Page 27 of The Boss
Electricity zinged through me the moment our lips touched, scorching its way across my nerves. He devoured my mouth like a starving man, every fiber of his being focused on the way our lips moved together, the stroke of his tongue across mine. His teeth bumped against mine, latched onto my bottom lip, and I moaned.
“Touch you.”
The words were a whisper so faint I couldn’t tell if they were a request or a demand, but either way, I consented.
“Yes.” I kissed his jaw, scraped my teeth across the skin there. “Yes.”
His palm was hot as it pushed aside my skirt and traveled up my leg to palm my ass, then moved around until he cupped my sex. I pushed his jacket off and let my hands roam those broad shoulders and muscled torso. I itched to touch him, was tempted to tear his shirt off, but we had a party to get back to, and I doubted he’d appreciate his buttons wrenched off.
The hand not lightly teasing me over my panties caught my chin and held me in place as his mouth found me again. His tongue slid between my lips at the same time a finger moved under the delicate silk I wore.
I gasped as the pad of his index finger grazed my clit, and he swallowed the sound. That one and all the others I made as his fingers skillfully moved over that bundle of nerves, driving me toward the climax I could feel building inside me.
Circles with just the right pressure and then back and forth, a perfect rhythm designed to send me flying as quickly as possible. All I could do was clutch his shoulders and accept pleasure so intense it almost hurt as it coursed through my body. Then I was coming, shuddering as his talented fingers pushed me to orgasm and beyond.
My body stiffened.
Air stopped in my lungs.
Teeth bit down on his lip.
Hands grabbed at his shirt until I was sure it would tear in two.
And still, he rubbed my swollen, throbbing clit, lighter now, coaxing me down from the brilliant white headspace of climax. Holding me up until I could stand on my own. Saying not a single word as he moved my panties back into place. Smoothed down my dress.
And then moving away as we realized what we’d done. The lines we’d crossed. The things we risked if anyone ever found out about this.
But I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Eighteen
Nate
I didn’t knowwhat had come over me. Or rather, I did know, but I didn’t understand it. I prided myself on my self-control, but it failed me. The moment she hadn’t done what I’d told her to do, I’d known that I had a decision to make. I could tell her to go home and then go find Zed like I’d originally planned…or I could do what I’d wanted to do from the first moment I’d talked to her, even when I’d been pissed at her.
So I kissed her. And not a half-assed kiss like before when I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea or not. This was an all-consuming kiss that led to me putting my hand up her dress and stroking her to a climax.
Watching her come apart as my fingers worked over her hot, wet skin hadn’t been like any of the thousands of other times I’d made women climax. There was something so pure and innocent about it, and while that wasn’t usually my thing, when it came to Ashlee, I was starting to think that all my normal rules didn’t apply.
I held her while she came down, my thoughts wandering from this experience to what it would be like to have other experiences with her. If she was truly as innocent as she seemed, she might have only done vanilla stuff with other guys.
A spark of jealousy made itself known. I didn’t like the thought of her with other men.
I liked the jealousy even less.
What would it be like, I wondered, to be able to teach a sub my likes and dislikes from moment one? To learn the things that turned her on even as I taught them to her. Teach her how pleasure and pain could go together. Dirty that pure vanilla just a little bit. Or a lot, depending how she took to it.
I’d been impulsive just now, though, and I couldn’t do that again. I had to be smart about it. Make sure that she didn’t think I was coming on to her as her boss. We had to separate sex and work…even though I had just made her come at a work function. That wouldn’t happen again. It couldn’t. If we were going to do this, we would do it right.
I felt her tense the same time I saw her finish processing the reality of what we’d done, and I took a step back. She needed to get her head around it before I could take things further.
“So…”
I smiled at her. “You aren’t going to go all weird on me, are you?”
As I’d hoped, my words made her laugh. A nervous laugh, but still a laugh.
“What about you? Are you going to ‘go all weird?’”
