Page 64 of Boss with Benefits

She smiled triumphantly before popping her lips open and wrapping them around my dick. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out, my fingers tearing into the fabric on either side of my thighs, my eyes rolling back.

When did I become a schoolboy ready to explode the minute a girl touched me? No, not a girl. Rachel. Who I fucking loved. Who I’d imagined doing this to me not two or three times but dozens of times.

Her mouth was so warm, her lips firm around my base, her tongue sliding up my shaft as she expertly pumped me in and out of her mouth. My hands released the poor cushions and dug into the crown of her hair, gripping her scalp, careful not to squeeze her head too tight. Her tongue circled my tip, her hands manipulating my balls, and my hips jerked up.

“Oh, baby. It’s so good. You feel so fucking amazing.” Words tumbled out of my mouth. Nothing sufficient. Nothing that could ever describe the unbelievable pleasure she was giving me.

She wet her right palm and held my base, working in tandem with her mouth, sucking me as she rocked me into her warm cavern, as swirling pleasure shot up my base, ready to burst.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Oh God. Yes, Rachel. God, yes!” A guttural cry ripped out of me, my orgasm tearing me apart. Rachel kept pumping, kept sucking as I writhed and thrashed under her from the power of it. She kept up her beautiful assault until every last drop was out of me.

With a self-satisfied smile, Rachel released my spent cock, and looked at me through her long lashes. And, dammit, if I wasn’t completely undone by this woman before, I fucking was now.

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RACHEL

Istared at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, heart racing, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. I smiled. Adrenaline was still running through my veins. Adrenaline and something else. Something that made my stomach clench pleasurably and made me giddy.

Last night in the Uber, I'd heard Derrick. I'd been in and out of sleep, but I'd been lucid enough to hear when he whispered those three words.

I'd been up half the night with racing thoughts about those three words, and by morning I was a jumbled mess, unable to untangle my many emotions. I thought if I saw him today, I'd be able to sort through it all. To come to some sort of conclusion and move on. Instead, I saw him, and all I wanted was to touch him. There was no premeditation. Just desire.

I turned my head to look at Derrick through the open bathroom door. He'd yanked his pants up and sat staring at the floor, looking shell-shocked.

My smile dropped. He did not look like a man who was happy with his choices.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself, my stomach tightening with a hint of guilt. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. I'd texted Eva what he'd said last night and that I was coming to see him, and she'd warned me not to fuck with a man who was in love.

"That was... what was that?" he finally asked.

"It was a bit of fun," I quipped, washing my hands, trying to keep it light. Why did it have to be so heavy? Why did "I love you" have to mean so much? And suddenly, the truth crashed down on me.

I wasn’t ready for those words.

I rolled out on my skates, opened a cabinet in the kitchen, and took out a glass, pouring water in it. "You had fun, right?"

"Yeah, fun," he echoed.

I brought the glass to him, and he looked at it in his hand, then put it on the side table without drinking. I reached out to touch his arm, and immediately he pulled back.

"Why did—" He stopped, bristling. "Why did you do that?"

"Does there have to be a reason? We're adults. We can do what we want. Why does everything have to be analyzed?" I skated to one of the windows and looked out at the busy street below. "It was just... fun."

"You keep saying that," he said, his voice rising.

"You should be grateful. We solved your dick dilemma." It was meant to be a joke, but his entire demeanor darkened.

"Rachel, what the fuck?"

"Why are you being so weird?" I scoffed. Oh my god. I was being such a bitch right now. I knew it, but I couldn't stop it.

He stood up, fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not. I just thought... When I saw you downstairs, I thought you wanted—I thought..." He trailed off, and the pain in his voice hit me like a punch to the gut.

"Derrick—" I reached out to him, but he stepped back.

"No," he interrupted. "I can't do this. Not until you figure out what you want."

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