Page 81 of The Boss and the Wedding Mess
I kiss this incredibly arousing woman and push her harder against the shelf behind her. London first puts both hands on my chest before she starts halfheartedly pounding her small fists against it. She couldn’t even pop a bubble with that. I know how strong she is and what power lies in those thin little arms when she decides to use it.
Nah, this is more like her desperate attempt to make herself listen to reason. It’s probably a faint whisper, and it’s now falling completely silent. Her heart and her arousal are taking over, because suddenly her arms are around my neck and she’s kissing me back.
“Should I stop?” I ask provocatively.
Of course, I already know the answer, but her startled look is pure delight.
“Are you nuts?”
I smile triumphantly, spin her around, and grab both her wrists. I make sure she can hold onto one of the upper shelves while pressing my hips against her firm ass. She gasps greedily, though nothing has even happened yet.
“Not here. We can’t. What if someone hears us?”
“Nobody needs to hear us. Everyone knows what we’re doing back here. Do you want to disappoint them?”
“Oh God…” she breathes desperately.
Oh yes, she knows what’s coming. Everyone in the club will stare at her and celebrate me as the king who managed to hook up with her.
She only has to say no, and I’ll stop.
“We can still stop,” I offer again.
“Shut up!”
I laugh softly and slide my hands over her arms, down her sides, along her hips.
“There’s still time. We could sneak out the back and find another boxing club.”
“But I don’t want you to stop now…”
“You want me to keep talking?”
I tease, running my hands over her stomach, her ribs, and sliding my fingertips under her sports bra. I push the fabric up over her breasts, which I hold, massage, and caress with both hands gladly. Each one a perfect handful, just the way I like it. As if God himself shaped her breasts to fit my hands. Like two puzzle pieces once carved from the same piece.
“Of course not,” she utters desperately and leaves it to me to undress her.
That’s quickly done. I run my hands down her stomach and grab her workout pants. Together with her panties, I pull both down—just far enough to access everything I want.
“Oh fuck,” she moans willingly, making it crystal clear how much she enjoys what I’m doing to her. This time it’s different than at her apartment or my house. This time it’s quick. Greedy. Wild. As if it were just a meaningless one-night stand.
Nothing more.
Chapter 25
London
It’s already over after a minute, maybe two. I can’t believe what I’ve gotten myself into again.
While Alexander gets dressed, I need another moment. My legs are trembling, and I’m glad I can hold onto the shelf for support. That was intense.
I swallow, collect myself, stand up straight, and put my clothes back in place.
“Do I get the PIN now?” I ask, giving him an angry look.
Actually, I’m mad at myself, because I hadn’t wanted to do this anymore. I was so proud of holding out all day, and then this…
“Did you only have sex with me to get the PIN?” he asks skeptically.
