Pulling her toward me, I slid her crimson dress over her head. She was wearing a lacy white bra under it. I circled my hands around her to unlatch the clasp.

“Oh,” she gasped as I threw it across the room to the pile of clothes I had created. “How am I supposed to resist you?”

“You’re not. Stop trying.” When I pushed her back down and ran my fingers to her panties, she started squirming under me like I was tickling her.

“Stop wiggling around,” I playfully scolded her. When she didn’t comply, I started kissing her nipples. That didn’t make her lie still either.

“I’m ticklish.” She giggled.

“I know,” I rumbled.

Before I could stop her from squirming, or before I could take her panties off, she’d reached down and loosened my belt. Her hands were all over me. Obviously, she was in a hurry to have me inside of her, and I could work with that. Stella ran her hands down my back, let them slide past my hips, and started fiddling with my belt buckle.

“You’re so eager for my cock, aren’t you?”

She smiled, busy undoing my button and—clearly—I wasn’t going to stop her. Her dainty hand slid into my underwear and took hold of my shaft.

Fuuuuck.

“I sense a shift of power,” Stella proclaimed in a sagely accent. Masterfully, she maneuvered her hand around, leaving me stuck in an erotic paralysis. I wouldn’t—or rather, couldn’t—move for fear that she’d stop. “I thinkI’llbe the one making demands from now on,” she announced.

All right.

“Fucking fine by me.” I gnashed my teeth and nodded in agreement.

“Hmm. Does Mr. CEO like it when I’m in charge? Does Mr. Grumpilicious enjoy giving up control?” she teased, then wrapped one of her arms around my shoulders, and I allowed her to roll over so she was on top of me. Proving herself a true master multi-tasker, her other hand never left its post.

“Yeah, baby,” I rumbled deeply.

Her sweet mandarin scent hung over me like a cloud.

“Call me ‘boss.’” She giggled, increasing the intensity of her touch.

I frowned at her and groaned. My dick was hard as fuck. She released her grip and started sliding her hand back up toward my stomach.

“No. Wait,” I grumbled. “I’ll call you anything you like. You don’t stop.”

She grinned and then slid down until she was face-to-face with the seam of my pants. She yanked them down and gasped, giving my shaft the softest lick. “Is all this for me?”

More blood rushed downward. “It’s definitely not for anyone else,” I replied, not even trying to control myself. Her breath felt hot and sticky against my skin.

“Good. That’s what I want to hear. Now, I’m only going to say this one more time,” she said as she threatened to place her soft lips exactly where I wanted her to put them. “Call me ‘boss.’”

I didn’t even hesitate for a second. “Yes, boss,” I groaned, and laughed.

“Good boy.”

I laughed again. Her mouth felt hot and heavenly as she closed it around me. At this point, I’d fucking call her anything. I’d fucking let her do or say anything. A groan escaped my lips and my eyes fell closed. She sucked me like a lollipop until I knew I couldn’t last another five seconds.

Four. Three.

Two.

Just when I couldn’t stand it anymore, she pulled away from me, denying me my release.

“You’re playing with fire,” I grumbled.

Her eyes sparkled mischievously, and she raised herself again until she was staring right into my eyes.