Page 34 of Dear Grumpy Boss

Amber eyes hold mine and slowly, he leans forward and digs his teeth into my plump ass cheek.

The bite is sharp enough that I flinch. Only it brings keener awareness to the throbbing pulse between my legs. The sight of him like this, fingers clutching my thighs and face pressed into my ass…my filthiest daydream didn’t conjure this.

His gaze sweeps over my body in the bright lights, the irises shining with pleasure. “What a bountiful body you have, Mouse.” Hands on my hips, he turns me and presses soft kisses over the curve of my belly.

His fingers trail up and down my folds, with a few detours to my clit, drawing out fresh slick from me. I shiver and grip the marble counter.

“Poor baby girl. Look how puffed up and swollen this pussy looks,” he says.

His thick, coarse hair tickles my inner thigh and it’s another new sensation to take in.

I barely process it when I feel his warm breaths over those puffy folds. His muscled shoulders wedge between my thighs, nearly knocking me off my feet.

But he doesn’t let me fall.

My eyes roll back in my head when he gives a tentative lick over my slit and up toward my clit. “Tart honey…I’m already addicted to this taste, Mouse. How will I find it if you leave me?”

Fingers gripping his hair, I widen my stance. The last thing I want to think of now is tomorrow or the future.

“Zayn…Zayn…” I whimper.

His laughter vibrates through my folds, adding another layer to my arousal. This time, he gets me to the edge with soft, patient, infinite flicks of his tongue. His fingertips do some kind of feral tap dance over my clit. It’s a slow, sweet climb to the peak, but when the orgasm comes for me, it wrenches me apart into so many shards. I shiver and shake violently.

My knees buckle but before I fold onto the floor, he catches me, picks me up and brings me back to the bed.

I sigh as he turns me to my side and pulls the duvet over us.

He made sure to feed me every morsel of the sweet and savory treats from the plate before he pulled me into the shower. My belly is full, and my body is humming with a sweet buzz. And my heart expands to one hundred times its size. The love I feel for him vibrates through every cell in me and I wish this night never would never end.

His chest is still damp. He tugs me close, one forearm planted under my tits, and I can hear his heart’s thundering beat against my back.

I’m grateful he didn’t turn the lights back on. The darkness is my friend as hot tears fill my eyes. I rub my palm over his hair-roughened forearm as his fingers draw loops and swirls over my hip and thigh.

“Zayn?”

“Yes, Mouse?”

“Thank you for…everything.” My voice wobbles and I draw in a deep breath to steady it. The last thing I want is to cling to him or cry all over him. Zayn might be attached to me in some roundabout, twisted way that I don’t understand yet but he’s even more allergic to any kind of emotional drama. He’s had enough to live through in his childhood and teen years with his bullying father. “I’ll never forget this night.”

His laugh as he trails his mouth down my back is gruff and a little…scornful. I frown and try to turn but he keeps me locked against him by throwing a leg over mine.

“Who said it’s over yet, Mouse? I’ll let you know when your gratitude is due.”

Now I know he’s not just angry but fuming.

“Zayn, why are—”

“Enough talking, Mouse. I think I’ve indulged you enough.”

Affection spurts in my chest like warm honey. “You did. More than I ever expected.”

“So, now it’s time for you to shut up and let me sleep.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I say, stifling my disappointment. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t done with me? “Goodnight, Zayn.”

His fingers drift aimlessly over my belly and under my breasts, squeezing and pinching and stroking. I sense the restlessness in him before he says, “I’m too wired to fall asleep, Mouse.”

I squirm, wanting to spring into action but he doesn’t let me even budge. “I have a bottle of the OTC sleep pills you take in my bag. Let me just—”

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