Brazen Bossman: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 62
If I thought she was stunning before, nothing could have prepared me for seeing her soft, perfect skin underneath the glow of a summer moon.
“What?” she asks after catching me staring.
“You’re beautiful.” I lean forward, kissing her chest just over her heartbeat.
“You’re biased.” She reaches around her body to unhook her bra, letting it slip free from her arms, and dropping it into the pile with her top.
I take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them and pushing her nipples closer together so I can suck them both at the same time. I give them a gentle bite and she gasps sharply, followed by a slow moan.
“Anyone could be watching,” she says, but she doesn’t try to stop my assault on her chest as I leave bites and marks over her.
“It’s the middle of the night, and if they are out here, fuck them. I want you.”
“Then take me,” she teases, with a grind of her body into the cock which is taking up residence against her pussy.
A growl rumbles in my throat and I grip her waist tightly before flipping her over onto her back.
In a fury of desperate hands, kisses, tongues, bites, and scratches, her shorts and panties join the rest of her clothes beside of us.
I open my fly and lower my jeans just enough for her to reach down, pulling my cock free with a tug.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
On all fours, with my hands planted in the sand on either side of her head, and her legs wrapped around my waist with the sea breeze tickling our skin, I sink into her with ease, pumping slowly, savoring every ripple, squeeze, and pull of her body.
This feels different.
Sex with Piper has always been phenomenal, but like this, right now, with the emotions of the day pumping through our blood and our admissions hanging in the air, it feels like I’m melting into her and we are becoming one.
My forehead rests on hers. “Look at me, baby,” I tell her, and her eyes open. “Tell me again. Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, oh my God.” She arches her back off the ground so high the crown of her head is pressing into the sand, exposing the long curve of her neck, and of course, I can’t resist. I slide my tongue over her skin and pump harder into her body.
Grunting out my words between my movements, I grind us both toward the edge. “I. Love. You. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
She throws her arms around my back and pulls me down so we are chest-to-chest, and with my heart beating against hers, her inner muscles clamp down around me, contracting and releasing as she comes.
“Ohhhhh god,” she sighs beautifully.
I’m not far behind and I hold myself deep as my cock pulses in release.
“Christ.” I drop my face into the crook of her neck and laugh.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, sliding her hand up and down my back.
“Nothing, this was just unexpected, yet… so expected at the same time.” I lift my head up to look at her.
“Like we were a foregone conclusion all this time?”
“I have a feeling you are right about that.”
Chapter 23
Piper
For the first time since we began this insane journey of… whatever it is… that has happened to us, I am able to watch him sleep.
We couldn’t keep our hands off of one another last night, even after our confessions and subsequent romp on the beach in the moonlight. He was inside of me more than he wasn’t until the sun began to peek through the windows of the bedroom.
Only then did he finally pull me face-first into his chest, wrap his arms around me, and drift into a deep, easy sleep.
I am on my side with my arm tucked under my head, facing him so I don’t miss a thing. His face is much more relaxed. I’m so used to his perpetual scowl that seeing his face at ease is something I’ll want to see every single day.
He’s on his back, the sheet draped over his middle, giving me just enough of a show that makes me want to mount him like a horse and ride him again, but he’s too peaceful. He needs this, maybe more than I’ve seen anyone need sleep.
I’d love nothing more than to stay right here, curled in the warmth with him for the rest of the day, but unfortunately, my bladder has other ideas.
As carefully as I can, I slip from the bed and look around for one of his shirts to slide over my head before tiptoeing into the bathroom.
I take care of my business, wash up, then see his phone laying on the bathroom counter, plugged into a charger. He must have left it in here last night before we argued.
He’s made a few jokes about wanting me to send him nudes. May as well take a few with his phone and leave them in his camera roll as a nice surprise.
I pull his shirt back over my head and toss it to the floor, then swipe his phone from the charger. I hesitate for a moment because even though I’m not, it sort of feels like I’m snooping.
No. You’re just taking pictures for him. Relax.
I enter the passcode he gave me yesterday, fire up the camera app, and flip it to selfie mode, snapping a few pictures of myself that I have no doubt he’ll love.
I take a quick look at them, deleting one or two I don’t like, then give myself a confident, figurative pat on the back. They don’t look half bad, if I do say so myself.
I am reaching for the charger to plug it back in when the phone vibrates in my hand. Instinctively, I glance at the screen and see an email notification scroll across the