Page 63 of Boss with Benefits

“It’s cute,” she said, twirling in the middle of the room. “Generic but lots of potential.”

I leaned against the doorframe watching her. On the surface, she seemed like her old bubbly self. But there was a frenetic energy underneath it. She plopped down on the cream sofa I helped move in last weekend and patted the space next to her. “Sit.”

I did, and she immediately leaned into me, her head on my shoulder. Her sudden affection caught me off guard. “Thanks for all you’ve done for me, Derrick,” she whispered.

“Rachel...” I started, but any thought after her name fell off my tongue. Her hand was on my thigh, gently rubbing her thumb over the fabric of my slacks.

“Can you look at this for me? I think it’s getting worse.” She threw her leg over my thighs and hitched her hip up, showing her bruised thigh to me, and I swallowed, trying to focus on the bruise and not the expanse of skin she was showing, or her other hand still on my thigh, digging in as she balanced herself.

I touched the bruise gently. “It looks okay. Just keep an eye on it.”

“Thanks, Doc,” she teased, and kissed me quickly on the lips, then snuggled back into my side. Her head was tilted in such a way that her mouth was practically touching my neck right near the main vein, her moist breath warm on my skin. A rush of blood filled my cock. How could it not? Rachel had practically koala-wrapped herself around me. Was she oblivious to the madness she was causing in me? My body was on fire from having so many parts of her touch me, and her hand was so fucking close to my cock.

“Rachel—” I said, but she silenced me by pressing her mouth to mine.

All reason flew out of my head. Her lips were everything—soft and hard all at once as she nipped and nibbled, her tongue sliding across my bottom lip. A soft moan purred from her throat, and I was a goner. My hands wrapped around her waist and I lifted her up, settling her on top of me, her legs straddling me, her skates still on, and there was something so sexy about that.

God, this girl could do anything to me right then and I’d let her. Her tongue nudged my lips, and I opened them, ravenous to taste her. Her hands circled the back of my neck, and she dug her fingers into my hair. I moaned as she ground her hips against my cock, and my palms cupped her ass, squeezing her tighter against me.

Rachel’s hands were everywhere, shoved under my shirt, rubbing up my abs and over my chest and then down again, reaching between us, landing on my cock under my pants.

“I want you, Derrick,” Rachel murmured against my lips. “So bad.”

I grabbed her, kissing her harder. She moaned, squeezing me with her thighs, rocking her hips as her panty-clad pussy rubbed my rock-hard dick.

Every touch, every kiss ignited a fire I couldn’t extinguish. We fell sideways onto the sofa, a tangle of limbs and urgent need. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop.

“Rachel,” I murmured against her skin, my hands exploring, my heart pounding, forgetting everything I’d been trying to resist. I couldn’t imagine ever letting her go.

My hands reached up her shirt, cupping her breasts, my thumbs rubbing over her pebbled nipples. She arched beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please, Derrick.”

I didn’t. I couldn’t. All the walls I’d built, all the reasons why this was a bad idea, crumbled to dust. All that was left was us, here and now, in this apartment above my family’s deli.

“I want to taste you,” she said, sliding down my body until her face was above my crotch. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. You’re so good to me. You take care of me. I want to take care of you.”

Her gaze scraped up my body, heat in her eyes. It was a question, waiting for permission. I gave the slightest nod, and in a flash she popped open the button of my pants, slid the zipper down, and tugged my pants and boxers down my legs. The warm air hit my cock and she pulled back, her eyes widening into saucers.

“Oh my God, Derrick,” Rachel said, alarmed. “I don’t know if I can fit that monster in my mouth.” I choked on a response. “I could tell it was big, but this is next level, dude.”

It wasn’t the first time a woman had mentioned this, but I’d never had someone speak so candidly about my cock. I squirmed, uncomfortable by her rapt attention. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna try my best, Boss.”

I stiffened, a moment of uncertainty racing up my spine. “Rachel…”

Her hands gripped my thighs, and she leaned over my cock, her breath hot on my shaft, and I shut up.

She licked her lips but didn’t take me in her mouth, and it was driving me mad. Instead she smiled coyly and asked, “How many times have you touched yourself and thought of me?”

“What?” I panted, my heart thunderous in my chest, my cock aching for her to open that mouth and take me between her perfect lips.

“How many?” Rachel’s mouth brushed my shaft, teasing, each word tickling my skin.

My brain was short-circuiting. It was near impossible to form a coherent thought, to break through my lust to answer her.

“I…I don’t know.” My fingers dug into the sofa cushions, my breathing labored, desperate for her to continue.

She leaned back, an inch away from my throbbing cock. “Not good enough.”

“Two. Maybe three times,” I rushed out.

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