Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 32
“There are so many variables to my life, Piper, and sometimes, they make me a less than kind man, but I have to admit to you, occasionally, I do just enjoy pushing your buttons.”
I look up to see a half smirk on his face.
“Why? I don’t understand.”
“You come alive when you’re passionate about something. You never let me off easy and you fight back. No one does that with me. Not anymore.” He presses his fingers into the fatty part of my inner thigh and squeezes. “I enjoy that balance with you.”
My hand, still on his chest, curls into a fist and coils the fabric of his shirt between my fingers. I give it a tug, telling him I want him to come closer to me, and he happily obliges.
Our lips are hovering mere millimeters apart, but our eyes are open, exploring, searching, looking for any sense of hesitation on either side, but instead, all that’s present is desire, longing, and need.
“What are we doing, Nathanial?” I whisper. “This is so wrong.”
“But it feels so fucking right.”
He closes the gap between us and presses his lips into mine, and this kiss seals the deal more than words ever could.
It says we’ll never get enough of this and that I’m his and he’s mine, even if just in this moment. Right here, right now, we aren’t Ms. Kingston and Mr. Lennox. We are Piper and Nathanial. Two humans, two bodies, who want each other so desperately it’s all-consuming.
My lips part just as his tongue glides between them, exploring the top of my mouth, swirling with my tongue, sucking and nibbling on my lips.
I don’t know what I was expecting when I arrived tonight. I mean, obviously, I expected to have sex with him, but I figured it would be quick, immediate, rough, and that’d be it. Something tells me I was so very wrong about that.
He slides his strong arm under my knees and scoops me into his arms, shifting me around just a bit so I’m wrapped around him with my legs locked firmly around his waist.
“I’ll show you the rest of the place later,” he speaks against my lips, carrying me down a long hallway.
“Deal. Just don’t stop. Don’t give me time to think.” I bite down on his lower lip and he rewards me with the most incredible, guttural groan. It vibrates directly down between my legs.
I feel him whip me around and my back is pressed into a cool wall. The picture frame hanging just to my right rattles loudly.
“Arms above your head,” he demands. “Do it.”
I lean my head back to see his face. His eyes are dark and full of heat… I immediately comply, raising both arms high above my head.
He presses his hips into my center, not hiding his solid erection at all, as it is firmly pressing against my pussy, making it very hard to concentrate on anything else that’s happening, and holding me in place. This leaves his hands free to gently glide over my belly and up my sides, taking my shirt with them, higher and higher, until I’m briefly blinded by the fabric and it is over my head and tossed to the side.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he groans, as he alternates between kisses, licks, and bites across my neck and chest.
I try to drop my arms, to wrap them around his neck and pull him closer, but he captures both of my wrists in one hand, and holds them tightly over my head, against the wall.
“Is that how we’re playing?” I smile.
“That, baby, is absolutely how we are playing.”
He shifts his hips into me again, rocking and grinding in such a way that the fabric of his jeans presses into my clit so perfectly I can’t stop the moan that leaps from my lips.
“Do that again,” I beg, and he does. “Mmmm.”
“I love the way you sound. I can’t wait to hear you come with my cock deep inside of you.”
“Oh God.” That sentence alone sends my already energized body into the next stratosphere. “Let me touch you. Please.”
He doesn’t deny me any longer. He releases his hold on my wrists, giving me the freedom to slide my hands down his chest then up under the fabric of his shirt. I feel the ripple of each glorious muscle that contracts just a bit under my touch. His abdomen is rock-hard, just as I would have suspected, there is just a smattering of hair that leads under his belt.
“Take this off,” I tug at his shirt.
He pushes off the wall, letting me place my feet back on the floor so he can step back a pace. He reaches back and with one hand, pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside.
I’m plastered against his wall, still only wearing my bra and jeans, chest heaving wildly as I take in the sight of him.
“You’re staring.” He cocks a sideways grin.
“I am.” Licking my lips, I reach out and hook a finger into the waist of his jeans, tugging him to me.
He buries his hands in my hair and guides my lips to his, stealing my breath once again until I’m writhing in his arms.
I make quick work of his belt before lowering his zipper, letting my hand slip inside of his boxer briefs and circle around the girthy, solid cock.
“Oh fuck.” He exhales his words in a stuttered breath. “Stroke it.”
I do just that. I slide my fist from his base to his tip and back, again and again. His mouth is back on mine, and his tongue is stroking my lips and tongue in motion with my hand. Down stroke, suck. Up stroke, lick. Down stroke, nibble.
“I could come from just this,” I