Page 13 of Dating the Boss

Her gaze is on the bulge I can’t hide in my pants, but at least I’m no longer tenting them. “Yes.”

“Clear what you can from my calendar, otherwise you have seven more hours of this—” I kiss her cheek and then press the button on the remote again “—to look forward to.”

“Oh, fuck me.” She hisses under her breath as I open the door.

“I plan to.” I chuckle on my way out of the office. “See you at lunch, Miss Pierce.”

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I don’t fuck with her at lunch because I don’t want her panting or breaking into uncontrollable cussing fits in front of the board members. That’s not to say I don’t send her a couple five-second zaps when the conversation is loud and animated. Camden seems to be the only one attune to her demeanor which is certainly distracted compared to normal, and while I didn’t tell him anything about last night or this morning, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know me well enough to find her fidgeting amusing.

I might have gotten the butterfly vibrator idea from him.

Brooklyn was unable to clear my calendar—meeting after meeting with individual board members, new investors, and one new customer filling my afternoon. By five o’clock, she’s damn near pissy with me, unable to hide her frustration from everyone who walks into the office. Margot thinks it’s because she’s PMSing, and who knows what the investors or new customer think. Honestly, I don’t give a fuck, as long as they get out of my office soon.

“Are you ready to go?” I say to Brooklyn after the elevator doors close on our potential new customer.

Her eyes flash wildly as she grabs her purse. “I have to run home first.”

“No way I’m letting you out of my sight.” I flash her an evil grin.

She glances around and then lowers her voice. “My panties are soaked. I have to go home and clean up.”

“And give you a chance to get yourself off? Fuck no. Get your purse and meet me in the garage.”

Two minutes later, she’s exiting the elevator and slipping into my passenger seat. “Where’s your overnight bag?”

“It’s in my car on the next level.”

We swing by her car and are on the road with barely a word spoken between us. She’s stewing, and it makes me even harder to know that she’s possibly on the verge of lashing out, demanding what she wants in the form of orgasms. I’d love for her to sass me right now. It’ll only drive me to keep denying her that much longer. “What’s wrong, B?”

“B?” she snaps, her eyes sparking a fiery emerald green, which is a new color from her usual muted gray-blue or aqua.

“Baby?” I grin. “Buttercup? Babydoll? What should I call you out of the office?”

She ignores me; her gaze locked on to my crotch as she folds her arms over her chest. “I’m going to get you back for today. Somehow, I’m going to make you pay.”

For that, I give her fifteen seconds of vibration.

She grips the armrest with one hand, the fingers on her other digging into my thigh, and whimpers, “Please, Coulter, let me come.”

“Not yet.” I smile and hit the turn signal. We’re about ten miles from my house, which used to be my grandfather’s home in Starlight Park, but most of the roads are two-lane, so the traffic up the wooded pass can sometimes slow down my commute. I coordinated catering to arrive at five, and since they have a code to the house, I hope they have dinner set and are out of there by the time we arrive, because I’m not a damn bit hungry for food right now, and I don’t want to wait another second to taste her.

She slides her hand up my thigh and uses the heel of her palm to massage my aching cock. “What if I teased you mercilessly? How would you like that?”

I reach down and unbuckle my belt, popping open the button for my slacks. “Be my guest.”

She looks around us and then through the tinted back windshield before a mischievous smile lights up her beautiful face. Pulling down my zipper, she unbuckles her seatbelt and moves until she’s leaning over the center console to free my cock from my trousers. I adjust the steering wheel and lean my chair back slightly, giving her plenty of access.

“Don’t wreck.” She licks her lips and then lowers her head, taking my swollen cock deep into her hot mouth.

Yes, I’ve been edging her all day, but I’ve also been hard and achy too. Smelling her arousal in my office, feeling her curves rub against my cock, knowing she was a throbbing, hot, sticky, wet mess because of me—for me—kept me on the verge of jacking off all day.

Honestly, I’m surprised either of us got anything done today.

“Oh, fuck, your mouth is so good.” I grip the steering wheel with my left hand and use my right to grab a fist full of her hair. I wish I could watch as my cock passes through her plump lips but getting us home alive is more important—although if I had to die, that would be the sight to make me die happy.

She works me for a minute, alternating between fast and slow, but I’m so worked up that my release builds as my balls tighten up. Before I get too close, she pops me free from her mouth, her lips spreading into a satisfied smirk as she plops back down into her seat. “Oh, no, Mr. Manning. Not yet.”

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