Page 17 of The Boss

“If I told you what I wanted, you wouldn’t go.” Julianna lowers her arm and turns toward me. Shit, she’s so much more powerfulnow. Those clothes, that pose, that sturdy frame towering over me… I want her on top of me. Right now.

No, no, I can’t breathe. I get up, attempting to run out of her office.

She grabs my arm but doesn’t pull. I’m merely stopped. I could shrug her off and keep going, but I don’t. Because her touch has enraptured me once more.

Her dangerously possessive touch.

I’ve known people like Julianna before. Even dated one, before I dumped her once I realized she would be a control freak in our relationship. Jealousy and possessive natures may be hot to some, but they scare me. Who wants a relationship like that?

One touch has my heart fluttering, though. It was one thing to feel like this when we were having sex. It’s quite another with our clothes on and gazing into one another’s eyes.

“What I want is for you to be right here with me.”

I wish I could claim this moment romantic, but there’s nothing in her tone that implies romance. It’s sex, first and foremost, and that possessive nature I mentioned earlier. She wants me here because, as she told me Friday night, I belong to her.

I honestly don’t know what to make of that. Should I make anything at all?

What I should do is run away, but my feet are glued to the carpet, my body growing weaker by the second. My willpower is a far-off, distant concept.

“Ms. Marcon.” I try to shrug her off me, but my arm won’t move. It’s like the stupid thing wants her to keep touching me, squeezing my wrist, drawing me closer to her. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t know what you think I’m thinking, but it was nothing like this.”

Her hand moves over mine. I think she’s going to yank me, but instead, she lifts my fingers to her lips and kisses them, eyes holding mine. Her ruthless gaze tears me apart from the insideout, like a bomb blowing away my heart. Imagine waking up to see this gaze every morning, Alessa. Imagine seeing it before she kisses you, caresses you, goes down on you.

That’s right. She kept me blindfolded during our encounter. I have no idea what she looks like during sex.

I could find out, couldn’t I?

“You said you were a virgin,” she says thoughtfully. “Didn’t you?”

Like she could forget something like that. “In most ways.”

“In the most important way. That also means there are other things you have yet to do.” This time when she draws me closer, it’s with a gentleness that wins me over. I go, my whole body pressing against hers, our lips dangerously close. “Give me a chance to initiate you into a world you’ve only fantasized about.”

I almost fall for it. After all, a part of my subconscious wants me to. Why not? Julianna Marcon is a helluva woman. She’s the kind of person who could approach you in Starbucks, at the airport, in the middle of a damned shopping mall to ask you out, and you would say yes without a second thought.Even if you’re married.

That’s how powerful her aura is.

“Why? What do you get out of this?”

“I offer you much, but I’m the real winner here, Miss Penrose. I’m the one fooling around with a beautiful woman who’s experiencing things for the first time. Even in my position, a woman doesn’t get to witness something as beautiful as that very often. I’d consider it an honor.”

“An honor… getting me off to a good start in my sex life, is that it?”

She chuckles, that low rumble making her chest vibrate against me. “You have no idea.”

“But you would love to give me some ideas.”

I know the kiss is coming, but I’m still shocked when it happens. Perhaps it’s her mouth ravaging mine, tongue sinking deep into my mouth that shocks me the most. I’m not prepared. I wasn’t prepared for how good she felt inside of me Friday night, and I’m not prepared for her heavy, delicious kiss that almost has me ripping off my clothes right here. She’d fuck me if I asked, wouldn’t she? Throw me down on her couch. No, no… bend me over it. I’m supposed to have new experiences. I’ve never had a woman make love to me like an animal. Not like that.

Her in that business suit. Her, naked. Julianna Marcon ready and waiting for me. Waiting to initiate me into her world of sex and money. Pleasure and privilege.

Julianna’s hands cup around my face, holding my face against hers. I can’t move my head. I don’t want to. I want to keep my lips parted so she can plunder my mouth and get to intimately know every inch of me. The beautiful force of her tongue has me yearning for more. Between my legs, please. Tongue-fuck me not only to get me wet for you, Ms. Marcon, but to make me die. A tongue this talented could do nothing else, I’m sure.

“So, what do you propose?” Really? That’s the first thing out of my mouth the moment she breaks the kiss?

She nips my lips before stepping away, heading toward her desk. “I’ve already made you my assistant. That gives us unlimited opportunities to be together. You saw that memo, I hope. Vern did a remarkable job with what I gave him, as he always does. You’re to be my partner – my date, if you will – at all future functions I have coming. Not like I have a girlfriend, anyway.”

I guess that means I’m not her girlfriend. That’s okay, I suppose. We barely know each other. We’re… dating. Yeah, I’ll go with that. “How long will this last?”

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