Page 40 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

Come here and let me show you.

Oh, God, I feel his words right in my core. The trickle of moisture between my folds as I straddle his lap is unmistakable. It makes me glad I’m still dressed so he can’t see what he’s done to me with just a few words. I’m sure it’s not normal.

His hands are on me instantly, sliding up over my hips, drawing me closer than I dared to go on my own. Close enough that the bulge between his thighs presses against my pussy.

My mouth drops open. My eyes flutter closed as my hips rock all on their own, grinding my pussy against his erection.

Ronan lets out a long low groan. Then his hands clamp around my waist, stilling me. “None of that. This is about you finding out exactly what your body can do, Justine. Finding out exactly what someone with any sense would want to do with it.”

He lifts my t-shirt over my head and instinctively I raise my arms so he can pull it off. Finally, I’m only in my bra and leggings, my nipples are budded into tight peaks, pressing against the fabric begging for his touch.

Apparently, they’re begging loudly because, in the next second, Ronan pulls aside the cups and my breasts spill out into his hands. Then his impossibly long tongue is on me, curling around my nipple, while his hand is working the other breast.

I writhe in his lap, unable to keep still.

God, he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, but I feel ready to combust.

He keeps going. Well beyond the point where I’d have been glad if he pushed me back onto the bed and simply sank his cock into me.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, that nasty little nagging voice warns me this is a very bad idea. He’s my boss. He said no touching. He seemed really, really firm about that.

I shove that voice right back where she came from.

Not hard to do when Ronan’s tongue and mouth and lips are sending me to another plane of existence. Finally, he reaches around my body and unfastens the bra. My aching nipples, damp with his saliva, throb in the cool air of the room while the rest of my body is on fire.

His thick fingers spear through my hair and pull my head firmly back and to the side, exposing my neck. Agile lips nuzzle beneath my ear for a moment. My pussy clenches.

“Did you like my mouth on your tits, Justine?”

I whimper.

“I think you did. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me you like my mouth on your breasts.”

“I-I liked it.”

He chuckles softly. “You can do better than that.”

My cheeks are hot with embarrassment, but my pussy aches with the need to keep going. Where has this Ronan come from? This sensual, dirty talker must have been hidden beneath the surface all along. No wonder he’s so grumpy. If he’s hiding this side of himself that’s got to take a lot of effort.

He’s still waiting for my response.

I clear my throat. “I liked your mouth on my breasts.” It sounds so brazen to say it, but I did. I loved it. I want more.

“Good girl. Now where else would you like me to touch, hmm?”

I inhale sharply when his hands cup my ass.

“This spankable ass?”

Then he curls his fingers all the way under me and I feel the firm press against my pussy. “Or this pretty pussy? Choose.”

“My pussy,” I whisper.

Ronan laughs again. The sound is deep and gruff. It only makes him that much hotter.

“Pants off, unless you’d like me to tear them off.”

I try to stand, but my ankle is too sore. My wince is all it takes. Ronan grabs me by the waist and tosses me back onto the bed.

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