Page 39 of Heartless Boss
“The world must be coming to an end if Gia Gallagher is flirting with me.”
I should send him to his room, but he’s funny when he’s drunk.
“Show me your panties.” He slurs his words again.
“How much alcohol have you had?”
“A bottle of tequila.” He continues to tug on the hem of my nightgown, watching me with a blazing fire in his eyes.
Should I let him see?
I shouldn’t be entertaining the thought of letting Gunner see me in my panties. It’s inappropriate. Well, everything about our relationship is inappropriate.
As butterflies dance in my stomach I stand from the couch and move between his legs. Breathing deeply, I watch as his eyes grow intense as they slowly trail up to my thighs while I pull up my nightgown just to my waist so he won’t see the battle scars on my lower stomach. The cool air tickles my butt cheeks and I bite my bottom lip.
Does he like what he sees?
I don’t have a body like a model or stripper. I’m skinny with small breasts I can cup in my hands. My body is ugly.
Oh, no, he’s too quiet. He must not like what he sees.
“Turn around,” he orders, and my heart leaps in my chest as I do what he says. “You have a nice ass. I want to fuck and lick it.”
My body tenses as I feel his warm hand on my hip. His touch burns my skin. There’s no denying my body aches for him.
“Did you know orgasms lower the risk of a stroke and heart disease?” I blurt out.
I cover my mouth with my hand.Just shut up, Gia. Stop talking. If I keep this up, I’m going to die of embarrassment.
“Why are you nervous?” His hot breath tickles my butt cheeks.
“I-I don’t know.” The words come out breathless. His touch makes me feel like I’ve been deprived of intimacy.
Nine years of no sex is a long time.
“Good nervous or bad nervous?” His plump lips touch my left butt cheek and heat rushes to my sex.
“Good nervous.” I close my eyes and imagine what would happen if I let him do all the dirty things to me I fantasize about at night. The women in college used to rave about how good he is in the sheets, and how he screws like a god.
“Good.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear and slowly pulls them down to mid-thigh, then rubs his nose against each cheek, biting my flesh and kissing his marks. And I bite my lip to keep from moaning. My vagina is so hot, I’m about to combust. I want to see his face, the way he looks as he’s touching me.
“I’ve been wanting to use and abuse your pussy and mouth since college.”
Shocked, I turn my torso to look at him.
“You have?” I jerk my head back.
“That’s why I showed up at the library every day. I was obsessed with you.” He kisses the dip between my lower back and butt and I want to melt into him. “Let me fuck you and show you how you make me feel.”
“H-how do I make you feel?” I whimper.
“Like a needy, tortured soul who wants to break loose from his demons.”
Good. Now he knows how it feels to want someone you can’t have.
When he twirls me around, he gently nibbles on my clit, and I let out a moan as I thrust my fingers through his thick silky hair.
Slowly, I move my hips in motion, humping his face as he removes his tongue. “You’re teasing me,” I whisper. I’ve never wanted to have an orgasm more than I want to right now. I need to release.
