Page 56 of How to Marry the Boss

He chuckles. He must be realizing what I’m doing because then he slips a hand down my jeans and covers my clit.

I gasp and moan all at once from the contact. I melt into him.

“That’s my girl.”

I lean my head against the wall as he pleasures me with these small, slow, agonizing circles. Every time I get close to going over the edge, he pulls me back from the precipice.

“Please,” I beg him. What the hell has he done to me?

He smirks. “The more you struggle, the longer you’ll have to wait.”

I don’t know if this is pleasure or torture. I hate it, but I’m loving it. Whatever the case, my fantasies of this moment are nothing compared to the real thing.

I groan. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little bit. But I can tell you are, too. You’re so wet.” He pushes one finger inside me while his thumb continues to circle my bundle of nerves.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. I’m right there.” I immediately regret saying those words, because he ceases and pulls his hand free.

“Hey—”

He ends my protest with a kiss. I lean into it and feel him shifting, walking. And then I’m free-falling. I gasp until my back hits the mattress and I find myself looking at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“That’s my baby girl,” he praises.

I bite my lip. I think I’ve just realized I have a new kink. The more I’m with this man, the more I learn about myself. How does he do this? How does he drive me crazy yet soothe me all at once?

“Spread your legs,” he demands.

I must have found some kind of confidence I didn’t know I had. Or maybe I’m just that desperate. I say two words I’d never thought I’d say to a man, much less to Jake. Two words I know will add fuel to the fire we’re making. “Yes, Sir.”

In that moment, his hazel eyes blaze black. I don’t know whether to be terrified of what happens next or as turned on as I feel.

He climbs over me before devouring my lips in another kiss, this one thorough and scorching.

With my legs spread, I wrap them tightly around him, drowning in the sensations of his lips raking my neck.

I feel his hands underneath me, then my bra gives way. I watch him throw it across the room. My breasts are now on full display for him.

I try to cover them with my arms, but he pulls them apart, pinning them to my sides.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Mia. Never be ashamed of them.” He cups one in his hand before leaning in and sucking my nipple in his mouth. He gives the other the same treatment, pinching the first with his thumb and forefinger. The sweet sensation of pleasure and pain has me arching into his touch.

I grab at his shirt, riding it up his torso. I want his bare skin on mine.

He releases his hold on my nipples, kissing my lips again. “Not yet, baby girl. I want to look at every inch of you first.”

I shiver at his words. I feel something inside me drop to my core. I squirm from my newfound arousal. The thought of a man studying my naked body is a fantasy I’ve always had but never had the courage to try.

I move my hands to the button of my pants when Jake stops me, pinning my arms above my head. “Allow me.”

I nod, staying as perfectly still. My heart pounds so loud, I wonder if he can hear it, too.

He kisses down my jaw, licks each my nipples in turn, then drops down to my stomach, exploring my skin with sweet presses of his lips.

I watch him slowly unbutton my pants, slide them down my thighs, and yank them completely free. I’m left in nothing but my drenched pink underwear.

“All for me,” he growls before ripping the delicate scrap from my body and throwing the scraps to the floor with the rest of my clothes.

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