Page 60 of Unbuttoning Her Brooding Boss

‘And see the sights while you do it?’

He nodded, his head falling back on the chair as she kissed him, moving her mouth nearer and nearer his rigid length.

‘You like being naked outside,’ she teased, so pleased to find him hot and hard and straining for her touch.

‘So do you.’

She chuckled, because he was right. He’d unleashed her inner nudist. Her inner sensualist. And now she utilised all her senses—to touch, taste, and to talk to him. Muttering her appreciation of him, telling him what she wanted to do to him.

Maybe it was moonlight madness, but she felt so free—to tease... to take. She listened to his increasingly ragged responses—his quickened breathing—savoured the scent of his arousal. His every reaction—physical, verbal—sharpened her own.

His hands toyed with her hair and she tilted her head to let him run his fingers the length of it. That he so obviously liked it thrilled her.

Because she likedhim.She liked making him tense up, making him groan, making him mutter his need. His pleasure.

‘Stephanie...’ It was a warning.

But she didn’t stop. She was never stopping. Not until she’d tasted all he had to offer.

‘Stephanie!’ He thrust, then arched, locked in a rigid, agonised battle. ‘I can’t—’

His hands tightened, twisting painfully in her hair.

But she didn’t stop. And he didn’t pull her away. She held him, one hand spread wide on his chest, seeking to touch as much of him as she could, her other hand rubbing, holding him still enough so she could suck him, take him as deep into her mouth as she could.

Until he groaned harshly.

And capitulated to the ferocity of her caress with a force all his own.

Then there was only the sound of his deep ragged breathing.

Slowly she knelt back and lifted her face to see into his.

‘I lose myself in you,’ he said raspily, with utter relief evident in his lax body.

‘And that’s a good thing?’

‘Yes.’

‘What is it you’re escaping from?’ she asked.

She was a temporary release—she got that. And that was good, because anything longer and she’d fall too hard.

‘Fear.’

Swiftly he reached down and used his impressive strength to lift her into his arms. He sat her sideways across his lap.

‘Being alone tonight,’ he added, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close against his chest.

She rested her head on his shoulder. ‘I thought you valued your independence?’ He was Mr Holiday Fling after all.

‘Mostly I do. But tonight...’

‘Why tonight?’

She lifted her head to see into his eyes, but he’d turned his face away. She cupped his roughened jaw and turned his face back towards hers. His skin was dampened with sweat—but she wasn’t sure if that was because of her, or because of whatever nightmare it was he was locked into.

‘Jack?’

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