Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 20
“I haven’t stopped thinking about the way you felt against me. About how badly I wanted to strip you bare and bury my face between your thighs, just the way you wanted in that text message. I had to stop myself that day, Piper, because I would have never forgiven myself had I taken it too far without having a conversation with you first. I’m a hard-ass, yes, but I’m not a predator. I’m not a monster.”
“So what you’re saying is…”
“I won’t be able to form a coherent thought until I make you come, Piper.”
He bends forward, placing one hand on each arm of the chair I’m occupying, and gets so close to my face I can smell the minty freshness of the toothpaste he used this morning.
I still don’t respond. Not because I don’t have anything to say, but because he told me not to, and the sick part of me wants to obey him, but the other side of me wants to mouth off just to watch his nostrils flare in anger.
Fuck, I have issues.
“Now would be the time for you to say something.” I can hear the wooden chair arms crack under the pressure of his grip.
“Say it to me again… just so I know I’m not hearing things,” I tell him, as I shift in my seat. It’s like there are a million tiny vibrations happening all over my body.
His next words leave his mouth slowly in a sexy staccato that makes me weak.
“I. Want. To. Make. You. Come. Right. Now. It’s all I’ve thought about for two days. I can’t do anything without it forcing its way to the forefront of my mind, Piper.”
I have spent two days beating myself up for wanting him, berating myself for yearning for something so bad for me, but goddamn it, he’s right here, presenting himself to me on a platter. Nathanial Lennox, my asshole of a boss, has been fantasizing about me, and fuck if it doesn’t send my libido and confidence into overdrive.
“Then what’s stopping you, Mr. Lennox?” I arch my brow.
I’ve just thrown down the gauntlet, tossed caution to the wind, with a hope and a prayer I won’t regret it.
“I need to hear you say it. Tell me I can touch you. I shouldn’t have before without asking, but this conversation will end right now, and you can go back to your desk and continue on with your day like none of this happened, if that’s what you want. But if you want to give me what I want then make it clear, Ms. Kingston.”
My tongue darts out of my mouth to lick my dry lips, and I don’t miss that his eyes lower to watch. I swear, they even grow darker at the sight.
My brain and my heart are screaming at me to run. Telling me this can only end badly.
But when I look in his eyes, there is such an easiness that I’ve never seen before, and at the core of it all: I trust him.
My body wants this… needs this.
So… fuck it.
“I want you to make me come, Nathanial.” I lean forward until our noses graze over one another, but our lips don’t touch. “Please.”
A predatory growl escapes from his throat as he takes his left hand and slowly grazes his fingertips up my arm, over my shoulder, before finally coming to rest at the base of my throat.
“Don’t make a sound.”
Before I can even process his request, I’m scooped into his arms, walked around to the other side of his desk, and deposited on the smooth surface with my legs dangling in front of his chair.
My chest is rising and falling so rapidly that it must look like I’m hyperventilating, and maybe I am. I’m so on edge, so wound up; my body can’t even function normally.
He steps between my legs with a hand on each of my knees.
“There won’t be any fanfare today.” He leans down and presses his lips to my neck. “We don’t have time for that.”
“I don’t need the fanfare. Trust me,” I whisper.
“Oh?” There is a cocky smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face.
“I’ve been wet since I walked in.”
That must unleash the beast pounding on the cage inside of him, because he yanks me forward by my thighs, causing my torso to fall back. I catch myself on my hands and look up in time to see him sink to sit in his chair.
“Is your pussy as pretty as I’ve always imagined?” he asks, pushing my pencil skirt up to my waist, baring my lace-covered center.
“Oh God,” I sigh out. It’s too much. I’m overstimulated and well past the point of no return. If he were to suddenly change his mind right now and leave me hanging, I may start to hump his leg like a dog in heat.
I can hear him scoot his chair forward and I feel his strong hands grip my upper thighs, pulling my legs apart, and I let them go shamelessly.
I can’t explain the comfort I feel right now, but there isn’t an ounce of embarrassment. Everything about this moment just feels primal and necessary.
“Don’t make me wait. I don’t think I can handle it.”
“Your responsiveness is my fucking weakness, Piper.”
He hooks a finger into my panties and pulls the fabric to the side, baring me completely to him. He strokes his index finger down my seam then pulls my lips apart, exposing me even further.
I bite my lips to keep from making a sound.
“I want you to watch every moment. Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away.”
I shake my head. “I won’t.”
Here I am, on my boss’s desk, skirt around my waist, panties to the side, pumps resting on the arms of his chair, while he stares down at my pussy like it’s his last meal.
“Remember, Ms. Kingston, not a peep.”
“I told you I—OH MY GOD!” I put all my weight back