Page 70 of The Wrong Boss

A haze of lust had descended over my vision. Blinking through it, I watched the way his golden skin shifted over his muscular frame. I sighed as he eased me onto my back and kneeled between my spread legs, his dark eyes taking in the sight of my body. He looked at me like he’d never seen anything so beautiful.

His hands trembled as he fished a condom out of…somewhere. A wallet, maybe? I didn’t care. I was too busy brushing the hair off my damp forehead and trying to gather whatever scraps of my wits still remained. A pointless endeavor—because as soon as he was sheathed, Cole gathered the skirt of my dress up and gripped it in a tight fist over my abdomen with one hand, guiding himself to my entrance with the other.

He hadn’t even taken off his pants. His belt jangled as he moved, the buckle cold against the skin of my inner thigh.

Then I felt the press of him. We exhaled in unison, my legs trembling as he pushed himself just inside me. Eyes flicking up to meet mine, Cole arched his brows. The look asked,Is this okay?

I almost laughed. It was more than okay, and it was so farfrom okay because I wanted so, so much more. In response, I curled my legs around him and pulled him toward me.

That was the only encouragement he needed. With my dress still crumpled in one fist, Cole hooked one arm around my thigh and drove himself inside me. It was fast and shocking and perfect. I cried out, hands flying out to grip the duvet as my back arched.

Cole swore. “You okay?”

“Stop asking me that.”

“It’s the first time I’ve said it,” he argued, hips pinned against mine.

I was so full it made my eyes water, and I still wanted more. “You’ve been thinking it this whole time.”

He huffed a laugh. “Fair.”

“Where’s the guy who made me beg for his cock? What happened to that guy?”

A dangerous light entered Cole’s eyes. “I’m right here, sweetheart,” he replied, then rolled his hips back and snapped them forward in one smooth motion.

The cry that left me was entirely unintentional, and Cole’s sinful laughter twined around my heart and held it tight. My fingers tightened their grip on the duvet as I met his gaze, and I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face.

Cole moved like he’d been holding back for far too long and his willpower was shot. After all, hadn’t it been seven years? He drove himself into me, using my dress for leverage, until my voice was hoarse and my legs trembled with the aftershocks of another orgasm.

Then I found myself on my stomach, a strong grip pulling my hips up to position them where he wanted them. I moaned as he drove himself inside me, too far gone to make words. My muscles clung on for dear life, the only things holding me up being Cole’s hands and the tight grip that lust still had on me.

“Did you look for me, Carrie?”

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder. “What?”

“You never answered my question earlier.” His hips snapped forward, drawing a whine from my lips. “Did you look for me? Before?”

Distantly, I was aware that this was dangerous territory. We’d crossed a thousand lines already, but this particular one…it felt dangerous. It was fine to admit that we hadn’t wanted our first encounter to end. It was okay to admit that we’d had fantasies.

But to tell him that I’d tried to make those fantasies a reality? To admit that our connection had felt real then—and it felt real now?

That was a risk. After all, this man wasn’t just an old fantasy come back to life. This was my boss. The father of my child.

But all that reasoning was buried under the sensation of his body driving into mine, his hands stroking my hips and ass, his voice stroking my skin like velvet. In that moment, with another climax beginning to tighten the muscles of my inner thighs, it didn’t matter that we were walking onto quicksand. Who cared about consequences, when action felt so damn good?

“Did you look for me, Carrie?” His question came once more, just as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of me andslowed right down as he entered me again. His arm curled around my stomach and pulled me upright so my back was to his chest, palm pressed between my breasts to keep me pinned to his body.

I curled an arm behind my head to wrap it around his neck, turning so that my lips brushed his.

Our movements stilled. His eyes were dark as night as he watched me, the only sound in the room our broken breaths.

“Yes,” I said, so quietly I wondered if he could hear me. “I looked for you for almost a year. I went back to the hotel nearly every week for months. I read stupid business magazines hoping to see your face.”

His laugh was just a soft exhale that washed over my lips. As Cole’s arm tightened around me, his eyes softened. “I scheduled every business meeting at that hotel for over six months,” he admitted softly.

My heart thumped so hard it felt like it crowded out my lungs. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against his temple, and the tenor of our movements changed. It was no longer a frantic, scorching coupling. It was so much more.

Cole’s hips rolled into mine, slow and steady. His palm stroked my skin, dipping down to tease my nipples with a feather-soft touch. I slid my palm over his other hand and let out a trembling exhale as he slid his hand between my legs. Every movement was slow, deliberate.

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