Page 42 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

‘Tease me until I say yes,’ she clarified in a whisper.

‘But there’s such pleasure to be had in teasing you.’ He shifted his thighs so he could get nearer to where he wanted. ‘You’re blushing again.’ He laughed. Then sobered. ‘You reallydon’tdo this often, do you?’

A pause. A whisper. ‘No.’

‘What’s with the puritanical streak? There’s nothing wrong with two adults having some fun together.’

‘I know.’ She fell silent.

‘You don’t regret it?’ His hands stilled as something cold settled in his stomach.

‘Actually, I’ve discovered Ilikebeing brazen,’ she whispered with a laugh.

And then she kissed him.

He groaned in relief. But as she kissed she rocked her sweet curves on him. Her cool hands skimmed down his heated chest. The timbre of his groan changed—to need. To desperation.

He clumsily pushed aside the straps of her crumpled dress. She lifted her arms to help him—until it was over her head, she was naked astride him and he could kiss her breasts.

Thank heaven she hadn’t bothered with bra or briefs. Thank heaven he’d thought to put condoms on every available surface—including the table beside him.

But he couldn’t get to them. She was too busy kissing him. And he was too busy enjoying the way she was writhing on him. He was going to come in another instant and he wasn’t even naked.

‘Who’s doing the torturing now?’ he asked roughly.

It was the glittering smile that did it—soSteffi Leigh.

He stood so quickly she yelped. He set her on her feet and spun her to face the forest. ‘Hands on the railing,’ he ordered gruffly.

She’d already put them there to balance herself. He scooped up a condom from under his papers and shoved his boxers down, was rolling it down his length in a trice.

He didn’t understand why his control waslesseningthe longer he was with her. Hadn’t he had enough sex through the night?

Clearly not.

She turned her head and sent him a soft smile over her shoulder. He brushed her hair back, loving the way it hung down her pale back.

‘I still want you so much,’ he muttered, nudging her feet wider apart with his foot. ‘Can’t get enough of this.’

He tilted her hips and pushed inside her tight vice.

‘Goooood.’She arched her back and chuckled.

Inexplicably, the sheer joy in her laughter made him want to punish her—to make her as breathless and needy as he was.

He thrust harder, faster, and her breathing changed. He played with her—ruthlessly tormenting her from behind—one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, until he could feel her whole body shaking in his arms, could feel her clenching tight on him. Until she screamed so loud a million birds took off from the trees, forming a glorious screen of colour.

The sound of beating wings surrounded them. But he was the one flying.

‘I’ll stay,’ she whispered, resting her head on his shoulder when it ended. ‘A few more hours.’

Thank God.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back so she was fully leaning against him. Suddenly he was tired. He just wanted to fall back into bed. Maybe actually sleep for an hour or so.

‘I need to let Tara know my plans,’ she muttered, twisting free to step away.

He watched her as he walked with her back into the apartment. This was more than a responsible safety check-in with a friend. He saw anxiety in the backs of her eyes at those odd moments when she thought he wasn’t looking. There was more going on. More that she didn’t want him to know.

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