Page 98 of One Bossy Date

My heart wanted him to stay, but I was way too afraid to tell him.

It was as if telling him would put an official countdown on our time together, and that would ruin everything and break my heart.

Seeing him lying next to me, knowing our time was limited, I itched to touch him. I took a chance and traced my fingers along his skin. He was asleep on his back, and I let my hand roam his chest and his abs. He didn’t stir at first, but I became hot and bothered, my pussy getting soaking wet, wanting him again. How could I not when he lay here in my bed? I slid my leg around his, pulling myself closer to him to feel the warmth of his body. My hand traveled down, past his sleeping dick and onto his thigh, creating sensual circles on his skin.

Finally, I felt him move a little. He didn’t open his eyes though.

“You taking advantage of me while I sleep?” he muttered.

His voice startled me a bit, and I found myself giggling softly at myself. I’d expected him to wake, didn’t I? Maybe I’d been enjoying the private moment I’d had with his body too much to consider him waking up.

“Yes, in fact, I am.”

Sleepily, he put his arm under my head again, pulling me closer. “You can do whatever you want to me and my body—it’ll never object.”

His words rang true when I slid my hand to his shaft, which was already hardening.

I kissed his pec. “Don’t mind if I do.”

I gently ran my fingers over his balls, cupping them and sliding my leg seductively against his. His body moved slowly as it woke up. He turned his head and kissed my hair. I took his growing dick into my hand and massaged it, lifting my head to receive his lips. He kissed me softly, slowly, and sweetly, bringing his hand up to hold my cheek. I sighed, shifting upward, closer to him, all the while moving my fingers up and down his now-firm and eager cock, loving that I could have such control over his body.

I finally lifted myself over him with the help of his hands at my hips and settled down with my heated core over him. We continued kissing, our lips sliding against each other’s and our tongues swirling, dipping, and teasing one another. Anders ran his hands over my warm body, exploring as I did to him. Our movements were slow and deliberate, moving with each other as though we had all the time in the world. I didn’t think I’d ever felt this kind of happiness before.

I started to grind against him, sliding my wetness up and down the length of his cock.

He stopped kissing me, touched my cheek, and asked, “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, pushing harder against him now.

While I appreciated his strict use of condoms, at this moment, I couldn’t imagine stopping for anything. It felt excruciatingly arousing to have nothing between us, to be connected skin to skin. I lifted myself, giving him just enough room to pick his cock up and position it for me to slide right down onto him.

“Ah…” I breathed out in a ragged sigh, and so did he.

Fitting him inside of me was a whole sensation of its own, and I took my time sliding down, taking him in. His responding sigh and struggling breath told me he felt the same.

My body lay flat against his, moving slowly up and down, his hands helping, as I took my pleasure from him. I kissed him continuously and he took a strong hold of my ass cheeks, squeezing when I drew up, and releasing when I pushed back down. We were alone in this moment, giving ourselves to each other entirely.

This wasn’t just sex. This was something more.

There was a softness in his eyes, in his kiss, I hadn’t witnessed before. It seemed that neither of us needed nor wanted to discuss anything, only to feel.

After a few minutes of slow movements, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I picked myself up onto my hands, letting my hair drape to one side of his face. Then I truly let my body take over, shaking with need, pushing and pulling, sliding and clenching.

His hand cupped my face and forced me to look at him as he lost control too. It was magical—absolutely breathtaking.

I lost myself to Anders right then.

Right there, at that very moment when we came together, I knew.

I’d fallen in love with Anders.

33

ANDERS

“Mr. Humphries.” I smiled and shook Charles’s hand firmly.

“Yes, Mr. Windham. It’s good to have you here.”