Page 66 of Saved By the Boss

“Take mine,” I offer, sliding my glass toward her.

She hesitates for a moment, then takes it, her fingers brushing against mine briefly as she lifts it. Instead of drinking from it right away, she leans forward slightly, her eyes meeting mine.

“You sure?” she asks hesitantly, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice feeling strained and tight. “I’m sure.”

She takes it and throws it back, her gaze never leaving mine, and I swear the air in the room shifts. The space between us feels smaller somehow, the warmth from the fire wrapping around us like a cocoon. She sets the glass down, her fingers lingering on the rim, and for a moment, neither of us moves.

Then, without thinking, I lean forward, closing the distance between us.

The kiss is slow at first, tentative, like we’re both testing the waters. Her lips are soft and warm, and the faint taste of whiskey lingers on them. I feel her hesitate for half a second, and then she’s kissing me back, her hand sliding up to rest lightly against my chest.

It’s been years since I’ve let myself get this close to anyone, and the intensity of it takes me by surprise. There’s a hunger in the way she kisses me, a desperation that mirrors my own, and for a moment, the rest of the world falls away. The storm, the pain in my ankle, the weight of the past. It all fades into the background, leaving only her.

When we finally pull apart, we’re both breathless, our foreheads almost touching. Her eyes search mine, and for the first time all night, she looks unsure of herself.

“Declan,” she gasps, nearly a moan, sending sensuous vibrations straight to my dick.

“Stop me if you don’t want this,” I breathe huskily.

Her hand starts a lazy trail up my chest, ghosting over my neck, tangling through my hair. Our breath becomes one as I pull her closer to me, until she’s nearly in my lap. I don’t notice any pain, any guilt, or anything at all that isn’t her skin pressed against mine. My hands move to the space on her waist where her t-shirt has ridden up. I stroke the warm skin there, causing her to hiss in pleasure.

I slide her shirt up her stomach, pulling away slightly to ask her silent permission. She nods, reaching her own hands down to pull it off completely, throwing it down somewhere on the floor.

Her chest is as flushed as her face, her breasts heaving in just her thin sports bra, and I can see the evidence of her desire peeking out through the thin fabric.

“Maybe we should move this to somewhere more comfortable,” I whisper, kissing her chastely as she nods her agreement.

13

Jade

We stumble awkwardly together toward my couch, me supporting Declan’s weight as best I can. It’s not the sexiest way to stumble into bed together, he’s clearly still in some amount of pain, but he doesn’t complain. He keeps his hands planted firmly on my bare waist, his lips moving against mine as I back toward the living room, guiding him with me.

The couch is somewhat small, but neither of us seem to care. The most important thing is to get him off his foot, followed closely by getting him naked. I kiss him deeply, my tongue swirling against his as I sit him down on the edge of the couch. He pulls off his sweatshirt, and I help him again to remove his pants, this time not trying to hide my ogling.

He’s hard underneath his boxers, the fabric tenting up, and he’s bigger than I thought he would be, despite his size. A thrill runs through me, sending warmth straight to my core. I slowly pull his boxers down, not hiding my delight as take him in one hand. The large length fit nicely in my small hands, and I could imagine how it was going to soon feel inside me.

He moans, falling back against the couch cushions as I stroke him gently.

“Come here,” he breathes, grabbing my wrist lightly. “And for God’s sake, take your clothes off.”

I oblige happily and toss my bra off and slide out of my pants, climbing gingerly on top of him, meeting his lips with mine. He cups my cheek, his hand tracing a fiery trail down my neck before gently squeezing my breast between his fingers. I tremble with pleasure and anticipation, feeling myself get incredibly damp down there. To think I was so shy twenty-four hours ago, and now here I am about to probably have the best sex of my life.

He notices, pulling me against him as he readjusts, moving the thick blanket on the back of the couch to around my shoulders. It’s an incredibly sweet gesture, and I kiss him deeply to let him know how much I appreciate it.

I squirm above him as cock slides against my slick folds, and I can’t help but buck my hips against the feeling. He takes his warm, soft tip and eagerly presses it against my pussy, drenching my juices immediately all over him. I moan loudly, my face pressed against his. I need him. Now. Sensing the need, he reaches between us, taking his shaft in his hand and guiding himself to my entrance. I slowly sink down on top of him, surprised that I’m able to take him fully inside of me, my wetness helping to lubricate it the whole way through. I feel almost split in two, but in the most delicious and naughty way.

His hands move to my ass, grasping and groping desperately to get me to move against him. It takes me a moment to adjust, to get used to the feel of him, but once I do, I move against him, setting a slow, sensuous rhythm as I ride him.

His hands move around me, feeling like they’re everywhere all at once. His hands are huge, but gentle, his fingers expert. Though we’re still basically strangers, our bodies seem to know each other, to speak to one another in a way our words can’t. He lights me up from inside, creating sensations everywhere he touches. I can barely contain the sounds coming out of me, our voices mixing together in the small space in a strange harmony.

“You feel so damn good, Jade.” He grunts out. I cry desperately in response as I eagerly move quicker on top of him, almost throwing myself off balance. His entire length buried itself repeatedly against my sweet spot and I couldn’t contain myself.

Sooner than I would have expected, I feel my walls begin to tighten around him, a powerful orgasm building in my core. Our hips move against one another in a frantic rhythm until we’re both careening on the edge, completely out of control.

He holds me against him as I fall apart, sweat making our bodies slick. I’m simultaneously flying and falling, though he keeps my body grounded as pleasure rips through me. Soon after, he grunts his own climax as he spills deep inside me. We stay there for several long moments as our ragged breathing begins to slow and become steadier.

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