverently.

Tessa hums in pleasure, throwing her head back. I lean forward to trail kisses along her neck, tasting salt on my tongue.

My mind is reeling. How did I get so lucky? This gorgeous, confident woman taking charge—it's like she stepped right out of my fantasies.

"Chase," she moans. "I'm close."

"Let go. I've got you."

I hold her tight as she comes undone, crying out my name. The sight of her in ecstasy pushes me over the edge, and I follow right after.

We collapse against each other, breathing heavily in the sweltering heat. I brush damp strands of hair from her face.

"You are something else," I murmur in awe.

Tessa gives me a satisfied smirk. "So I've been told."

"I can't believe you're real," I murmur, half to myself.

Tessa pauses, her hand resting on my hip. "What do you mean?"

I laugh softly, shaking my head. "You're like...every fantasy I've ever had come to life. Smart, funny, sexy as hell. And you can keep up with me, which is saying something."

She snorts, giving my ass a playful smack. "Keep up with you? I think I just left you in the dust, buddy."

"No arguments here," I grin, pushing back against her. "Feel free to leave me in the dust any time."

Her eyes search mine, a mix of desire and something softer I can't quite place. "You're pretty fantastic yourself, Chase," she says quietly. "Don't sell yourself short."

For a moment, I'm speechless. It's not often that someone sees past my carefree exterior. I swallow hard, oddly touched by her words.

"Thanks, kitten," I manage, my voice rougher than I intended. "Now, where were we?"

Her answering smile is wicked. "Oh, I think I remember," she purrs, leaning in close. "Something about having my way with you? I don’t think I’m finished yet."

As she captures my lips in a searing kiss, I can't help but think that I might be in over my head with this one. And for once in my life, I'm absolutely okay with that.

Chapter 9

Grayson

Ipush open the heavy oak door to my home, Juniper trailing behind me with her ever-present tablet. The familiar scent of leather and wood polish greets me, a comforting constant in my life.

"And don't forget to reschedule the meeting with the board for next Tuesday," I say, running through my mental checklist. "We need to have those quarterly reports finalized before—"

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