Page 7 of Bad Boss

“Do you need anything?” Seeing her standing there in shorts and a tank top wipes my brain clean of thoughts.

Losing my mind, I let my erection answer for me. “I could use a sponge bath.” The words are out past my lips before I’m able to stop them.

“We never negotiated that service.” She moves toward me, and my cock steadily leaks into my pajama pants. My breath catches in my throat when Lynette drops to her knees in front of me and runs her soft hand slowly up my thigh. Her aqua eyes move to my lap and widen. “It looks like you could use a little help with that.”

Boy, could I ever. I cover her hand with mine and manage to mumble, “Don’t tease me.”

“Am I sexually harassing you?” She leans over and runs her finger around the top of my waistband.

“Harass away.” I stare into her eyes and see hunger that matches my own shining back at me. I’m too far gone to keep up the teasing. My breath stalls in my throat, and I have to push the words past the constriction. “Please touch me.”

Lynette slides her hand over the front of my thin pajamas, and I groan loudly when she strokes my erect cock through the material. I lift my hips to press harder into her touch and almost come. My girl slips her hand under the waistband, and I jump when her finger brushes the tip of my shaft.

“Commando?” She bites her bottom lip. I’ve been going without underwear since my accident. The last thing I want to do is piss myself when I can’t get my fucking briefs off in time.

“I’m an invalid,” I explain. “I need easy access.”

She closes her soft hand around my erection and I see stars. I barely understand the words she’s whispering against my chest. “I can help you any time you need me. All you have to do is ask.” My fucking broken limbs are getting in the way.

“Please touch me,” I beg. My head drops back as she slowly strokes my cock. There’s no way I’ll make love to my soulmate tonight, but I can’t resist enjoying her touch. My legs shake as pleasure roars through my blood, and I wrap my good hand around the back of Lynette’s neck to pull her close for my kiss. Her tongue tangles with mine, and I curse the goddamn casts keeping me from fucking her right. When she gently bites my bottom lip while pumping my cock, I almost come in her tight grip. I pull back and lay my forehead against hers. “I can’t wait to do this properly,” I admit. “Four weeks and two days before I’m free to fuck the ever-living hell out of you.”

“We don’t have to wait.” She kisses the side of my neck. “I can do all the work.”

“Over my dead body.” I pull her up next to me. My cock hates me when she releases her hold.

Lynette sits next to me and lays her head on my shoulder. “I might die of frustration before then.” That makes two of us.

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The next fourweeks are the longest of my life. Don’t get me wrong, having my soulmate living under my roof is heaven, but having to wait to make her mine is hell. The physical therapy is torture but my limbs are getting stronger. I’m planning to put my healed limbs to good use when they remove these fucking casts.

The night before my doctor’s appointment, Lynette sits next to me and I notice the tension coursing through her curvy body. “What’s wrong, love?” I pull her close and kiss her luscious lips.

“You’re almost healed.” She swallows. “I’m so happy you’re getting those casts off, but I hate the thought of moving out.”

“Why would you move out?” There’s no way I’m letting her leave me.

Lynette stares at me for a few moments, and I wonder if I’ll have to kidnap her once these casts are gone. “Well,” she blinks several times, “my job is ending.”

“No, it isn’t,” I argue. “It’s all just starting.”

“What?” She isn’t grasping what I mean, and frustration cuts through me. I’ve always had trouble expressing my true feelings, and that inability is biting me in the ass when it’s most important.

“Our life together.” I pull her curvy body close. “It’s just beginning.” I place my hand under her chin and lift until she’s staring into my eyes. “I won’t ever let you go.”

CHAPTER7

LYNETTE

As I drive backto Eric’s house from Dr. Nelson’s office, I glance over at his pale right arm. It’s funny to see him without the wrist-to-shoulder cast. “How does it feel?”

I want to make sure he isn’t in pain. Dr. Nelson assured us the fractures have completely healed. Now, Eric will undergo intense physical therapy to regain full use of his limbs. “Not bad.” He shrugs. “When we get home, I can do whatever I want with you.” I look down at his lap and watch the hardness grow behind the soft sweatpants. “I’ve waited a long time to make you mine.”

“Promises, promises,” I manage to squeak past my dry throat.

“Nope.” He reaches for my hand and rubs circles on my palm with his thumb. “That’s a guarantee.”

By the time we walk into the dark house, I’m a mess of nerves thinking about what’s to come. I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I should warn him about my sexual experience. Or, actually, my total lack of experience.

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