Page 68 of Saved By the Boss

Before I can think too much about it, he leans in, his hand brushing against my cheek as he kisses me. It’s softer this time, slower, but no less intense. I feel myself melting into him, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the icy storm outside.

When we finally pull apart, his forehead rests against mine, and I can feel his breath against my skin.

“You’re a badass, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.

“Me?” I laugh softly, pulling back just enough to look at him.

He nods, his fingers brushing against my cheek again. “Yep,” he murmurs.

The fire crackles softly in the background, and for a moment, it’s easy to forget about everything but the way he’s looking at me,like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

I stand, holding out a hand to him. “Come on,” I say, my voice quieter now.

He raises an eyebrow, but takes my hand, letting me pull him to his feet. “Where are we going?”

“To a proper bed,” I say, leading him toward the bedroom, emboldened by his admiration for me.

He follows me without question, his hand warm in mine as we step into the small room. He limps slightly but doesn’t complain about the change of scenery. The bed is still unmade from the last time I slept in it, but I don’t care. It was going to get all sorts of messed up in a few minutes. All I can think about is the weight of his hand in mine, the way his green eyes seem to darken as he looks at me.

I let go of his hand and turn to face him, my heart pounding in my chest as I reach for the hem of my shirt. His gaze follows my movements, and for a moment, I feel self-conscious. But then he steps closer, his hands finding my waist as he kisses me again, and all my doubts melt away.

He pushes me back against the bed and we collapse into it together, limbs tangled and ready for round two.

14

Declan

Her body is absolutely exquisite. She bares it to me with no self-consciousness or shyness. I want to devour her, to taste every inch of her. If only this damn ankle wasn’t holding me back, but I would have to make do.

“What are you doing?” She giggles, squirming as I begin kissing up her ankle to her calf.

In response, I ghost my lips over her inner thigh, my hands trailing where my mouth leaves hot kisses.

“Oh,” she moans, her eyes growing heavy as her hips thrust, begging me to touch her where she needs most.

I kiss up her flat stomach, toward her incredible breasts. Her nipples are already so taut, just begging to be taken gently between my teeth. She cries out, making my dick twitch against her. She must feel it, because she opens her eyes, gazing at me lustfully. Her hand trails down my chest, lower and lower until she takes me in her hand, her touch teasing and featherlight. Igroan in frustration, needing more.

“Torture goes both ways,” she teases, winding her other hand in my hair, pulling me down to kiss her lips.

My tongue slips into her warm mouth, and she greets me eagerly. Her fingers grasp at my hair as her other hand guides me to her slick pussy. I first take one finger, tracing it in and around her folds. As her moans deepen and louden, I add another finger, gently plunging into her depths.

She’s panting, gasping, desperate for me, and it turns me on more than I can believe. She’s so wet for me, it’s easy to move inside of her and find her most sensitive spot with my fingers and apply just enough pressure to get her howling louder than the wind outside. I soon replace them with my own hard cock, sliding in just as easy.

She comes undone so quickly, her entire body tensing as her pleasure washes over her. She releases my lips, crying out as her hips buck against mine, her walls tightening around me until I can’t hold off my own release.

I come hard, filling her up with my seed while she cries out my name once more.

Our breaths mix together in a strange harmony, until we’re breathing the same electrified air. I move off of her, lying next to her as we both catch our breaths. I grab her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers until she begins to relax. I carefully move away from her, until I’m able to extract her bed covers from underneath me. I pull them over us as we lay there for a long while, holding hands and occasionally kissing, but nothing more.

Eventually, we both get up, mostly because the room isn’t nearly as warm this far away from the fireplace. After I dress, I hobble over to the fire, adding another log and stoking it.

She’s taken such good care of me; I want to return the favor in any way I can.

She’s back in the kitchen, rummaging around to find us something for lunch, and I have a look at her bookshelf for another game. They all lend themselves to be perfectly naughty if we want them to be.

Beyond the games, though, I notice that the space is pretty bare. In fact, now that I think about it, the entire place seems devoid of a personal touch. There are boxes piled in one corner of the room, and I assume there’s probably a similar pile in the dark bedroom. Even so, she doesn’t have much, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s just here temporarily.

We haven’t really talked about it. As I try to remember our conversations from last night, I realize we didn’t touch on anything very important.

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