Page 182 of Bossy Hero

My hands trace her supple curves. I pulse my fingertips on the swell of her hips and tug her lower body toward me. She spreads her thighs, giving me room to drive myself against her center.

We’re wearing too many layers.

Our tongues twirl and twist while I flip the skirt of her dress up.

Breaking the kiss, I spare a quick glance down her body. It’s a casual cotton dress. Nothing fancy. But fucking hell. I can’t get enough of how it looks pooled atop her thighs, giving me access to where I want to be most.

I let my palms grope her legs, desperate to soak up more of her silky skin. “Thank you for this.”

“For wearing a skirt?”

Overzealously, I nod three times. Vigorous movements that couldn’t be more out of character. “Yes. Exactly that. You’re so damn good to me.”

“Well, you dropped so many hints.” Laughing, she shrugs. “And I love you.”

My groan gets cut off when I slam my lips against hers. I’m powerless to resist kissing her after that. Each time she says those three words, it removes a layer of anguish from all the years she didn’t say it. Knowing what I know now, she wasn’t holding back the words because she didn’t feel them.

It was because she did.

And that makes me kiss her even harder.

Responding to my intensity, she roughly grabs me by my nape with one hand and sinks her other between us. While she fumbles with my belt, I sneak my fingers into her panties, cricking my finger to tease her clit with the back of my knuckle. She flexes her hips, increasing the friction.

As soon as she gets my fly open, I withdraw my hand from between her thighs and tug her gingerly off the desk so she’s standing in front of me. “Turn around, Maddie.”

She rises to her tiptoes for a chaste kiss, then winks at me before complying. Leaning forward slightly, she braces herself on the edge of my desk and widens her stance. Gracefully, she bundles up the fabric of her skirt, resting it on her lower back.

Wordlessly asking me to undress her, she makes no move to take off her panties. I’m all too happy to oblige. I snake my fingers under the waistband and leisurely remove them, exposing her to me one inch at a time. Once I get past her hips, I find myself sinking to my knees at the same pace that I lower the soft red fabric.

Red.

Mmm. My sweet, proper, demure Maddie is wearing harlot red panties.

Correction. Shewas.

On my knees now, I skim both hands along the outside of her legs, stroking her from ankle to hip. Every precious inch of her feels like heaven under my rough palms. She’s delicate everywhere.

Except inside, where her mama bear prowls.

From down here, I can’t see her face, but I see something else I love just as much. Her decadent pussy.

So I bury my mouth in it, licking and nipping at it from behind. I thrash my tongue through her warm, pink flesh, dragging it up and down. Her taste explodes on my tongue, making my dick weep to get inside her.

“Alan, yes, yes,” she mewls, rocking herself against my face with tiny pulses of her hips.

Her gasps and keens are music to my fucking ears.

I spread her open with both hands, zeroing in on her opening. After spearing my tongue inside her half a dozen times, I swirl it around the entrance. She’s just wet enough for me to slip inside her without hurting her. That’s gonna have to be good enough for now.

As much as I’d love to stay down here for hours and drive her mad with desire, I’m too fucking primed to wait any longer.

It might make me a selfish asshole, but Ineedher.

Now.

Hefting to my feet, I finish what she started earlier, freeing my cock from my jeans. I give myself two long, hard pumps with my fist to take the edge off.

“Are you ready for me, gorgeous?” I rasp out, gravel in my voice.

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