Page 28 of My Forbidden Boss

»I’m sorry, it must have slipped my mind.«

He raised an eyebrow and slowly stood up. I noticed he didn’t bother to close his jacket this time. Was he planning to take it off?

He circled around my desk, my heart pounded harder against my chest as he stood in front of me, gently lifting my chin with his finger so that I had to look up at him. »What am I going to do with you?« He murmured.

»May I sincerely apologize?« I asked quietly. His gaze intensified, his arm lowering. He nodded, and I placed my hands on his belt and sank to my knees. As he realized what I intended to do, a deep gasp escaped him, instantly filling me with intense desire. I unfastened his pants, drew the zipper down torturously slow, and released his hard member from the confines of his tight boxer briefs. God, the sheer perfection of it sent a blazing fire through me.

His eyes briefly slid past me to the door, but I had taken precautions and knew full well he had no scheduled meeting. Still, there was the underlying fear that someone could walk in unannounced, but I had to admit that it added a layer of thrill to the situation.

As I brought my mouth to his broad tip, I caught his attention once again. He watched as I licked down the length of his perfect shaft and took him in my mouth for the first time. I felt the suppressed tremor of his muscles before his hand ran through my hair, his fingers threading through my strands. The entire atmosphere was heavy with languid desire; I performed my movements slowly, sucking hard as I reached his sensitive tip. His gasping morphed into a deep moan, pushing me to the edge.

»Stop,« he rasped, and I rose. He wasted no time in kissing me fervently, spinning me around, lifting me up so I could slide onto his desk. Standing in front of me, his expression firm, I couldn’t miss how heavily his chest was falling under his breaths. I expected him to touch me, to take me finally, but he didn’t. Instead, he just looked at me. »Pull up your skirt,« he commanded roughly, his own hand stroking his hard length as if needing to relieve himself. I couldn’t put into words how much the sight of him stirred me, causing an enticing tension to grip my core. Slowly, I put my hands on the hem and pulled it up, higher, until it bunched around my waist, giving Wesley a glimpse of my thigh-high stockings and the thin silk panties that could barely conceal my arousal. His eyes slightly widened as he took it in, but still, he held his gaze fixed on me, unmoving, scrutinizing the evidence of my lust for him, and my nipples that stood erect under the fabric of my blouse.

»Spread.« Obediently, I opened my legs wider, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip as if imagining how I tasted. Finally, he stepped closer, his fingers gliding over my swollen clit, circling and gently plucking it over the fabric. I braced myself with my hands behind me and let out a soft moan. We were still in the office and had to keep quiet. Anyone could catch us in this compromising position at any moment. Fiery heat flowed like lava through my veins as he pushed my panties aside and, for the first time, plunged his fingers into me.

But I wanted more; it was nowhere near enough. Wesley seemed to feel the same, withdrawing his fingers and brushing his shaft over my wetness, causing me to whimper. »God, I want you,« he panted, and thrust into me. I was so aroused that I cried out instantly. He placed his hand around my neck and took me, wrapping his other around my buttocks and pressing me into his relentless thrusts. Waves of heat coursed through my body, and I clung to him with my legs. He stretched me, penetrated even deeper into me. My climax hit me so fiercely and suddenly that I arched, while my core clenched around him. Wesley prolonged my orgasm, hitting a spot within me that felt so perfect that I momentarily lost my grounding. I felt him everywhere, inhaled his scent and warmth, felt his hard muscles contracting strenuously with each thrust, as he took what he needed and I gave willingly. His hands traveled to my thighs, digging deeply into my flesh, and he let out a grunt, sending a tingling sensation through me that propelled me over the edge once again. We came together, Wesley burying his face warmly in the crook of my neck, and I in his. All the tension fell away from us with a deep breath. He kissed me passionately, making me feel like I was his everything. Not just the assistant I had pretended to be. We were still Wesley and Brianna, regardless of the roles we would assume.

»You’re a naughty assistant,« he whispered against my lips, drawing a grin from me. His shaft was still pulsating within me, and I was all too aware of how much I loved the feeling of our union.

»I’ll improve, Mr. Crush.«

He looked at me, mischief sparkling in his eyes. »Absolutely not.«

Slowly he pulled out of me and handed me a tissue before adjusting himself. Thankfully, there was a private bathroom right next to his office that I could use right away.

I slid off his desk and pulled my skirt down. »What are your plans for tonight?« he asked unexpectedly.

»Tonight? I could rearrange a few appointments,« I replied with a grin. Really, all that awaited me was my couch and my favorite series on Netflix.

He took a step towards me, and his gaze alone promised things that would be a thousand times better than my original plan. »Then rearrange them. I’ll have you picked up at eight.«

»Why don’t you pick me up yourself?« I cheekily asked.

A wolfish grin appeared on his lips. »Expect a surprise.«

21

Wesley

Iwas indeed a little nervous, but primarily filled with anticipation. I didn’t know what was gradually unfolding between Brianna and me, but it felt damn good. Usually, I would shut down the moment one of my casual relationships started getting serious, but this time, I was powerless against it. My desire for her had grown too potent, so much so that I was ready to take any risk.

My driver had picked up Brianna about fifteen minutes ago and now she was on her way to me. I still resided in the largest suite of my hotel, unsure whether owning an apartment would be worthwhile. Until now, I had usually moved on after about a year, unable to stay in one place for long. But this time, I was even considering finding an apartment close to the office.

My elevator announced a visitor and I left my bedroom to greet the lift. When the doors slid open and Brianna stood within, a hundred emotions churned within me. It was like a punch to the gut, every time I saw her.

She was dressed in a tight, crimson dress that accentuated her curves. As she stepped out, I walked towards her, drawing her into me. I couldn’t live another second with this unbearable distance. »Welcome.«

»Thanks for the invitation,« she whispered. I couldn’t help myself and had to kiss her. She sighed as my hand roamed, tracing down her back to the curve of her perfect buttocks. But I broke away before I lost all control. I took her hand and led her through the living area.

»Nice suite,« she commented, and I knew exactly what she was thinking about. Our night in Las Vegas. Oh, I too thought about it constantly, and the following morning that had unfortunately been spoiled by several disturbances.

»Thank you. It’s quite comfortable living here,« I replied with a smile. The suite was indeed much larger than the one in Las Vegas. It even had an open living kitchen and was more geared towards long-term residents like me.

I led her onto the terrace, where one could enjoy a magnificent view of the skyline. »You have a pool?«

»And you’ll get to enjoy it later if you wish,« I whispered to her, noting how the mere promise of it stirred restlessness within her. »But first, let’s have something to replenish our strength.«

I gestured towards the large dining table on the other side of the terrace. As we reached it, I pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. I couldn’t resist, pushed her hair aside and placed a kiss on her neck before I took my seat across from her.

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