Page 15 of My Forbidden Boss

Wesley laughed again, and I felt a surge of pride at having coaxed such light-heartedness out of him in just a few hours. »Perhaps it could be negotiable if you offer the right counter-proposal.« His voice sounded a tad husky, sending a thrill through my body.

»Don’t worry. No Elvis and no chapel! Just a few pinball machines!«

»That sounds considerably more sensible.«

»Sensibility, Mr. Crush, is the last thing I am interested in tonight.«

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Two hours later, we had checked off a number of items from my list. A gondola ride in Venice, losing a hundred dollars on pinball machines without regret, visiting flamingos at the Flamingo Hotel, and devouring two bags of M&M’s at M&M World.

Now, we were standing in a gigantic gondola in the world’s second-largest Ferris wheel, marveling at the beautiful, twinkling lights that transformed the dark desert into a mesmerizing spectacle. A single revolution of the wheel took half an hour. I clung to the safety rail, scarcely able to tear my eyes from the sight. Usually, more than two visitors filled the vast gondolas, but at this late hour, the Ferris wheel wasn’t quite so full. Plus, I had distinctly noticed Wesley slipping the vendor a few extra bills. Had he planned to be alone with me, or was he simply trying to give me a perfect ending to the evening?

»Are you tired?« he asked, leaning against the window beside me. I turned to face him. It had worked surprisingly well, pretending for the past few hours that we were just two people enjoying each other’s company. Almost like normal friends.

»Not in the slightest,« I replied. »And you?«

He shook his head slowly. He was so close I could smell his perfume again. Since the roller coaster ride, we had barely distanced ourselves from one another, our touches coming naturally and fleetingly. More than friends.

»Did you enjoy it? You did manage to cross off more than two items after all.«

»Absolutely. Now all you need is a bucket list, and I’m ready to help.«

»Maybe I already have one.«

»Oh, really?«

Closer still. His proximity was intoxicating. The gondola was at its highest point, yet I had little attention left for the view. It was Wesley’s deep blue eyes that lured me. »With one item on it.«

»And what might that be?« My voice had dwindled to a whisper. I felt his hands on my waist, stepping even closer.

This evening and the night had only brought us closer together. Showing us what we could have if not for a myriad of reasons against it.

His gaze brushed over my lips like the softest touch. »To kiss you again,« he murmured, igniting a fire within me. I wanted it, oh God, how much I wanted him to strike that item off his list. Burning desire shunted my reason to the sidelines.

»We’re off duty,« I reminded him that he too was allowed to live. »I want it too,« I whispered. He looked into my eyes, seeking assurance that I was indeed consenting? His gaze darkened, and for the first time, I saw the unfiltered, raw desire raging in Wesley’s eyes.

The Ferris wheel halted, probably to let someone in. For my part, this moment could have lasted forever. The entire night. But this night was fleeting, and we only had a narrow window of time to do what our bodies craved.

He placed his hand on my cheek, and I nestled into his touch. Roughly, his finger traced over my lips, and I could barely muster a coherent thought. I placed my hands on his shoulders, pressing myself shamelessly and needily against him. He growled before finally replacing his finger with his mouth. His kiss was hard and firm. I parted my lips, and his tongue passionately invaded my mouth, massaging mine until everything inside me surged like a tempestuous sea. He pressed me against the glass of the gondola, propping himself up with one hand while devoting himself fully to our kiss. His other hand moved to my throat, lightly holding me there. The touch only fuelled my frenzy, my center tightening with longing. Up until now, I had always insisted on equality in a relationship, even during a one-night stand, but in this moment, with Wesley’s relentless fingers on my throat, I wanted to know what it felt like to be dominated by him. I wanted him to take me, felt his heavy, rapid heartbeat against my chest, the hardness of his cock pressing against me, intensifying the tingling sensation as he moved even closer.

»Wesley,« I moaned between our kisses. His hand trailed down, over my breast, my sides, to the slit of my dress. I spread my legs wider for him, his fingers slipping past the fabric, lightly brushing my inner thigh. The magnitude of my desire for him was maddening. Lust surged through my veins, threatening to drive me over the edge. I forgot where we were. I forgot time, my name, consequences.

Wesley broke away from my mouth and scattered kisses down my neck, my décolleté, licking over my skin until I whimpered.

»Do you want me?« I gasped. Wesley pulled back to look at me. His eyes were like a dark, raging river.

»I’ve wanted you for so long.« He pressed his mouth to my ear, lightly biting my earlobe and licking over it. »I want you hard and fast, Bri, I want you deep and slow, sweet and dirty. I want you in every conceivable way I can have you.«

»Then take all of me.«

13

Wesley

Ikicked the door shut with my foot and pressed Bri against the wall next to it. Her breaths came quickly and irregularly, traces of my kisses visible on her lips. Slowly, I traced upward along her thigh, lightly running my thumb over her skin through the slit in the fabric, hearing her soft moan. Damn, her moans brought me to the brink of my sanity, and I felt like a seventeen-year-old again. Too old and far from innocent enough to be a child, too young to understand anything about this damned world.

But time was on my side, by now I knew very well what I could give Bri. Even if it was just for this one night.

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