Page 18 of Boss Unyielding (Boss 1)

She smiled, then pushed the door open and inched her way inside her room. Turning back towards the hallway, she said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

He nodded, then stood up straight and turned to stroll unhurriedly toward his own room. He heard her door click shut behind him, and the world fell quiet. All except the fever of thoughts barraging through his mind.

Every cell in his body wanted him to turn around. It was wrong, though. He was her boss, and therefore she was off limits. He knew it was wrong. He couldn’t act on his selfish desires.

Selfish. He laughed to himself. There was nothing selfish about what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to tease and worship her body, push her beyond her limits of pleasure. He wanted to stroke the curves of her smooth skin until she writhed with want beneath him.

He reached his door and slid the card key to unlock it. He watched the green light flash in succession, then back to red. He didn’t move.

“Fuck it,” he said, turning back toward the direction of her door, taking long strides in a rush to get back to her.

Knock, knock, knock.

She had just kicked off her shoes and was going for the clasp behind her neck to unhook and remove her shirt when she heard the knock on the door. She had stood behind it for what seemed like minutes, her heart pounding, knowing she wanted more. A part of her wanted to run down the hall and stop Rogan from leaving. She wanted to see if he would turn her away if she just went for it and kissed him. She wanted so much for him to just stay with her and take her in his arms.

When the moment had passed, she resigned to getting ready for bed. Now, she was walking to the door to see who was knocking.

She didn’t think to ask who it was. She just pulled the door open, and suddenly, his big, strong arms were around her, pulling her to him, and his mouth was claiming hers. Instinct took over, and she parted her lips to allow his kiss to deepen.

His hands were in her long, brown hair, and he began brushing it away from her shoulders before he snaked his arms around her waist, trailing his splayed fingers down her body, and cupping her ass, just before lifting her up onto him so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

With her wrapped tightly around him, he backed out of the room, carried her down the hall and into his own room, closing the door behind them.

THIRTEEN

Rogan carried Farren through his dark hotel suite, into the bedroom as she clung to him like her life depended on it. His eyes were intense and looking straight into hers with her forehead pressed to his. Their lips hovered dangerously close to the others’, and their quickened breathing was the only audible sound either of them made.

In the soft light cast by the moon that shone through the window, she brushed her thumb over the scar just below his lower lip, then peppered kisses on and around it until finally landing one long, languid kiss on his mouth, tasting the soft flesh as she pulled it into her mouth, gently sucking and nipping.

He approached the King bed and reluctantly released her. She slid down the front of his body, reveling in the contact, unwilling to put any more space between them than she had to. She could feel the rock-hard muscles of his chest and abs through the fabric of her clothes and his, and the thought of touching his bare skin had her clawing at the buttons on his shirt, just as he brushed his large hands down the sides of her body to slip beneath the hem of her shirt and pull it up over hear head. She lifted her arms up just long enough to allow him to remove it, and then she went right back to unfastening the remainder of his buttons.

He caressed his hands down the smooth skin of her back, leaving a path of chill bumps as they went, and then he allowed her to push his shirt off his shoulders. The shirt no sooner hit the ground than his lips were claiming hers once more, and he pressed forward, guiding her back onto the bed.

He ran his hand up the middle of her stomach until he came to the soft mounds of her breasts. His fingers worked their way beneath the underwire of her bra, and she found herself holding her breath as he grazed the sensitized flesh of her nipples.

She almost felt disappointed when his hands abandoned their delicious massaging and trailed back down her body, until he slid them down, hooking his fingers on the waist of her jeans and panties, slipping them down her long, smooth legs.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering above her with his arms holding him up from either side of her body. She was aching for his touch, and he obliged, bringing his lips down to her neck, tasting her soft flesh with a gentle caress of his tongue.

He settled between her legs, which she quickly wrapped around him again, leveraging him closer to her, and the hard bulge in his pants pressed into her, rubbed against her most sensitive flesh, making her ache for him even more. He wasn’t about to let it happen that quick, though, and he took his time, exploring her body with his hands, with his mouth, unhooking her bra and grazing it off of her in slow, unhurried movements.

When he noticed her trying to work his pants down, he rose off her and stood, making quick work of removing his slacks, then climbed back onto the bed beside her, leaning on his right elbow with his right hand cupping the back of her h

ead. His left hand pressed to her abdomen, fingers splayed, and he pressed into her flesh, moving it downward with a delicious pressure that, once he reached her mound, had her moaning with desire and pleasure.

His lips pressed to hers, pliant but assertive, only seconds before he thrust a firm finger onto the throbbing nub of her clit, and he swallowed her soft cries of delight as the sensations rocked through her body. Just before she found her release, his hand moved from its gratifying ministrations and left her aching, begging for more.

“Oh, God, please don’t stop,” she cried, breathless.

And though her pleas went unanswered, he shifted, pulling her up to straddle him where he sat on the bed. She quickly complied, pressing her body against his, flesh against flesh, taking in the warmth of his bare skin on hers. She could feel his erection beneath her, and all of her feminine parts were screaming for him to press it into her.

She traced her hands over the dark tattoos that covered his chest, arms, and back. The curves of his muscles were like nothing she had ever felt before, so strong and powerful beneath her that she could feel her body trembling in his arms. She found herself drawn to him, wanting to drink him in as she pressed her lips to the stubble peppering his jaw. Her hands roamed freely over the hard, defined lines and smooth grooves of his chest, memorizing every curve of his body and committing them to her memory.

He stroked her hair back behind her shoulders and took her breast into his mouth, circling the soft, warm flesh of his tongue around it. She began circling her hips, grinding into him, needing the one thing he hadn’t given her.

“Rogan, please, please…” Make love to me, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t let the words escape her. She wasn’t about to ruin it now.

He grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers into her skin, steadying her, but the red-hot desire, the burning need inside her making her want him to press into her elsewhere would not be quelled.

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