Page 20 of Never Bed the Boss
I loosen my tie, pull it off, and then drag it slowly along her leg, from foot to thigh, watching goosebumps rise in its wake. There won’t be a single inch of her body that I won’t taste. I’m consuming my girl from head to toe once the countdown ends.
“I want you naked,” I say, still dangling the silk fabric against her. The tightness in my pants increases, throbbing with the need for release. “I need to see the body that’s been tormenting me every single day for over a month. In my dreams. In my office. There isn’t a single moment of the day that you’re not top of mind.”
I swallow, finally meeting Lilah’s gaze, and again, I can’t breathe. Jesus, she’s stunning. And it’s a miracle that no man has ever locked her down. That I’m the first. That I’ll be the last. That she’ll be mine forever so long as she’ll have me.
The thought of her leaving guts me. I’d be nothing without her. I’d never be able to go on knowing she’s out there and not mine.
“Clothes, Ms. Foxe,” I rasp. “I don’t want to repeat myself.”
There’s a hint of a smile flickering on her lips before she moves, beginning with her blouse.
“Good girl,” I say, the words coming from seemingly nowhere.
A few seconds later, I see her lacy bra and pale, flat stomach I’ve been aching to lick. The urge to bunch her skirt around her waist and taste heaven is becoming overwhelming as her arousal floods my senses. It’s unbearable being so close.
“You’ve discovered a workaround,” Lilah says, casting her blouse to the ground. “Boss me around without touching me. It’s too bad you hadn’t thought of it earlier.”
Her bra hits the floor next, and I let out a long, harsh breath as I stare at the swell of her tits, covered by a slender arm.
“You’ll need that arm to remove your skirt.”
“I’m not sure I will.”
I hear the sharp sound of a zipper, and then a few moments and shimmies later, the skirt joins the rest of her clothes on the ground.
“I stand corrected.”
Lilah’s hand slips between her legs.
“Hiding from me?”
She hums. “Two minutes left.”
“I may not be able to touch you now,” I say, dragging my tie across her body again. “But there’s nothing against you touching yourself, angel.”
The ache between my legs is unbearable but it’s my fault. I needed this. I’ve wanted this.
I exhale, dangling my tie across her stomach as she shivers. “Touch yourself, Lilah. Make yourself come for me.”
Lilah pauses as though mulling it over, and for a moment, I second-guess myself until she begins rubbing her clit.
“Like this?” she moans, spreading her legs a little wider until dropping her left leg off the couch.
“Yes.” My voice is low and harsh, and my throat feels jagged as I watch her fingers move. Moans and gasps. Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip as she stares into my soul. The countdown can’t end soon enough. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I slide my palm over my cock, unable to quell the urges any longer. I refused to touch myself the past thirty days, promising that the next time I came it would be inside Lilah, and I’m not reneging on it.
“You,” she moans. “The power in your hands.” Her eyes dip to my hand stroking my cock as I let out a raspy breath. “The way they feel on my body.” Her eyes wrench close as she starts grinding. “In my body. No one’s made me come with their fingers before.”
“No one?”
She shakes her head before shuddering, eyes sealed shut as she moans. I watch as she slides a finger inside.
“It’s not the same. I need your fingers. I need your lips. I needyou.”
I clear my throat as I continue kneading my cock in my palm with one hand and gripping tightly to the back of the couch with the other.
“You’ve been aching for me this past month, haven’t you?”
