Page 36 of Tempting Her Forbidden Boss

His chest was squashing hers but she didn’t mind. In fact, she loved the weight and the hardness of it—loved the feeling of being trapped beneath him. She arched, seeking. ‘Alex.’

‘What?’ He pressed kisses to her neck, his body warming hers, his hand cupping, clasping.

‘Don’t tease me.’

‘Who says I’m teasing?’ His eyes glinted. ‘Sex as good as this doesn’t happen that often. You have to admit that.’

She looked up at him. Surprised into silence. So this was off the charts for him too? Her excitement ratcheted an impossible degree higher.

His whole body flexed. He knew—he’d felt the tremor of response in her body. He lifted, repositioned, pressed even harder against her. ‘You know how incredible this is, Dani.’ He thrust home and every last thought fled in the warmth of feeling that engulfed her.

‘Tell me how it feels,’ he asked, teeth gritted, body rigid.

She was so aware of his strength. The strength she now had inside her—barely leashed, about to burst through her. But it didn’t frighten her. All the fear she’d had bottled inside for years had vanished in the instant he’d taken her, chased away by the absolute feeling ofrightness.

‘Good.’ She managed to breathe—unable to be anything but honest. ‘So good. So good.’ So much better than good.

He released her wrists. She swept her hands over his back, tracing the muscles, and then stretched to clasp his shoulders, her fingers spread wide. She arched up to him—loving the heat and weight and power of him.

Staying slow wasn’t something either of them could manage. The ability to form words faded, sighs sounded instead. Faster they moved. Pushing closer, rotating so the friction grew unbearable. And yet he had just enough discipline—changing the angle, watching her face, waiting those few minutes until she could no longer hold back. Her body went taut, every cell seizing, her breath caught for an endless moment. And then she convulsed— shuddering with the spasms of delight that ravaged through her.

His grip broke, his body freed to move as fast and hard as it craved to, his hands holding her so close and his groan gorgeously rough in her ears.

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When she opened her eyes it was morning already and she was alone. Maybe she’d somehow staggered down to her own room during the night? How would she know? All she could remember was the way they’d moved together—how many times had it been? She blinked, shifting the all-too-delicious images from her head, and focused. No, this wasn’t the spare room. This was his room. She slipped out of the bed gingerly, then made a dash for her bedroom. Saw it wasn’t yet seven. Wow. He did rise early.

She showered, trying to soothe her still hypersensitive skin and dressed. By the time she got to the kitchen he was in place—breakfast half eaten. He stood as soon as she appeared. ‘I’ve got an omelette for you ready to go.’

‘I can’t eat a rich breakfast.’

‘You need sustenance. You didn’t get much sleep last night.’ Well, he’d had even less. ‘What time did you get up?’

‘I get up at five.’

‘Why?’ Madness. Especially on a Saturday.

His phone beeped and he flashed a grin. ‘There are bankers awake in all twenty-four hours of the day. And people always want their questions answered now.’

Really? It was all work? She pointed at his phone. ‘You just set this up to try to impress me. Make me think you’re an amazingly committed worker.’

‘You don’t think I am?’

Of course she did. But she couldn’t resist teasing him. ‘First impressions, Alex. First time I saw you, you were wandering around the office like a butterfly—stopping to chat and smile and make the place pretty while the worker ants got it all done for you.’

He didn’t seem remotely offended, just sent a lecherous look over her body. ‘Want to know my first impression of you?’

‘No.’

‘Chicken.’

‘I’m not biting.’

‘No, that was my first impression of you. A little scaredy cat in the lift.’

She tilted her chin and called him on it. ‘You’d been staring at me for days before the lift incident. That wasn’t your first impression.’

His smile widened. ‘My very first impression I can’t say aloud. It wouldn’t be gentlemanly.’

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