Page 33 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, slid his hand firmly beneath her, tilting her so she was open to him.

She cried out at the first lick. So abandoned. So lost to the pleasure.

‘Please...’ she said as he paused.

She’d never had any kind of sex like this—not outdoors. Not so intimate. Not within a few hours of meeting a man.

‘You want me to make you sing?’ he asked, his voice like gravel.

‘Make me scream,’ she whispered, closing her eyes against the blinding brilliance of the sinking sun.

She felt him flinch. Felt his hand on her butt tighten.

He bent over her, kissing her. His tongue teased her sensitive spot in wicked circles, then quick flicks. His fingers teased too, tracing a pattern up and down her inner thigh, coming so close to where she wanted him to touch again. To complete her. Making her want him so much that she was arched and clawing at his shoulders.

And it was then that he paused. Once more determination brightened the blue in his eyes.

‘Stay the night. Say yes.’

She realised his plan. He wasn’t going to let her come until she’d answered him.

She gazed down to where he hovered just above her. So focused. So intent on her pleasure. And something within her snapped.

Whyshouldn’tshe have one night just for her? Just this once? What consequences could there be? How could one night hurt? It wasn’t as if she was going to up and leave for good.

His expression changed and he shifted his hand up her thigh.

Somehow he knew.

‘Stephanie?’ He slid his finger inside her.

‘Yes...’ She sighed in pleasure.

‘You’ll stay the night,’ he said.

No longer a question. No longer needing an answer.

He fixed his mouth to her, drawing that sensitive nub deep into his hot mouth and flicking his tongue.

‘Oh,yes,’ she sobbed, her mind lost as he sucked her into orgasm.

It hit so quickly, so intensely, she screamed. Her hands tightened in his hair, her toes curled, her muscles quivered. The bliss coursing along every nerve-ending was so good she almost couldn’t cope.

So good she never wanted it to end.

But it did. As the spasms ebbed he shifted, still pressing against her, slipping his arms beneath her back to cushion her against the hot metal of the car and waiting while she caught her breath. She could feel him ever so gently rocking against her—enough to keep her arousal near, to keep the aftershocks rippling through her.

So delicious. They were sonotdone.

‘Finish it,’ she whispered. She wanted to feel him inside her. ‘Please.’

‘Not yet. Not now I have all night,’ he murmured in answer. ‘I want to taste you some more first.’ He kissed her deeply. ‘You taste good.’

She trembled in his arms and wound her own more tightly against him, wriggling beneath him as she did so. She ached to feel him within her.

‘So passionate,’ he murmured. ‘I knew it would be like this with you.’

Did he? Since when?

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