Page 33 of Three Bossy Boyfriends
“Do you want me to sit down on this couch beside you and just sing your praises for another hour or so?” I ask her. “Because I can do that.”
She laughs lightly, and the sound punches me in the gut. I want to hear so much more of that. Tonight at dinner, she was very quiet. Very unlike the Finley I’ve gotten to know.
This woman, who is smiling up at me, her face soft, her expression open, is the woman I know, and the woman I want to know better.
“Well, that sounds pretty great,” she says. “But could we maybe do it naked?”
My cock reacts to her question a few seconds before my brain catches up. “We can do absolutely anything you want. Anything you want naked, too,” I say.
Now she gets a mischievous glint in her eye to go with her grin. “AnythingI want?”
For just a moment, I consider if there is anything she could ask me for that I would say no to. I come up blank. Period. “Finley, I’m not sure it’s a good idea to confess this to you, but Idon’t think there is anything you could ask me for that I would not say yes to.”
“Oh, Evan Young, you are quickly becoming one of my very favorite people.”
I reach out my hand. “Well, if I’m going to worship and praise you completely naked, I have a better place to do that than this couch.”
She takes my hand immediately and lets me pull her up from the couch. “Lead the way.”
I love that she is so enthusiastic about this. The openness about what we both want and where this night is going to lead is refreshing and exciting and an absolute fucking turn-on.
I haven’t been with a woman in a while. I’ve been hung up on Christopher for so long, I don’t remember the last person I was with very well. But his name was Trevor, and he was hot, bossy, and not at all interesting outside of the bedroom.
We saw each other as fuck buddies for about two months. And it was perfect at the time. I was busy at the practice where I was working prior to coming to Banks, Anderson, Banks and Davis. I didn’t have an interest in a relationship and didn’t know what I was looking for even if I had been looking.
When I met Christopher, I realized it was because I was looking forhim. Not just a man like him, but him.
I know that sounds over-the-top and crazy considering our situation, especially at the time we met, but I knew the day I met him that Christopher Davis was going to mean more to me than just being my boss.
For the past several months, I haven’t even thought of women.
But now leading Finley down the hallway to my bedroom, I am very much looking forward to getting her naked and running my hands and tongue all over her breasts and nipples, her clit, her pussy, and sinking deep and fucking her hard.
“Tell me what you like,” I tell her as I swing the door shut behind us and tug her toward the bed. I kick off my shoes, and she does the same.
She dressed casually for the dinner with her family, wearing pale blue linen pants that flare slightly at the bottom, a fitted white cotton top and a blue and white cardigan.
“I really like it all,” she says. “I love sex. And I’ve kind of had a lot of it.” She says it almost with a slight apology in her tone.
I chuckle as I come to stand in front of her. I wore simple khakis and a button-down shirt, but no tie and jacket. I start unbuttoning my shirt.
“Well, that is all very nice to hear and certainly don’t apologize on my behalf. What would you like me to do to you tonight?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and I can see the heat in them. She likes the way I phrased that.
“I think I would really like to have your mouth between my legs to start,” she says.
I wonder if she’s testing me. Wondering if I actually mean she can haveanything. Wondering if I actually know my way around a woman’s body. She certainly picked up on the chemistry between Christopher and me right away. Is she skeptical about my talents when it comes to the opposite gender?
Oh, I can’t wait to show her.
“Happily,” I tell her as I shrug out of my shirt, leaving me just in a tee and my khakis. I reach out and push the cardigan off her shoulders. She lets it drop to the floor at her feet. “Do you want me to undress you or do you want to undress for me?” I ask.
“Undress me,” she says, her voice a little breathless now.
I skim my fingers from her shoulders down her arms, then move my hands to her hips, squeezing, then sliding them under the edge of her shirt and running them up until I find bareskin. She shivers slightly, and I already love everything about touching her.
I slide my hands up, taking her shirt with them. She raises her hands over her head so I can strip the shirt off. I toss it on top of mine and then reach behind for the hooks of her bra.
