Page 155 of Bossy Hero

He nuzzles into my hair. “Yes, my love?”

“You should see the way you smile when you interact with them lately. Your entire aura brightens. I’m so proud of you.”

He hums against my neck, adding a kiss at my pulse point. “Still a long way to go. I’m not sure what the future holds, but she’s a sweet girl.”

“Likely one of the sweetest souls I’ve ever met.” I stiffen, my breath catching. “Don’t tell Sue I said that.”

His chest rattles against my back with his sultry laugh. “What’s my silence worth to you?”

I arch my spine, pressing my bare ass against him. “What would you like it to be worth?”

He glides one of his big hands around my waist. “If you want me to keep your little secret, I’m gonna need to feel your pussy squeezing the life out of my cock.”

I jokingly put the back of my hand to my forehead, tilting my head. “Oh no. Anything but that.”

“Let me see if your body’s on board with this plan and ready to pay up.” He moves the hand on my waist, diving between my thighs to tease my clit. “Are you wet, or do you need me to get you there?”

At this age, it’s a valid question.

“I’m not going to ask if you have lube in your office, but for the love of all things holy, please tell me you don’t.”

“I don’t.”

His touch and rich laugh seem to be removing the need for additional lubrication. From the warmth of his chest pressed against me from behind to the delicious sounds that come from his sexy mouth. Everything about this man arouses me.

The few times my advancing age has made it uncomfortable to take him inside my body, he was dedicated to remedying it. Unlike every man who has ever come before him, Alan’s always ready to go the extra mile.

Something about being sans panties in his office has me wound up. Even if it’s our temporary bedroom, it feels illicit.

Prior to tonight, we haven’t fooled around here. It’s felt odd to me. And with all the long days, he usually just crashes when he hits the lumpy mattress. Often times, I’m asleep before he comes to bed anyhow. More than once, I’ve drifted off to the sound of him clicking his mouse and clacking on the keyboard at his desk.

However, ever since we shared our hearts more openly the other day, I’ve been craving a deeper physical connection to complement the emotional one.

Spooned up behind me, he toys with my clit, flicking and rubbing it in a decadent swirling motion. I find myself grinding into his touch. Each time my hips roll, he drives his erection against my ass.

While kissing me behind my ear, he murmurs, “How fast do you think I can make you come like this?”

“What’s the rush? I thought it was about the journey and not the destination.”

“The rush is that I am dying to get inside of you. It’s been far too long, Maddie.” His lips hover over the side of my face, and he draws my earlobe into his mouth with gentle suction. “I’m aching for you.”

Chills skate over me.

“Is that right?” I rasp, adding a swirl of my hips to lengthen the friction between my ass and his cock. “Maybe I can help with that.”

His thick fingers drift lower and plunge into my slick channel. “You’re getting wetter faster than usual, baby. I think you missed this.”

Rather than answering with my words, I spin around and reach into his boxers, getting a handful of his firm length.

Lying face to face on our sides, I offer him my lips while I work him harder in my grip. The way his breathing speeds up sends my heart racing.

He pulls me close, guiding my head to the side with a feather-light hold on my neck. Our kiss starts off tender and sweet but soon turns ravenous. He nibbles at my lower lip while his hand returns to my core. With our tongues dueling and swirling, we tumble rapidly into our lustful desires.

I sling one leg over his hip, giving him better access to my pussy, and the leisurely pulse of my hips spurs him on.

My grip on his cock stays firm. “Take off those boxers, Alan. Then we can have a little race, given you’re in a hurry.”

He removes his hand from between my thighs only long enough to lose his boxer briefs. Then his fingers are back there, thrusting inside of me at a tantalizing pace. “How are we racing, Maddie?”

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