Page 17 of My Forbidden Boss

»God, yes, please take me,« she murmured.

I thrust into her, hard and deep, reveling in her escalating moans and our dirty words that made my heart race. My movements became faster, her gasps and moans deeper and more guttural. I absorbed the sight of her. A woman’s lust had never turned me on as profoundly as Brianna’s. As I felt the first quiver of her pussy, I fucked her even harder, lifted her leg, and penetrated deeper than before.

A cry of pleasure escaped her. As she climaxed intensely, I immediately followed her, savoring the feeling of our shared climax and spilled inside her. I gave her a kiss before laying beside her and pulling her close. Her chest, heavy with breath, pressed against my side, her head rested on my chest.

»That was...«

»Wow,« she completed my sentence. Laughing, I planted a kiss on her crown. »Let’s bathe in this obscenely large bathtub,« she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked at me. How could I ever deny her a wish? I knew the answer: Never.

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Brianna

Gently, Wesley traced the sponge over my chest. I indulgently nestled my head on his shoulder and leaned more closely against his muscular torso, as he sat behind me, lavishing me with care. After that phenomenal sex, we had made ourselves comfortable in his bathroom’s bathtub. Screw the whirlpool in my room, this tub was more than enough for dying blissfully within.

»What time is it anyway?« I asked, unable to suppress a yawn. We had spent half the night exploring the city, before getting to know each other thoroughly in our suite. And oh my God, Wesley really knew how to ›get to know.‹

»Doesn’t matter,« he grumbled, running the sponge over my breasts, touching with the coarse fabric first my left, then my right nipple, causing them to stiffen.

»You have a meeting with Reagan early tomorrow.«

»Is that my assistant speaking or this insatiable, gorgeous woman who wants to know how much time we still have to do this?« He led the sponge over my belly, a bit lower, down to my mound. As he gently traced my clit, I moaned softly.

»Depends on which one of the two you prefer more.«

He brought his mouth to my ear, I felt his warm breath on my wet skin and closed my eyes. »I like both. Obedient assistants and insatiable women.«

»Plural?« I groaned as he quickened his movements and the tingling shot like tiny jolts of electricity through my body. I felt his cock harden and press against my lower back. Heavens, I had to use the time with him, didn’t I? I began moving against his hand to amplify the sensation.

»Always singular,« he rasped. I couldn’t believe that I was lying in the bathtub of a five-star hotel with Wesley Crush, and he was doing things to me that I had never dared dream of. »But actually, we still have three hours left,« he answered.

I spun around in his embrace, sat on his lap, and wrapped my arms around his neck. Confident and with a faint smile, he looked at me before discarding the sponge and trailing his hands over my breasts.

»Then we should use the time, shouldn’t we?« I asked suggestively.

»I see it precisely like you, Miss Sullivan.« He embraced me and lifted me up. I clung to him as he carried us, soaking wet and covered in foam, through the bathroom into the bedroom. He set me down on the bed and fetched a condom from his suitcase.

»Turn around. On your knees, your sweet ass in the air.« I obeyed his command and while he positioned himself behind me, I turned my head and looked at him challengingly. He smacked my butt with an open hand. And before the sting subsided, he plunged deeply and purposefully into me, making me toss my head back in pleasure and scream all the desire for this man that surged through my veins into the night, until it was behind us. Eventually.

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I awoke with a dire need to pee. As I reached for Wesley’s side of the bed, I slowly opened my eyes. It was vacant. God, I had no clue what time it was. Why hadn’t he woken me up? I had turned into a most pathetic assistant.

But oh, this night! I had been in heaven while simultaneously with one foot in hell.

I wriggled myself out of the sheets and headed for the bathroom. After relieving myself and quickly brushing my teeth, I threw on a cozy bathrobe that hung on the door and headed outside. I desperately needed something fresh to wear from my room. Yet Wesley was not at his meeting; he was seated at the table, freshly showered and dressed in a perfectly fitting shirt, tie, and black dress pants, holding a croissant. For a moment, I had no clue what to say. How do you greet your boss with whom you’d spent the entire night having breathtaking sex?

Our eye contact was brief; Wesley turned away and continued scrolling on his smartphone as if nothing had happened. »Good morning, Miss Sullivan.«

A brief wave of fear washed over me, worrying that he meant what he had said, that we only had that one night and everything would be as before. Had it sufficed for him to take me in every conceivable way, and now he was done with me?

I decided to act as if everything was fine. I was a grown woman, I could handle this, and the last thing I wanted was to lose my job. Briefly, I contemplated whether I should put on something more, then decided not to. Maybe I wanted to provoke him, to elicit a single emotional reaction from him. If it meant sitting almost naked at the breakfast table, so be it.

»Good morning, Mr. Crush. Did you sleep well?« I asked provocatively, approached the table, and took a seat across from him.

Was that a smirk tugging faintly at his lips? Yet he still paid me no attention. He ate, so engrossed in his phone that I wasn’t sure he noticed that I had seated myself.

I looked over the lavishly set table and was impressed. »Reagan wanted to suck up even more and sent us everything he could find,« he mumbled. It was clear from his tone that Wesley was anything but pleased about it. Why? Simply because Reagan had openly flirted with me? Perhaps that was the way to a reaction.

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