Page 70 of Boss's Fake Fiancé

It’s a challenge, one I know he’s up for immediately when his features transform from surprised to serious. Without a word, he scoops me up again, walking me backward until I’m sitting on the kitchen island.

I don’t allow him a moment of hesitation, stripping off first my shirt and then his. Jenson can’t seem to keep his hands and lips off me. He trails kisses down my jaw, my throat, sucking at the place where my shoulder and neck meet until I shiver and let out a slow moan, leaning into his broad chest.

His hands cup my breasts and squeeze deliciously, a leg parting my knees. Grinding against him, I can’t get over howrightthis feels. Jenson’s fingers work the button of my shorts and he slides them down my legs quickly, tossing them aside.

“Come here,” he growls, tugging me toward him and helping me down. My bare feet hit the tile floor and he leads me to his bedroom.

The one I changed in only weeks ago. The one that had me wondering what it would be like to be in his bed.

I don’t have to wonder anymore as Jenson steps out of his pants and locks his hot eyes on me. My heart starts pounding harder, a pulse between my legs as he stalks toward me.

In just my bra and panties, I take a stumbling step back, wanting him to catch me.

He does. Almost immediately.

Not that I’m trying very hard to get away.

Jenson parts my lips with his tongue and it delves in possessively to find mine. He turns and drops us both onto the bed, me half in his lap, a leg thrown over his hip.

It’s the perfect position to grind my center against his thigh. I can’t help it; I need to feel some friction, some release.

“God, I want you,” he mumbles against my neck.

I can barely think straight, but the words seem deeper than just this moment. Tugging at his boxer briefs, I ignore his indulgent chuckle and stand as he strips them off, leaving his naked body before me.

Jenson leans back, legs spread at the edge of the mattress, the deep V-cuts at his hips making my mouth water. I let my eyes drag down his body from top to bottom, lingering on his erection as it literally throbs before me.

Wet heat rushes to my core. I unhook my bra and toss it aside, then do the same to my underwear, ignoring how damp they are. Every moment of this feels so natural—climbing onto his lap, guiding his cock to my entrance, and slowly teasing myself with just the tip.

Jenson groans approvingly and leans back farther to watch. But his eyes, teasing, flick up to mine.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already had you this way,” he purrs before wrapping an arm around my hips and flipping us.

A gasp escapes me as I find myself suddenly under him. His arms cage me in, muscles taut, his knee nudging my legs apart again. I open them shamelessly.

Missionary was never my favorite position, but I’m more than willing to do so with him. I’d try pretty much anything with this man.

He looks down the length of my body, a cocky smirk playing at his lips, his erection bouncing against my pussy. I push my hips up toward him and let out a low whimper. “Jenson, please. I need you.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg for my cock. Are you going to be good for me, beautiful?”

His question comes out low, demanding, and I nod. Jenson wraps an arm around my left leg and pulls me closer so that he’s lined up at my entrance. I feel the head of his cock drag against my soaked folds and try again to seat him inside, but he only slaps my ass, grinning at the little yelp I let out.

“You’re only going to come when I tell you to. Understand?”

I nod again, eyes widening. Since when is Jenson so bossy in bed? But it’s a turn on, because I know that outside of these doors, he’s respectful. I can trust him.

“W-what do you want me to do?” I ask, already out of breath with anticipation.

He holds his cock at the base and drags himself over my clit, sending a zing of electricity up my spine.

“I want you to spread your legs and take me. Just like this.”

Mindlessly, I make a noise of approval as he slowly presses his way inside.

He’s sitting back on his haunches and the angle creates a different kind of pressure that I’m not expecting. It leaves me feeling needy, my clit untouched, the friction barely there as he slides inside.

But the stretch is delicious and I drop my head back, reveling in the feel of him.

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