Page 30 of Second Chances with my Billionaire Bosses

“Rhett!”

Like he could sense what I was doing, he wrapped his arms around my back and tugged me down. Once I was fully splayed out on top of him, he grunted and kissed the top of my head.

“That’s more like it.”

I chose to ignore the pulsing need exploding between my thighs and focused on not crushing him.

“Rhett, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

His eyes popped open and squinted against the sun. He scowled at me even as his hands settled on my hips and held me firmly against him.

“How the fuck are you going to hurt me?”

I swallowed, suddenly very nervous. I was straddling him in a bed and I could feel him harden against my core in a way that felt both terribly taboo and terrifically erotic. It all felt like a prelude to something bigger.

“Fuck this.” Rhett moved so fast I barely had time to panic before I was spread out beneath him, the blanket that had separated us tossed to the floor. He settled his weight between my thighs and tangled his hand in my hair.

“You don’t get how beautiful you are, do you? Not just beautiful, though. You’re painfully sexy, Maxie. Ten years ago, I kept it in my pants because you were too young for us. You’re not too young for us anymore. You’re making it very hard for me to play nice and keep my dick in my pants. Especially when all I want to do is spread you out and lick you from head to toe.”

He was very hard between my thighs and pressing against me in just the right way to make my toes curl. My arms were limp against the bed over my head but I couldn’tnottouch him. I slowly brought my hands to his shoulders and ran my fingers over them. I heard his soft intake of breath and looked up at him, intrigued by just how wide his pupils had gone.

“You want to touch me, sweetheart?” He waited until I nodded to roll us over so I was on top again. “Then touch me. I’m yours, Max.”

I sat up and stared down at him, amazed by the man beneath me. He had no idea how intoxicating his words were; he couldn’t. I’d dreamed about him being mine for too long, even when I hated myself for it. I knew he wasn’t, not really, but that didn’t stop me from touching him like he was.

I started by slowly running my fingertips over the designs of his tattoos. When one of the lines took my finger past his nipple, I heard the way his breathing changed and moved back, wanting that sound again. Stroking my finger around his nipple and then over it, I glanced up at his face and saw his jaw was tight and his eyes were squeezed shut.

“I’m sorry. I… Does it hurt?”

He grabbed my hand when I tried to pull away.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

It seemed like he was in pain but I selfishly didn’t want to stop touching him. I moved to his other nipple and gasped when he rocked his hips, nudging his hardness against the bundle of nerves that seemed to be driving me that morning. I liked that feeling. A lot. I rocked my hips forward and back again, chasing it.

“Don’t stop, Maxie.” His voice was strained as his hands landed on my hips and squeezed. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I changed my movements so I was rolling my hips over him and I pressed my flattened hands against his chest hard as Ifound the spot he’d teased again and again. Shivers went up and down my spine as I tipped my head back. The feeling was bigger than anything I’d ever felt before. I’d secretly touched myself a few times but it’d never felt like how I felt right then, like I was flying across open land on the back of Bob, the silence in my brain only outdone by the happiness and sunshine filling me from the inside out. Riding Bob was cathartic and freeing. Riding Rhett, and I accepted that that was exactly what I was doing, was wild but I felt more secure than I’d ever felt with his hands grasping my hips so tight.

“Fuck, Maxie.” Rhett reached up and grabbed my hair, using his grip to pull me down so our foreheads were pressed together. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“I don’t think—”

“It’s not up for debate, baby. Come on me.” His growl of a command and the way his normally bright blue eyes were practically black made me feel like I was on top of a beast barely hanging onto its grip on humanity. It should’ve scared me. It didn’t.

I sucked in a sharp breath and held it as the wildness inside me grew larger, strangling out everything that wasn’t pleasure. It consumed me little by little until I felt the first twitch of an orgasm tighten my muscles. It was wrong. It was bad, what I was doing. I needed to stop. The quiet voices were no match for the loud moan that escaped my lips and filled the room. I gripped handfuls of the bedding under us as my body went stiff and then melted all in the same second.

“Fuck!” Rhett bucked against me as the muscles in his neck pulled tight. His grip on my hip was bruising but I didn’t care. Everything felt too big, toogoodto think of bruises or other consequences. My world had narrowed to just him and the way he’d made me feel.

My body turned to goo as the pleasure turned from a scream to a whisper and I collapsed on top of Rhett, unable to move even if he’d shouted that I was crushing him. It was impossible when my bones had melted.

Rhett panted under me as his pained expression turned into one of bliss. His big body went soft under me, everywhere but where I’d just ridden him. That part was still very much hard.

“I’m gonna marry you one day, sweetheart. You know that right? You just made me come in my fucking pants like a boy and the only way I’m going to get past that is if we go ahead and commit to forever.”

My heart pounded even harder.

“Shut up.”

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