Page 40 of Dating the Boss
I had wondered if he had much experience with men, and his wicked tongue put that question to bed real fast. He definitely knew what he was doing. The sensation of his mouth was intoxicating.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” I said, surprised I could talk at all with how hard my heart was beating.
“That’s the point.” Daniel gripped my base and smoothed his lips over my swollen head.
“Not if we’re gonna fuck.”
“I don’t have lube or condoms,” he said.
“Yeah, well,Ido. My overnight bag, remember?”
“I thought you just had clothes and dry shampoo in there.”
“It’s my hookup bag,” I said, amused by the hardness in his eyes. Was he jealous? “I have lube and a whole box of condoms.”
“A whole box, huh?” He crawled back up my body until his face was inches from mine. “How many are gone, I wonder?”
“How many, indeed.” I gripped his sides, finding the combination of hard muscle and soft skin irresistible. “You should totally go get them and find out.”
Daniel pecked me on the lips before hopping out of bed.
I turned to my side and grinned as he rifled through my bag. I checked out his thick thighs, sexy calves, and back up to the little dimples of his lower back. He was honestly the hottest fucking guy I’d ever had the pleasure of rolling around in bed with.
“I feel your eyes on me,” he said before grabbing the small bottle of lube and taking a condom from the pack.
“If you weren’t so hot, I’d be able to keep my eyes off you.”
“Good thing I don’t want you to.” Daniel came back over to the bed and popped the cap on the lube. “I don’t want you to keep your hands off me either. Not anymore.”
Yet, he was the one who put his hands onme.And god did it feel incredible.
He slicked a finger with lube before smoothing it around my hole. Not entering. Teasing. When he finally slid it in, he only went knuckle-deep. The man had big hands and long beautiful fingers.
“Do you play piano?” I asked as he moved it inside me. “Because you’re hitting all my right chords.”
Daniel stopped moving his hand and dropped his forehead to my chest, his big body shaking with a quiet laugh.
“What? You don’t like my pickup line?” I asked, then grinned when he lifted his head. “It was a serious question. You have the perfect hands for piano.”
“Is that so?” Daniel slid his finger deeper before withdrawing it nearly all the way and diving back in.
“Mhm.” I bit my bottom lip. “I was in high school marching band, so I know these things.”
“You were in band?” he asked, adding a second finger to the mix.
“Yep. I played the tuba.”
His laugh wasn’t quiet this time. I’d never heard him laugh without reserve, and the hearty sound of it warmed my heart. “You played the tuba? Really?”
“I’m good at blowing horns, what can I say?”
Though amused, Daniel didn’t let it stop him from his mission. His fingers were working magic inside me. “You’ll need to play for me sometime. I need to see this.”
“Hey, what’s so funny?”
“Just picturing you with a tuba,” he said, smiling down at me as he angled his hand so his fingers could slide in deeper. “I’m sure the instrument was bigger than you.”
“One day, you’ll walk into work and I’ll be sitting on your desk with a tuba. As soon as you come through the door, I’ll play ‘The Imperial March’ fromStar Wars. If you don’t know what that is, I’m sorry, we can’t be friends.”
