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“Er, I think it’s average size,” I said in a hoarse voice, then cleared my throat. “Yours is just too big.”
He smiled at me then. “That’s what she said,” he muttered my joke from weeks ago back to me, and I lost it.
Years of careful control, of doing the right thing, of keeping my head above water, of never having anything for myself, of self-discipline, all unravelled. This man was simply too much. It was like a switch tripped in my brain – sensible Lottie left the building, leaving sex-starved, duke-obsessed Lottie in her place. I surged out of my seat, my free hand diving into that glorious hair that I’d been dreaming about for months and my lips crashing onto his still-smiling mouth.
Chapter 10
Fantasy material
Lottie
It took a couple of seconds for my brain to catch up with what my body was doing.
“I-I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to pull away. But then he gave a sharp tug to pull me towards his lap, and his other hand shot out to cup my jaw.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, his mouth nearly touching mine as he searched my face. Then another sharp tug on my hand had me falling forward, his arm enclosing me completely. He proceeded to tilt my jaw just how he wanted it, brush his nose against mine once, twice before finally his lips met mine again.
I could feel the taut muscles of his chest under my hands, the soft, firm pressure of his lips, the roughness of his stubble and that trip-switch in my brain shorted again. I melted against him, my lips parting on a small moan and letting his tongue inside. After a few minutes, his mouth moved to my jaw, then my ear. As I panted and tried not to pass out with lust, he kissed down my neck, his fingers moving from my jaw into my hair, pulling out the hairband and then wrapping the cascade of hair around his fist to hold me where he wanted me.
His kiss was like everything else about him – bossy, demanding, utterly glorious.
“We need more space,” he said against the skin just below my ear, and I nodded vigorously. Yes, yes, we neededallthe space right now. I squeaked as he surged up with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing; then, before I could tell which way was up, he’d lain me down on the sofa with his glorious weight settling on top of me. And he was kissing me again.
“Okay, okay,” he said between kisses. “I’ve got to slow this down. I know that.” What was he talking about? I pulled at his hair to register how not on board I was with going slow. I mean, I had thisone chancewith him. Clearly, he’d had a shit day and was in the mood to try it on with the cleaner. It wasveryunlikely there would be a repeat performance. I was tired of playing it safe, doing the proper thing, always sacrificing my needs. And cheese and rice, did I need him. My body was screaming for him. The hair-pulling elicited a low growl, and his chest vibrating against my hands was deeply sexy. “I’m trying to be good here,” he said in a hoarse, almost pained voice.
“Ollie, I need you,” I begged. Yup, I was reduced to begging now. My brain had officially left me to my own devices.
He groaned and moved against me, his hardness right at my centre where I needed it to be. “Okay, baby,” he said in a thick voice against my neck. “I’ve got you.” He licked up my neck, and then his teeth grazed my ear as I let out a moan so desperate, if I hadn’t been mindless with need I would have melted into the sofa with embarrassment. When he started kissing down my neck, my body was coiled so tight I felt like the tension could snap at any moment. He pulled back, and I made a sound of protest but was cut off by him whipping my t-shirt up and over my head, leaving me in just my bra.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed as he scanned my body. Before I could let insecurity and the fact my bra was of the whitecotton, utilitarian variety, the heat of his body was back against mine, and his tongue was tracing my collarbone.
“Please,” I moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as his lips moved to my breast above my bra. When he pulled the cup down and his mouth fastened onto my nipple, I totally lost it, arching up and letting out a whimper as I moved against him. When he moved across to the other breast, his hand skirted down over my stomach, and I shivered in anticipation. I could feel the tension in his body, the muscles of his back bunching under his suit. And then his hand dipped into my leggings, past the waistband of my knickers. When the pads of his thick fingers zeroed in on my core in record time, I jolted like I’d been given an electric shock. Then he started slow circles as I ground against him.
“Good girl,” he said against my breast. “Such a good girl for me. Help me get you there, baby.” He slipped a finger inside me, his thumb moving to press where I needed it, and I felt it building. When I came, it was like fireworks going off behind my eyes as bursts of pleasure overwhelmed my entire body. It was the single most incredible experience of my life.
My eyes had been clenched shut, but as I came down from the high, I blinked them open, and reality started to invade my consciousness. I sucked in a shocked breath and stiffened underneath him. His hand withdrew from me slowly, and his head came up from my chest as he moved so that our faces were level, his weight still pressing me down onto the sofa.
“Feel better now?” he asked in a husky voice, and then I had the gorgeous view of his handsome face smiling just inches from mine. But, however handsome he was, I was incapable of returning that smile. I’d just let my boss make me come, veryveryhard. What was wrong with me?
“What am I doing?” I asked in a horrified whisper. “Shit… ake mushrooms, I totally lost it.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he said in a soft voice; his smile had dropped now, and his expression was clouded with concern. “Don’t shut down on me, baby. Not after that. There’s no going back after that.”
I shook my head in jerky movements as his hand came up to sweep the hair out of my face at my temple so gently that it almost made me cry.
“Ollie, I mean, Y-Your Grace,” I stammered. “I’m your forking cleaner. You’re my boss. I realise this is my fault. I s-shouldn’t have kissed you. Iknowthat. I just…” I trailed off as true horror flooded my system. “Don’t fire me. I need this job, Your Grace. Please don’t fire me.”
“Lottie, calm down,” he said in his bossy tone. “Iheld your hand before you kissed me.”
“But then I-I begged you to…”
He smiled again. “Yes, that was fun.”
I smacked his chest. “This is not funny, you—you butthead.”
He kissed me then, a soft brush of his lips against mine whilst he was still half smiling. “Okay, not funny.”
