Page 16 of Dating the Boss

Probably should have thought about birth control before we started. I want her in my life forever, but starting a family tonight isn’t ideal for either of us. Although soon isn’t the worst idea either.

“Faster. Please.”

“Are you on the pill, baby?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please, faster.”

That’s all I need to know. I pull her thigh up, spreading her wider, and give her exactly what she wants. Her cunt clamps down on me, her orgasm roaring through her body as she tosses her head back and chants my name mixed with a collection of curses and praises. She pulsates around me and I’m not far behind her, growling my release as I clamp my teeth down on her neck, marking her as my own.

* * *

“Are you hungry now?” We’ve laid in each other’s arm for fifteen minutes in relative silence, both coming down from our orgasmic highs, and I think, at least for me, appreciating this moment for what it is—the moment I finally got the woman of my dreams in my bed.

They say when you meet the one, you know it. I knew it in the last few minutes of Brooklyn’s interview, when she’d finally relaxed and let some of her snarky personality come through, that I wanted her.

Now I have her in my bed, but I’m nowhere near done with her for the night.

“I’m starved,” she says as her tummy growls.

“Let’s take a shower and then eat dinner.” I rise up on an elbow and use my fingertips to trace circles over her breasts.

She sighs, a content smile on her face. “I’m not sure my legs are working. I’ve never felt so heavy and boneless at the same time.”

“Dinner in bed sounds good to me, too.” I lean forward and pull her nipple into my mouth, using my teeth to cause her to gasp and arch into me. She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my head in place.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmurs as she plays with my hair.

“What’s that?”

“This.” She motions around the room. “You, me, here, now.”

I gaze into her eyes, a fleeting insecurity running through my veins. I’ve always suspected she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but did I even give her a chance to say so yesterday before pinning her against the wall? Did I ever give her a chance to tell me no? Yeah, I did, but was she afraid to tell me no because I’m the boss? Shit! Am I in the wrong here?

“I always thought you were subtly flirting with me with your sass. Was I wrong? Did I misread the situation, Brooklyn? Do you not want to be here?”

She must hear the minor panic in my voice because she cups my cheek, her eyes wide, and emphatically shakes her head. “No! You weren’t wrong. I’ve been dreaming about you since Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

Smiling, she lightly runs her fingers down my face. “I’ve always been attracted to you, but it was at the Christmas party, when we hung out after everyone left, that I fully fell head over heels for you.”

I smile, remembering that night fondly. I almost crossed a line that night, the setting so perfect, the only thing that would have made it better would have been a kiss under the moonlight. “It was a magical night.”

“But I never thought I’d be here.” She points to the bed.

“I’m glad you are.” I smile when her stomach growls again. “Let’s take a shower.”

* * *

I take her from behind in the shower, wishing I had a camera to capture the image of her pressed up against the glass—her hands held captive by mine above her head, her cheek pushed against the shower wall, mouth agape as she moans my name, water droplets skewing the image of us in some artful way. I’d love to have that blown up in black and white, hanging over my bed, our bed, our private space. Maybe she’ll agree in the upcoming weeks, after she’s moved in and looks to remake my space into ours.

I’d expect nothing less.

She arches her back, pushing her ass into the air, and brings one foot up on the shower bench, giving me perfect access to her tight cunt. She’s hot and slippery, slick with her arousal, making it too easy for me to pump into her as fast or as slow as I like. I reach around and find her clit plump and eager to be teased, and circle it with my middle finger until she’s panting and begging me to join her. Her inner walls clamp down and then quiver around me, bringing my release on fast and furious.

We stay frozen in our position, my arm wrapped tightly around her waist, my forehead resting between her shoulder blades as I work to catch my breath. My body shutters as I remove myself from her warm, welcoming depths, as if I intrinsically know that I belong with her, inside her, at all times.

She glances over her shoulder, causing me to bring my head up. The satiated smile on her face fills me with a loving warmth. I’ll do anything to keep that look on her face for the rest of our lives.

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