Page 79 of Bossy Hero

Someday

Maddie

Either I’m in a fever dream, or I’ve finally lost it.

Those are the only reasonable explanations for how I got here.

Where ishere?

I’m honestly unsure.

Physically, I’m somewhere inside my house. My back is pressed against something very hard. A door or a wall, perhaps.

And the most decadent lips are sealed to mine.

Emotionally, I’m rapidly spiraling from a nervous breakdown to full-blown arousal unlike any I’ve ever felt before while Alan kisses me into sweet oblivion.

Later, I’ll panic and regret everything I dumped on him tonight.

For now, I’m holding on to him with both hands, my nails digging into the firm expanse of his shoulders. My drive to resist him went up in smoke when he asked for popcorn. And then burned it because he really didn’t want popcorn and only wanted to piss me off.

Mission accomplished.

At the thought, my teeth crimp onto his plump lower lip, giving him a punishing nip. Hand to God, the mangrowlsinto my mouth, clearly undaunted by my supposed punishment. The sound might as well be a spicy audiobook read by Aiden Snow.

Good lord, that was hot.

His tongue dives past my lips, demanding my submission, which I eagerly give him.Damn, this man can kiss like a porn star.

Or so I assume.

For three long years, I’d convinced myself he wasn’t as skilled a kisser as I made him out to be. Cue the buzzer sound.

We break for air, and I toss my head back. He drags his mouth along my neck, placing kisses on my tender flesh. An embarrassingly brazen moan escapes my mouth.

“Alan, you’re a better kisser than I remember. And I wouldn’t have thought that possible a few minutes ago.”

He kisses his way up my neck to my jaw. “That’s not all I’m good at, Maddie. And I plan to demonstrate some of my other talents all night long.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as he reclaims my lips, kissing me like it’s going out of style.

Or, more accurately, like he’s been waiting years to do it.

“Take me to my room.” My eyes spring open. “Unless we’re there already. Where are we?”

The warm vibrato of his laugh goes right to my nipples. “We’re still in the kitchen.” Another kiss, more insistent this time, like he’s losing his patience. “I’m about to change that, though. Unless you want me to eat your sweet pussy where you make your banana bread.”

First, gulp.

Second, gross.

Third, gulp again.

His hand sinks into my ass, squeezing and caressing me in a mix of tenderness and harshness that could leave a bruise and heal it in one fell swoop.

Growing needier by the second, I break the kiss and tug him toward my bedroom. All my resistance has fled, and I’m done denying us what we’ve wanted for so damn long.

He licks his lips as he studies me, watching me back away. The smile on his face is positively lascivious. “Sooonot where you knead your bread?”

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