Page 64 of Boss Me

He gave an exasperated snort. “Cooper Fallon, you’re not as smart as you think you are if you think I was interested in anyone but you. I came home with exactly the person I wanted to.” He trailed his hand higher up my thigh until he was a bare inch from my crotch. “Didn’t you?”

The last thread of my control snapped. “Yes.” I lunged forward, planted my hands on the back sofa cushion, and crashed my mouth into his. It wasn’t soft or pretty. Our kiss was full of need, of the clacking of teeth, of the wrestling of our tongues, of the burn of his stubble against my lips. I flung one knee onto the couch outside his uninjured leg and rubbed my erection everywhere—his thigh, his hip—chasing the sensation from our dance.

He gripped the front of my shirt, bringing my chest closer to him. “Need you,” he murmured between sucks on my tongue.

I froze. I hadn’t done anything with another guy since high school. Since I’d met Jackson. Did I still remember how it worked? I didn’t have lube or condoms or—

“Shh.” He abandoned my mouth to kiss over to my ear. “We’ll take it slow. I’ll make you feel good.”

I suppressed a shudder that started at the spot he’d kissed and crawled right down to the base of my spine. “You’re hurt. I don’t want to—”

“Nothing wrong with my mouth.” I felt the wicked curl of it against the skin of my neck. Then he pulled back. “Unless you don’t want to?”

“No, of course I do. I—” I had to stop talking, or I’d say something I couldn’t take back. Instead, I backed up to kneel between his legs. I rubbed my face across his sweat-dampened shirt and inhaled long to fill my lungs with the scent of him. With my nose, I drew a line down his stomach to his waistband. He smelled of sweat there, too, mixed with musky arousal. I flicked the button of his jeans and looked up into his face. “Can I?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know if you can. It might take the jaws of life to get me out of these jeans.”

I traced the ridge of his erection with a finger. It twitched under my touch.

“Sorry.” He sucked in a breath. “I meant, yes, please.”

I tugged down the zipper and found nothing but Ben underneath. “I believe appropriate undergarments are part of the dress code, Mr. Levy-Walters.” But my breathy voice undercut the sternness of my words.

“There’s nothing work-appropriate about my outfit tonight, Mr. Fallon.”

I peeled the sides of his jeans apart until I freed his cock, darkly flushed and cut as I’d known it would be. I flattened my tongue against it and licked up from where it emerged from his pants all the way to the dusky tip.

He groaned. “If this is how you discipline someone for violating the dress code, I wish I’d shown up in the office without underwear every fucking day.”

My fingers tightened on his pants. The office. There was no going back from sucking his cock.

Like he’d heard my thoughts, Ben curled his fingers into my hair and gently directed my gaze up to him. “Sorry. No more work talk. I’ve submitted my resignation. Tonight, you’re my…lover.”

“Lover?” Every inch of my skin tingled.

“It looks to me like you’re about to suck my dick. So I think the term is appropriate, don’t you?”

“And we’re exclusive?”

His brow furrowed. “Of course. I only danced with those other guys because you wouldn’t dance with me.”

“But I did. Dance with you.”

“You did.” His expression went soft for a minute, but then he narrowed his eyes. “And now?”

“Now I’m going to suck your dick.”

Gold flared in his eyes. “Yes, please.”

It took some maneuvering to tug the jeans down his legs and off without hurting his swollen foot, but I managed it, and soon Ben was splayed out on the couch, naked except for his tight T-shirt. I started at the head of his cock, running my tongue along his slit and sucking the tip until I tasted the tang of his precum. I took him deeper, getting him good and wet and delivering long sucks to his shaft. He threw his head back against the cushions and moaned at that.

Power roared through me, better than when we’d hit a billion dollars in revenue. Better than when we’d hit five billion. All because of a moan.

I licked down to his balls, weighing them with my tongue. Gripping his length with my hand, I slid my fist up to the tip, twisted at the top, and descended. His sharp intake of breath showed I’d found something he liked.

I licked as far down as I could, but the couch prevented me from going farther. I’d explore more next time. Fuck. Next time. I ground my own erection against the sofa cushion. I sucked on his balls until they tightened.

“Gonna, gonna—” Ben croaked.

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