Page 197 of Bossy Hero

Looking over the top of his head, I see he’s going through financial spreadsheets. Given how many jobs Redleg has had to turn away over the last few months, I’m surprised the entire thing isn’t red.

I release my grip on his shoulder and grab the side of his chair, slightly shoving it to the side. Before he has a chance to react, I move into the empty space between his chair and desk.

“Hey, what are you?—”

I press my index finger to his lips and slowly ease to the floor. “Shh.” My knees crack on the way down, which is all part of my grand plan for seduction.

His eyes bulge, and his jaw sags open when he notices my blouse is unzipped down the front, exposing all my cleavage and then some. And I have on my sexy bra today. The one that’s nothing but lace, so no doubt he can see my dusty pink areolas.

I love wearing this for him. He bought it for me, along with the matching panties. My nipples harden under his appreciative scrutiny.

His naughty smile melts me inside and out. “What the hell are you up to, woman?”

I run my palms up and down his firm thighs. “We have about a half hour until the kids expect us for dinner. And I plan to use that time wisely. You should do the same.”

He dabs his tongue along his lower lip. “Whatever you say, baby.”

“I thought you had work to do,” I tease, grabbing for his waist and making quick work of his belt buckle and zipper.

Taking over for me, he removes himself from his jeans. “Pretty sure I’m done for the day.”

I wrap my fist around his hardening shaft, squeezing and languidly pumping. “Now you’ll listen to what I’m saying, huh?”

“You have my unwavering attention.”

The huskiness of his voice makes my mouth water and thighs press together. Flattening my tongue, I lick him from root to tip. “Mind if I have a little appetizer?”

“Pretty sure I’ve told you a million times that you can have anything you want from me.”

Air hisses through his teeth when I take him in my mouth, adding suction to help him along. Blood pulses through his cock, making it twitch between my lips. I love how he hardens more with each suck and lick.

He runs a hand through my hair, twirling the ends around his wrist. I should ask him if he does this for a better view or to be considerate. Knowing him, it’s a bit of both.

And that makes me want to suck him even harder.

His breathing gets progressively shakier and raspier as I work him with a series of licks, sucks, and firm strokes. The way he delicately guides my movements with his grip on my hair makes my toes curl. Sadly, they’re falling asleep under my ass in this position, much like the rest of me from the knees down.

Keeping firm pressure around the base, I pump my hand upward in time with the downward plunges of my mouth. He flexes his hips at the same pace, just tiny pumps. Like he doesn’t want to hurt me or push himself too deep into my throat.

Sweet man.

His earlier words swirl through my mind, and I can’t stop myself from popping off his cock to ask. “Why do you love me so much?”

“You’re asking me thatnow? When you literally have my dick in your hands?”

A soft chuckle escapes me, and I lick my lips to savor his taste. “Sorry. It was what you said a few seconds ago. About how I can have anything I want.” I shake my head, narrowing my eyes at him. “I just don’t know what you see in me. What you’ve always seen in me.”

He releases my hair, and it cascades like a curtain around my face. With gentle hands, he brushes it back, cupping my cheeks. “Are you kidding, Maddie?”

The awkward timing of my heavy musings catches up to me, and my cheeks flare. “I’m sorry. Ignore me.” I lower my gaze, shame filling me. “Wrong time for this.”

Applying featherlight pressure to my cheeks, he tilts my head up to force me to look at him. “Sometimes we can’t explain who we love or why we love them. We just do.”

Fair enough.

He surprises me by continuing. “This isn’t one of those times.”

My brows knit, and my nose wrinkles.

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