Page 53 of Boss Abroad
April pulls her shoulders back, pushing her tits into the sheet that is doing a poor job of covering those hard buds.
She sounds almighty when she opens that little mouth to say, “I remember telling you to go and let me sleep alone.”
Oh, ho-ho. The little doctor woke up feeling cocky, didn’t she? Well, two can play that game. “I remember you begging me to fuck you in the ass.”
Her chin drops to her lap, and her cheeks must be burning, judging by their color. “Jesus, Liam, shut the hell up! I knew I would regret last night.”
She tries to leave the bed, but I pull her legs back in one swift move and have her arms secured above her head before she can even comprehend what’s happening. I’m on top of her, pinning her down.
“The fuck you do.” The menacing voice that comes out of my rumbling chest catches both of us by surprise.
Her gulp brings my attention down to her throat and then to her heaving chest. God, it’s hard to concentrate near this woman. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Let’s start over, shall we?”
I lean down and start trailing wet kisses on her shoulder, up her neck until I raise my lips far enough just to say, “Good morning, April” again. The spot where I bit her last night stares back at me, turning purple. I feel an irresistible and childish urge to brand her. And yes, punish her too.
So I bite it again, then suck and kiss it better. She tries to suppress a moan, but it escapes her anyway and I smile at the small victory.
“Now it’s your turn to say ‘Good morning, Liam’ before I get your mouth busy with something else.” I press my already hard cock between her legs to illustrate exactly what I mean.
“I’m not even fully awake yet. Get off of me.” She smiles and wiggles without putting any real strength into it. I indulge the small, sassy creature, and climb off the bed.
“Come.” I stretch my hand as an invitation and wait for her to take it.
I’m stark naked, just like I went to bed last night, and April stares at my cock instead of taking my hand. “Does it ever go down?”
I put my hands on my waist and wait in vain for her to stop ogling my dick.
“I thought old men couldn’t last like that.”
I laugh out loud at her audacity. “Old man? Now you’re just begging for a spanking.”
She squeals when I drag her out of bed and give her a quick pat in the ass before pulling her body to mine. Then I kiss her stupid. It’s a punishing, demanding kiss at first, but with every stroke of my tongue on hers it turns softer, unhurried.
After God knows how long, I break away and wait a moment for her to open her eyes. It’s inebriating that she needs time to recover from kissing me and that it takes a little while to come back from wherever my body has taken her.
When she finally does, I’m already staring into those big green—no, emerald—eyes, ready to tell her what should be obvious and well-known to her. “You don't get to deny me your kisses now that I know what they feel like.”
She astonishes me with quietness instead of a snarky comeback, so I just take her hand and lead us to the bathroom.
The silence between us lingers, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Feelings I don’t recognize hang in the air, occupying every inch of the space around us.
She’s got me captive and captivated. The sheer strength of the attraction I feel for her scares me. This is alien to me. I’d be stupid to deny it to myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to admit it to anyone else, least of all, her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
april
We enter the bathroom, and I take in the scene. The last time I was here, it was dark, and I was too distracted. Just like the bedroom, the walls around it are made of glass and the view of the city is overwhelming.
London, you’re gorgeous. I can see the Tower of London and Tower Bridge from where I’m standing. The tourist in me is doing cartwheels in my chest.
Liam steps into the shower and points to my toothbrush on the vanity. Oh. That’s thoughtful. The sight of the sink and what we did on top of it doesn’t help me focus on the task at hand. I smile the memories away.
“I’ve given it some thought and fair is fair. You should have your say.”
I’m still replaying our first time in here and can’t follow his train of thought. “Sorry, what?” Toothbrush is in, but the words come out clearly enough.
“You should give a statement. We’re hosting a charity game tomorrow. You can do it then.”