Page 21 of Tempt the Boss
“Here,” he says, scribbling some additional items. “These notes should help.”
I take the papers and look them over. He’s crossed out a couple of sentences and added a different transition into Sarah’s inner rant. It makes more sense, and flows more smoothly to boot. Wow, I’m really impressed. The alpha male clearly has an incredible instinct for the written word, and my respect for him skyrockets.
“This is amazing,” I breathe. “Thank you.”
He smiles. “It’s what I do, honey.”
I blush.
“Thank you so much. Well, I guess that solves things. I should go.”
“Wait,” he says. “Why don’t you hang out? You seem stressed. Are you okay?”
I flush. Oh god, this man can read me so easily.
“I was a little flustered,” come my rushed words. “But I’m okay now. Thanks.”
Chris grins at me, standing from behind the desk and coming to stand by me. “You look like you could use a distraction.”
And with that, he lifts me effortlessly from my seat and leans me against his desk.
“Oh,” I breathe. Chris kisses me hard and fast, his tongue immediately slipping past my open lips. “Oh, you meant this. Yes, I think I can stay.”
He chuckles deep in his chest, and the sound slithers through me like a physical caress. “I thought so, sweetheart. You need some hard loving, don’t you? That’ll relieve the stress, don’t you think?”
But I’m too lost for words because his kisses are getting more and more intense. Before I know it, my blouse is on the floor. Chris kisses down my neck to the tops of my breasts. “I love that,” I breathe. “Never stop doing that.”
He laughs against my tits. “I won’t.” He nibbles on my skin.
“Oh, please yes.” I didn’t know how sensitive my breasts were until this man. “Chris,” I beg again. “As much as I love this, I need to feel you inside me. Now.”
He chuckles low in his throat before expertly removing my bra and suckling on my nipple, ignoring my pleas for more. My panties are drenched. I’m glad I wore a matching set today. Not that I expected to have sex with Chris again. I just kind of hoped I would.
Chris pulls my skirt down, letting it fall to the floor with my shirt and bra. His fingers find my panties and pull them to the side, plunging three deep into my wet slit.
“Oh, my God, yes!” is my delighted squeal. My head flies back as pleasure rockets through me.
I use my idle hands to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his broad shoulders. During our trysts, he’s never been fully naked, and suddenly I’m consumed with a burning desire to see that god-like body. I kiss his neck desperately while he fingers me. He clearly works out because his abs are perfectly defined, that stomach taut and tight. After I’ve explored his chest, I fumble with his belt.
“Please,” I breathe. “I need it.”
The alpha male’s cobalt gaze catches mine.
“It’s yours sweetheart. Just wet your hand a little. That’s it. Just like that.”
I spit into my hand and palm his throbbing member, sliding up and down. Chris groans into my neck. “That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep doing that.”
“Unnh,” I breathe, feeling my orgasm close in as he drills my twat with his digits. “I’m gonna come too.”
I expect Chris to pull his fingers out of me the way he has the last couple of times, but he doesn’t. “Come then, baby,” he murmurs. “Come on my hand.”
His words send me over the edge. I shudder on his desk, my insides quaking around his fingers. Heat rockets through my entire frame as my pussy clamps and clenches, a scream bursting from my throat. But he hasn’t come, and my hand slides up and down his cock furiously.
“I want to be inside you now,” he growls, blue eyes intense. “Are you ready?”
My pussy is still sensitive, but I nod anyway. If coming on his hand felt that good, I can’t wait to feel his cock in me again. “Fuck me, Chris. Please. Use my body for your pleasure. Trash my cunt now.”
A maniacal grin crosses his face upon hearing the dirty words, and in one swift stroke, he’s buried all the way into my soaking wet pussy. He doesn’t miss a beat, thrusting in and out of me like a powerful piston.