Page 65 of Boss Me

“Not yet.” I squeezed the base of his dick, holding off his orgasm.

He bucked his hips. “I need—”

“I know. You’re going to come in my mouth.” I wanted to taste him, to feel him pulse inside me. To wreck him the way he was already wrecking me.

I swapped my mouth for my hand and took as much of his length as I could. With my hand, I massaged his balls. Then I gave him a long, hard suck.

His back bowed. “Yes, like that,” he gasped.

I hollowed my cheeks around him and let him bump my throat until I gagged. Then I sucked again and again. Hard, then backing off, then hard again. He whined deep in the back of his throat, and it made me want to roar. Instead, I clutched his hip, pinning him to the cushion.

His balls tightened just before my mouth filled with his come. I rose along his length, sucking up every drop of his release, until he popped out, and I swallowed him down.

“Fuck,” he groaned. One wrist covered his eyes. He looked completely wrecked, his cock softening against his thigh, his T-shirt rucked up over his navel. I wanted to dip my tongue into the divot. To taste every inch of his chest. Next time.

“Come on.” I levered to my feet, tucked one arm under his knees, and wedged the other behind his back.

His eyes flew open. “Wait! What are you doing?”

“I’m putting you to bed. You look”—I smirked—“worn out.” I lifted him to my chest.

“No, I’m fine. Give me a minute. Then I’ll go down on you.”

“No.” I circled the coffee table and carried him sideways down the hall to avoid bumping his foot. “You’re resting your ankle. In bed.”

I didn’t miss his shiver at the last word. “But I want to—”

“All in good time.” I laid him on his bed and pulled the sheet over him. “Good-night.”

I meant to leave a chaste peck on his lips, but he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. The taste of him, mingled with the aftertaste of his come, tempted me to straddle him. To roll over and drag him over my face and see if I could make him climax again this soon. To feel his lips on me.

But I pulled away. His eyelids drooped, and I knew his ankle had to be throbbing.

I tapped his dose of painkiller from the bottle by the bed and handed the tablet to him. “See you in the morning.”

He groaned but dutifully swallowed the pill and turned on his side. “Night, Cooper. Thanks for…for the dance.”

Grinning, I sauntered out. Dancing had been a perfect way to spend the evening. And right then, I didn’t care what changes the morning might bring.

23

BEN

When I blinked my eyes open and saw the sunlight streaming in through the sheer curtains, I knew I’d fucked up.

I’d meant to get up at the crack of dawn, slip into Cooper’s room, and wake him up with the blowjob I’d been too tired to give last night. Then—I smiled at the vision—we’d go back to sleep with him spooned around me.

Why hadn’t my alarm gotten me up? I glanced at the bedside table, empty except for the bottle of painkillers and a glass of water.

Oh, right. My phone was in my jeans pocket, and my jeans were still crumpled on the floor in the living room where Cooper Fallon had blown my mind. I shivered, remembering what his blue eyes had looked like between my thighs, how perfect his sexy lips had felt stretched around my dick.

It was totally worth quitting my job.

After I finally convinced him to go back to San Francisco, back to Synergy, I’d find another. It wouldn’t be as good as the one I’d had at Synergy—though working for Cooper Fallon hadn’t been a picnic—but all I needed was income to get me to the end of my degree and—

Fuck. The tuition payment. I’d be in the same situation as when I’d lost my last job. Tuition or rent. Though Mimi had said she didn’t mind me sleeping on her couch. Maybe I could spend some nights at Cooper’s place? Or was that me wearing my heart on the outside again?

Did I have to keep it inside anymore?

---