Page 106 of The Boss Problem

I nodded, keeping my eyes on him as pressure built in my mouth. I couldn’t possibly open my mouth any wider, and it was just barely enough to hold all of him in. I sucked him deeper, loving the groans that fell from his lips. He was desperate for me, and he pumped harder, faster. Until finally, with a guttural groan, he came undone.

He threw his head back, his grip still firm on my hair as he held me in place, and I swallowed. Filling my belly with him as his tense body softened.

“Good girl,” he breathed out and looked at me, dazed. “You were beyond good. You were … fantastic.” He stepped out of his briefs and pants, leaving them on the floor, and lifted me up.

Carrying me over to the bed, he set me on it and looked at me deeply, like he could see into the very depths of my soul.

“How did it take me so long to find you?” he asked, settling in on the bed next to me.

I lifted a finger and traced his cheek. “I’m not sure. Looking back, it feels like forever since you were such a dick to me at the café until I saw you again at Tassater.”

He chuckled, and slowly, not breaking eye contact with me, he took his jacket off.

“I always act like a dick when I’m attracted to someone,” he admitted after a moment.

“Because you hate that you admire someone besides yourself?” I asked in a wry tone.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Touché,” he said as he propped his head up on his hand.

“But I haven’t seen anyone as beautiful as you,” he said, his voice husky as he kissed the side of my neck hungrily. “And I likely never will again,” he confessed. “I need to be inside you, Chloe. Now.”

His chest was flat against mine, and his fingers found their way down my stomach. My thighs fell apart quite naturally, and Sean’s fingers worked my clit, pressing it in gentle circles.

His kisses slid down the front of my neck, slowing down near my chest. He drew one exposed, hardened nipple into his mouth, and I moaned, reaching for his hair.

“Oh, Sean,” I muttered, running my fingers through his soft hair, feeling delirious as he circled the pointed peak with his wet tongue.

Waves of pleasure rode down my back and legs with rising intensity. I felt free and alive in ways no other man had everdone to me before. A warm pool of wetness grew between my thighs.

Sean’s other hand reached down to stroke my thigh up and down tantalizingly, eliciting a low moan of desire from me. I closed my eyes with a sigh of pleasure, yielding to him completely. The night air, the quiet sounds of traffic, and the stars above—none of them compared to this moment. He could ask anything of me, and I would give it to him. I felt like I was floating on air.

“Do you like this?” he asked, increasing his pressure in his fingers and flicking his tongue over my pointed nipple in circles. Once, twice.

I clutched his hair, pushing his head closer to my breast, wanting to feel more. In response, he bit down gently on my nipple, making me cry out his name with the jolt of pain before he ran his wet tongue over it again, soothing the ache with his gentle flicks.

It had never been this good with Bruce, and Sean wasn’t even in me yet. My climax wasn’t too far away, and I clung tight to him.

“More,” I gasped, and he pressed down on my clit, sliding a finger in at the same time.

“Sean,” I cried, arching my back while he put a second finger in.

I writhed, unable to take it anymore. I was so close.

“I need you,” I said desperately.

I ground over his hand, and he rewarded me by plunging his fingers in faster, deeper. With an ease that only he had, he found that sensitive spot inside me, making me moan.

I was trembling, my head thrown back, and like a flash of lightning, my orgasm tore through me. Waves upon waves of pleasure rocked my body while I fisted the sheets hard. Sean’shand slowly stilled, and he looked like he wanted to get up. I wanted to hold him closer, to never let him go.

He lifted his head, and withdrawing his hand, he was on top of me, kissing me again, as though he’d been starved for my touch. He was still in his shirt, and I wished I could feel his warm skin sliding against mine. I wanted all of him against me, bare skin pressed to mine.

I didn’t know what was going through me, but I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

I finally understood what I was afraid of. That he’d go. That he’d leave me.

He was my home, I realized, and I’d never had this feeling before. I’d crossed a boundary I shouldn’t have, and I didn’t know what to do with this knowledge. I wanted to treasure this moment, and to grip it tight, and never let him be anyone else’s.

My hands weakened, and I looked into his beautiful eyes.

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