Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 38

Chapter 15

Piper

“You absolutely do not have to come back for dinner. You know that, right? My mom is just overly excited,” I tell Nathanial into the phone.

He went to the office for a few hours after having coffee with my family this morning.

“And if I want to? The sauce was taunting me this morning. I’d be remiss if I turned down getting to actually eat it.” I can hear a soft chuckle behind his words.

“I just don’t want you to think I’m pushing for something… more… or too fast.”

“Piper, nothing about us is ordinary. Your mother invited me to dinner, and I’d like to come. It means I get more time with you, plus a home-cooked meal. It’s a win-win.”

“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little nervous.”

“Would you be more comfortable if I didn’t come?” he asks, and I can tell he’s completely serious. He wouldn’t be angry, and he’d never hold it against me.

“No, because I want you to come.”

“I would comment on the very dirty innuendo that is in there, but I think I’ll let it go.” I swear, I can hear his smile.

“I like this side of you,” I mutter without even thinking. It just slips out.

“Which side is that?”

“The side you only show me.”

I can hear a rustling on the other side of the phone before his door clicks shut.

“Where are you right now, Piper?”

“I’m in the back office at Kingston’s, taking a bit of a break.” I shift a little in the chair I’m sitting in behind the desk.

“I never got to say that last night was… fucking incredible. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“I was worried you’d regret it.”

“Who could regret having the honor of burying themselves in that sweet pussy of yours? Nah. I could never regret watching your back arch at my touch or your nipples pebble when I pinch them. As if anyone could regret feeling your pussy trembling around my cock when you come like a good girl for me. I’ll never regret it for as long as I’m breathing, Piper. I want more of it. As much as you’ll allow me to have.”

My body literally shivers and my pussy clenches tightly.

“Wow. I… wow.”

“You don’t have anything to say to that? That’s a new one. You’re normally the first one to snap back with a smart-ass remark. While I normally appreciate that about you, there is something fucking hot about rendering you speechless.”

“I’m too distracted by the fact you just made me nearly come with words in the middle of my mother’s office.” My cheeks are heated, and I can feel that flush spread down my neck and chest.

“Touch yourself,” he demands, as easily as he would ask me to get him coffee or prep an email for him.

“What?”

“You heard me. Touch yourself.” His tone shifts to something much deeper… darker.

“It’s because you’re in the office and that place makes you edgy,” I goad him.

“You’re having a bad day. I’m trying to distract you. Now shut the fuck up and touch your pussy, Piper.”

If anyone else spoke to me that way, I’d hang up the phone and promptly march my ass to wherever they were and give them a swift kick to the balls… or vagina. I don’t discriminate. But with him, it makes me weak in the knees.

“Tell me exactly how.” I peek over my shoulder through the glass window that is part of the office door. No one is around. Everyone is up in the kitchen prepping for the dinner shift.

“Ms. Kingston, are you trying to have phone sex with me in the middle of day?” he teases.

“First of all, you started it. Second of all, you went down on me in the middle of the day, and third of all… you’re running out of time here. We could be interrupted any second.” I peek over my shoulder again.

“Slide your hand down the front of your panties and lay your palm flat against your mound. Don’t add pressure. Don’t let your fingers roam.”

I can hear him swallow a knot that must be forming in his throat, followed by the rustling of material. His tie maybe? Is he loosening it?

This is exciting him as much as it’s exciting me.

“Okay.” My words are a whisper as I obey his request, letting my hand graze down my stomach and into the front of my jeans, cupping my sex, imagining it’s his hand. The instant urge to grind against my palm is real.

“Are you wet for me?”

“I don’t know. I’m not allowed to explore, remember?” I say with a grin, because I don’t even have to feel anything to know that I am.

Just his voice does that to me lately.

“Good girl. Now, leave your hand as it is, but roll your hips, pushing your clit into your palm.”

As soon as a miniscule amount of pressure is applied, I moan softly into the phone.

“Christ, Piper. That sound.”

“Hurry back here, get through this dinner with my family, and you’ll have it right in your ear if you want.” I continue to roll, fucking my own palm with my eyes closed, thinking about him and his taut, hard, perfect body over me.

“I’ll fuck you right in my car before we even leave the parking lot. I won’t be able to wait.” His voice has grown husky and breathy.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying like hell not to jack my cock in my office like an animal.”

“I want you to. Do it. Please.”

“Beg me, Piper.”

My legs begin to tremble. An orgasm is already on the cusp.

“Oh please. Fuck your fist, Mr. Lennox.