Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 46

I stare across the room at her. She clutches her tablet in hand and marches toward the door, giving me a glorious view of her ass being hugged in that tight skirt.

I follow her into my office, closing the door behind me, making sure to twist the lock into place.

“Nathanial, look, I’m sorry I…”

“No.” I stop her. “No more fucking talking. You’ve said enough.”

I cross the room like I’m a man starved and she is a perfectly aged ribeye steak, crowding her against the large window behind my desk, and kissing her like my life depends on it.

I can feel her stumble as she nearly loses her footing in those fuck-me heels she likes to wear, but my body and the window keep her upright.

She curls her fingers into my suit coat and I think she means to shove me off and away from her, but with a slide of my tongue on hers, her resolve melts away, and she slides her hands around my back, pulling me closer. Her tongue tastes like sugary, sweet coffee and breath mints. It’s soft, slick, and mine.

“You infuriate me,” I murmur against her lips. My hands find their way to her outer thighs and without preamble, I yank her skirt skyward and the plump, roundness of her ass presses into the glass with a squeak.

“Fuck you. You’re an asshole who only cares about yourself,” she moans, tipping her head backward to expose her neck to me, which I happily sink my teeth into. “Mmmmm.”

“You’re right.” I rip open the white button-down top she has tucked into the skirt, exposing her perfect tits pushed up in an emerald green bra. “I’m a horrific bastard. A selfish fuck who doesn’t deserve to have you like that.” I suck gently at the pulse in her neck before kissing and sliding my tongue to the curvy swells of her breasts.

“You are running away without a care of how this affects all of us here.” With sure but hectic movements, she works my belt open, forcing her hand into my slacks, and gripping my cock like a vise in her fist.

“Christ,” I groan out, and slap my hand on the window behind her, leaving it there to brace myself. “Keep doing that.” I bend my knees a bit, bringing myself at eye level with her chest and biting at her nipple that I can see just beneath the lace of her bra.

“I don’t know what’s happening or why you hate this place so much.” She slides her thumb over the tip of my cock, smearing the precum back and forth. “But I know you’re wrong for handling it this way. I want to hate you so much for it.”

“But you can’t, can you?” I take her shoulders in my hands and whirl her around, pressing the front of her body into the glass. “You can’t hate me because you want me as badly as I want you.”

She reaches out to place her hands on the window for balance and I snake an arm around her body, cradling her throat gently, but giving it just a bit of a squeeze. I feel the shiver spread over her body, and I know I’ve found a kink.

“I want you so badly all the time, I can’t stand it, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stand up to you or defend people I care about.”

“You caused a scene in front of the entire staff.” I work my zipper the rest of the way down.

She scoffs, “That was hardly a scene. I can show you a scene if you’d like.”

“I much prefer a scene that involves floggers and cable ties.” I pull her back by her hips so she bends slightly at the waist, bare cock in hand, lining up to take her.

“Promises, promises,” she says with a hint of attitude that I plan to fuck right out of her. “OHHH!” she cries out loudly as I slam home, burying myself to the hilt inside of her body.

“You run from me instead of talk to me.” Slam. “You push my buttons and make me feel crazy.” Pound. Slam. Fuck. “You choose to air your thoughts and aggression in front of an audience.”

She uses both hands on the glass as an anchor to push herself back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Fucking me just as much as I am fucking her, in perfect sync.

“You think I drive you crazy? You’ve got me all wound up.” Her words come out in breathy moans. This is a conversation we should probably be having in a different setting, but not having each other just isn’t an option. “I can’t think straight sometimes. I’m lost in you, and I don’t think I ever want to be found.”

I wind my hand in her hair and yank her to stand up right before crowding her completely flat against the window, my chest to her back, cock still nestled in her warmth.

“You’re going to be the end of me,” I growl into her neck. My hand weaves its way to the space between her legs, and my fingers toy with her clit, stroking back and forth in a way that makes her legs tremble.

“Don’t stop. Please. Oh my God.” She tosses her head back onto my shoulder with her eyes at the ceiling. “I’m going to come.”

Her pleas send a surge of pure, masculine, caveman energy through my body, and suddenly the need to feel her contracting and quivering around my cock is the only thing in this world that matters. There isn’t a business to run. I don’t have an entire staff hanging on my decision. My father isn’t dying. There’s only me, Piper, and this moment.

She angles her face toward me so I can capture her lips in a heated, wet kiss. Her mouth parts ever so slightly and she moans quietly into my mouth until she takes in a sharp breath.

“Fuuuuuck,” she mewls. Her body trembles with release and I follow her over the edge, unable to hold