Page 15 of Dating the Boss

He’s unhurried as he undresses me, his gaze tracing over every inch of my exposed flesh. The look on his face is one of awe or reverence, and any self-consciousness I may have felt when naked in front of a man vanishes under Coulter’s loving gaze.

He kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his shirt, but when he takes it off, I can’t help but suck in my breath. He’s even more magnificent than I imagined on the rare occasions I’ve seen him in his workout clothes. There’s a light smattering of hair across his chest, which gets thicker as it forms a trail down below his belt, and I can’t wait to trace every inch of him with my hands and tongue.

“You like what you see?” He chuckles and grabs one of my ankles, settling it on his shoulder.

“Very much.”

“Good, because I’m loving every inch of you—starting now.” He presses light kisses against my calf and up my thigh until he’s using his tongue to lap against my slick folds. It takes nothing to bring me to the edge, and just as I’m about to crest over, he stops and pins with me another wicked grin.

“No!!!!” I scream, damn near in tears with my frustration at an all-time high.

He chuckles and slips two fingers inside of my weeping pussy. “Trust me, baby. You’re going to come harder than you ever have in your life.”

I’m gushing after only a couple strokes, sticky wet arousal dripping out of me in a way I’ve never experienced. And then he has his mouth on me again, sucking my clit between his teeth, sending me spiraling over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life. I’m screaming incoherent obscenities, one hand gripping the sheet, the other grabbing a fistful of his thick, wavy hair.

My release hits me hard, almost painfully, until I edge over—my entire body convulsing in a violent tremor. Everything’s a blur. A hazy film covers my vision, and I can’t hear over my heavy, panting breath. Fed up with trying to focus on anything, I close my eyes. My hands tingle as I stretch out my fingers, shaking them awake as if they’ve fallen asleep, my limbs heavy.

“That was perfect, Brooklyn. You are perfect.” Without me realizing, because apparently, I just had an out-of-body experience, Coulter has worked his way up my body and is holding me in his arms, my cheek resting against his bicep, his chest pressed against my back. He strokes my hair patiently, waiting for my brain to reconnect to my mouth.

“Holy fuck.” It’s the best I’ve got, considering I feel like a puddle of porridge dumped on the floor.

He chuckles. “Was I right? Is that the hardest you’ve ever come?”

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” I try to sound stern, but I’m too worn out to fight.

“I refuse to promise you that, considering I plan to edge you often.” Nuzzling my neck, he runs his hand over my soft belly and cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I arch into his hand and press my ass back into him. He’s still wearing his slacks, so I reach back and slide my hand over the bulge in his pants, massaging him until he’s bucking against my palm.

He growls and clamps down on my shoulder with his teeth. “Are you ready for more?”

“Please.”

“Mmmm, baby. I love to hear you beg.”

8

COULTER

Iwasn’t sure how Brooklyn would do today. She’s not the most patient of women, and I knew I pushed her to her limit over seven hours. It certainly was a crash course with not only edging but also with me.

Honestly, I was a little worried she’d change her mind about me—about all of it—after a while.

But once I decided to cross the line that’s been between us since day one, I knew I had to go all in with her. She needed to get me at one hundred percent or not at all because I don’t want any secrets between us, ever—and this is who I am.

I release her and undo my pants, shucking them and my boxers off in a non-sexy display of flailing legs. It doesn’t matter right now, not when I’m this desperate to get inside of her.

I’ll work on my seduction techniques later.

She giggles and rolls toward me. “Finally.”

“Finally, what?” I return to running my hands over her body, settling my body between her splayed legs. She’s soaked between her thighs, and I couldn’t be happier as I line my cock up against her shaved pussy.

Sucking in her breath, she smiles. “You’ve finally lost the stranglehold on your control. I was starting to think you didn’t want me.”

I push my hips forward, stretching and filling her in one thrust. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”

She gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

“You’re swollen, baby. Hot, wet, and tight after edging all day.” She feels amazing around my cock, so slippery wet that I’m finding it hard to control myself. She wasn’t the only one on edge all day, and after eight months of celibacy, I’m a few thrusts from exploding deep and hard inside of her.

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