Page 72 of Grumpy Boss in Love

My jaw slackened. Maybe it was touching the floor, I wasn’t sure because I was too flabbergasted to process anything but Elliot wanting to date me.

“I know you said you don’t date. After you shared your family history, I understand why.” He cleared his throat and a hint of color appeared in his cheeks. This uneasiness and uncertainty were so unlike Elliot, but so utterly adorable that I melted. “I might be bad at it, but I want to try… with you. I think that we’re good together.”

And I was done. My heart was a puddle, and Elliot Westwood completely owned it. At the moment, I didn’t care if he wasn’t madly in love with me like I wanted. He was willing to come out of his comfort zone to do something that he avoided with other women. Date. He thought we were good together. That was a start. Relief that maybe I wasn’t a complete fool for falling for him blossomed.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll go with you and… let’s date.”

Our eyes connected again, and he smiled. Taking me by surprise, he swiveled his chair closer to me and tugged me onto his lap. I landed on him with a delighted gasp that was swallowed when he captured my mouth. Elliot commanded my mouth with a kiss hot enough to melt my underwear off. His tongue was demanding as it explored. My arms wound around his shoulders so I could press myself closer to him. His fingers moved through my hair, bunching the strands in his fist so he could hold me still for his ravenous kiss.

The sexually dominant creature that sometimes surfaced when Elliot was in the throes of passion was such a turn-on. It was a stark contrast to the icy, uptight person he showed everyone else. However, he always seemed to catch up on himself and rein in his passion. I figured he held back before because I was a virgin, and I appreciated how considerate he was. Right now, I wanted him to unleash that part of him, but I was too timid to say so.

I squirmed on his lap, begging him to take things further. Seeming to read my mind, he maneuvered us so that I sat on his desk with my legs wide open. His hot gaze moved over my thighs, taking in my thigh highs, held up by lacy purple garter straps that led up to a belt. I had on matching panties. Thank goodness, I’d put on sexy lingerie today because there I was, spread wide on the CEO’s desk.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “This is what you wear under your clothes?”

My shoulders lifted. “Sometimes.” Today, I wanted to feel like myself. If I was going to wear the dull-ass suits to fit in and stay under the radar, I was sure as hell going to rebel by wearing the most provocative underwear.

Elliot sucked in a breath, then he reached up to tug down the zipper at the side of my navy-blue dress. The garment fell and pooled around my waist, and I eased up so he could pull it down and over my legs. He made a strangled sound in his throat as he gave me a slow assessment. I bit my lip, wanting to grin out of pure satisfaction at the gleam of appreciation in his eyes. His gaze then zeroed in on my center, and my pulse picked up speed. When his eyes met mine again, I saw his intent in them.

He pulled his chair closer, draped my legs over his shoulders, and tugged my underwear aside. He never broke eye contact. My breathing quickened as I watched, entranced and practically drowning in anticipation as he leaned in. He inhaled deeply and hummed his pleasure. I gaped, my arousal mounting by the second.

I bit back a whimper when his breath fanned my already-soaked pussy. He pressed his lips against my mound and then his tongue flicked over my clit. I gasped, my hips jerking forward. Elliot moved his tongue in slow, thorough circles, and I nearly fainted. Never had I imagined that oral sex would be that good, and he was just getting started.

His name tumbled from my lips as a low moan when he pulled my sensitive bud between his lips and sucked. My arms shook with my weight, but I held myself up because I wanted to watch. I was riveted by the sigh of Elliot’s head moving between my legs. He gradually became more voracious, the relentless pressure of his tongue driving me to ecstasy. I writhed and bucked against his skillful mouth, desperately reaching for my orgasm.

He gave me a little nip, and that was what sent me over into a dizzying height of pleasure. My vision blurred as my body quaked. I would have fallen back because my arms gave way, but Elliot caught me, his hands supporting my back as he continued to lap at my center, gently guiding me through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I stared at him, breathless, shaken, yet sated. Did he take a class on the art of pleasuring a woman? Because… holy cow. Everything with Elliot was spectacular. All other lovers were officially ruined for me and that was scary. Our relationship had an end date per the contract I signed. There was no telling if he’d still want to date when the contract was up. I couldn’t dwell on that depressing thought because Elliot got up and pulled me to my feet so fast that I blinked in surprise when I found my back pressed against this front. I was wedged between him and his massive desk.

My legs were unsteady, so I braced myself with my hands splayed on the wooden surface. Elliot’s body was hard and hot against mine, his breath caressed my neck when he leaned close to hum in my ear, “You taste divine. So sweet.”

I shuddered.

His palms slid up my thighs. “I’m going to punish you now, Ruby.”

My eyes were fluttering closed, but they popped wide open. “Huh?” My heart galloped. This scenario was almost identical to that hot dream I’d had sitting in his class months ago. I was more excited than worried because my fantasy was actually playing out. How far would he go? How far was I willing to let him go? “P-punish? What for?”

“That fuck you gesture you gave me in the camera. Very rude.”

I glanced back at him slack-jawed.

He ran a finger over my cheek. “I won’t hurt you. I promise. Never that, sweet Ruby.”

I swallowed hard. “How exactly do you plan to punish me, Elliot?”

His blue eyes darkened. The orbs reminded me of a moonlit ocean. I gasped when I felt a sting on my right ass cheek. Oh. My. God. Elliot really was into spanking. Somehow, I had always known. He just had that sexy Dom air about him. My breathing became ragged. “You just…”

“Yes,” he purred. His eyes were glued to my face. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“I… like it.”

His nostrils flared. “God, you’re fucking perfect.” There was a note of amazement in his voice.

“More,” I panted. “But hold on…” I looked around for his glasses and passed them to him. “Here, put this on.” Elliot lifted one eyebrow in askance. “Just humor me.”

Eyes narrowing, he obliged. Good God. I stared at him. This was my fantasy come to life. Professor Sinclair had me bent over his desk, spanking me as punishment for my sass. Why was this a turn-on? Who had I become?

His palm connected to my skin with a little more force but not enough to hurt too much. Still, he watched me as if the slightest sign of my discomfort would make him cease the kinky play. With my neck still craned to gawk at him, I whispered, “I think I just got wetter.”

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