Page 19 of Dear Grumpy Boss

The sweatshirt is off and her nipples—fuck her fat, juicy nipples—are peaked and hard.

Reaching around her waist, I find the zipper on the leather skirt and pull it down. The rustle of it is loud in the silence. The only other sounds are our harsh breaths and the pounding rain outside. The latter perfectly matches the beat of my heart as I push the skirt past her thick, shapely hips.

I step back for a better look.

Desire punches through me, a tattoo in my blood.

For just a second, her hands come together to cover her sex.

My exhale is so loud that she stills and looks up.

Our gazes hold for an eternity of long seconds and rough breaths stitched together. I don’t know what she sees in my eyes. Her hands are shaking, but they fall away to grip the counter behind her.

Holding my gaze, she moves her leg just a little until it’s at ninety degrees to the other foot. Her spine straightens, her chest heaves.

There’s a cluster of ceiling lights right above the sink and they’re all focused on her right now. To say my mind is blown would be an understatement.

Her skin is smooth and golden and her curves are…I have no words. Big tits, thick belly, a tight waist, and hips that I could grip as I pin her to the bed and pound into her. Thick, toned thighs that I want clamped around my head, nearly blacking me out, while I lap up her pussy.

Her panties are the same blush-pink lace as the bra and just as flimsy. My mouth waters as I see the shape of her folds through them and the little wet patch at the center.

Another B grade for my imagination because she’s beyond beautiful and so utterly fuckable. I’m going to glut myself on her.

“Zayn?”

I let my gaze drift over her tits and her belly before I meet her gaze. There’s worry there, but something more too.

“Fuck, Mouse.” I thrust my hand through my hair because I’m shaking with lust. I’m shaking with the need to mess up all of her and I’m not sure if I can hold back this…intensity. “Fuck! Look at you. All grown-up, huh?”

For all that there’s something tentative in her expression, she rolls her eyes. “I’ve beengrown-upfor a while now, Zayn. You’re the one who’s late to notice.”

Her sass makes my balls tighten up. “That’s what you think.”

“What?”

I shake my head, refusing to overwhelm her right now with hints of my obsession. For two seemingly intelligent people, our wires have been crossed for a while. And I lock up Adam’s name when it floats to my lips.

She doesn’t need to know that, once upon a time, I did worry about her brother’s reaction to my forbidden desire for her. But it had been only a spark and I hadn’t given it much thought.

Only nineteen and her first job and moving in with her grandparents to look after them…she had too many other focuses. But now, she’s ready for me and I refuse to settle for anything less than being the center of her world.

“So, you like my body?”

My head jerks up at her question. It skewers me for her hesitation and doubt, like a fist in my chest. The discomfort is painful enough that it reminds me why I don’t like feeling anything. Why I have only three people in my life.

And she’s one of them—has always been.

“Be a good girl and turn around for me, Mouse.”

Her chin lifts, and her eyes are shimmering with the need to please. She wants my approval… Fuck, does she know what a turn-on that is? “You want me to be a good girl for you?”

“Yes,” I say, licking my lip. “You’re my best friend’s baby sister. You’re shy, bookish, awkward and incredibly…good. And I…get to be the one who ruins all of that innocence, the one who makes you addicted to all the wicked, filthy things.”

“Wow! You have thought about this.”

I nod, loathe to betray more.

She dutifully turns around, muttering, “Okay. Here goes.”

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