Bradford chooses that moment to toss me onto the bed, and I sink into the mattress. The plush duvet billows around me. He levels me with a heated gaze as he unbuttons his dress pants. Lowering the zipper, he pulls them down with his underwear, and his hard cock springs free.
"Oh, my god," I breathe, so stunned by his size that my mouth drops open like a cartoon character. It's so impressive that I almost forget the other thing. You know, his confession that he's been obsessed with me for months. Wasobsessedthe word he used?
"I'll fit," he says, gripping his length as he makes a slow perusal of my body. His eyes stop on my naked breasts, and he bites his lip. Pre-cum glistens at the tip of his cock, and a little thrill runs through me.
"Yes, you'll fit. And fuck, it's going to feel so good," I tell him, pinching my nipples and praying to all the gods that he knows how to use that thing.
Bradford raises his eyebrows at my response and gives me a lusty grin. His eyes darken as he climbs onto the bed, kissing his way up my body until he's staring into my eyes. My drenched panties are the only thing between us.
"How often do you work out?" I ask, unable to tear my gaze away from his muscular chest and arms. My hands trace the hard lines of his pecs and biceps.
"Every day. I use the resort's facilities." He shivers slightly when my fingers flutter over his stomach.
"Bradford Maloney is ticklish?" I tease, grinning like I've found his deepest, darkest secret.
He chuckles when I move my fingers to his ribs. "Two can play that game, gorgeous."
He captures my wrists in one large hand. A deep throbbing in my core turns my nipples to hard points. His sheer strength is sexy as hell, but I’m not prepared for what he does next.
I laugh uncontrollably as he pays me back, tickling my ribs until I can barely breathe.
"Stop! I'm going to pee!" I gasp.
He finally lets me go, gazing at me with a look that makes me swallow hard. It's the look Mr. Darcy has after he crosses the field at the crack of dawn to confirm whether Elizabeth has indeed changed her mind. Bradford's face is filled with so much love and hope that it leaves me feeling dazed. The reality I thought I knew—the one where my sexy billionaire boss hates me for no good reason and I love him desperately from afar—is completely distorted. The idea that he doesn’t hate me, that he’s beenpiningfor me, rocks my world. I'm dizzy with the prospect, but overthinking right now will kill the mood. A mood that has me wet and desperate for his big, fat cock.
I lift my head, kissing him hard. Our tongues move together, and we writhe against one another in heated passion. His large hand palms my breast, plucking at my nipple until I moan into his mouth.
"Fucking perfect," he growls, grinding his hard cock against my core before kissing his way down my body. He settles between my legs, where he removes my panties and raises them to his nose. "Mine."
"Yours," I breathe, watching him between my thighs as I drip with sexual need.
His eyes light up at my response, and then he's on me. His tongue finds my wet slit, and waves of pleasure course throughmy body. I sob, grateful for the sensations he's wringing from me, but also overwhelmed by everything he said today.
I throw my arm over my mouth, embarrassed by my intense reaction.
"Don't you dare." Bradford pauses his ministrations on my clit. "Those sounds are mine. I want to hear all of them."
I nod quickly and push his head back where I need him. He chuckles against my core. His tongue expertly brings me to the edge, winding me higher as he tortures my clit. I cry out loudly, letting him hear every sensation he's creating in my body. He moans, lapping at my juices like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. As his tongue circles my clit, he applies a new pressure.
"Yes, fuck, yes. Right there!" I sob. A throb of pleasure starts and then cascades through my body as I come on his face.
"Good job," Bradford praises.
I pat his arm weakly, still recovering from my orgasm.
He climbs my body, kissing, licking, and sucking my sensitive skin. "I could stay down there until the end of time. Live off your incredible nectar," he says between kisses. "But if I don't get inside you right now, I might not survive until the morning."
When he reaches my face, he kisses me hard, and I can taste myself on his tongue. A fresh rush of desire coats my upper thighs, and I open my legs invitingly, reaching for his hard cock. I close my eyes in anticipation of how he’ll fill me so perfectly, but of course, he's not having any of that.
"Look at me, Hartley."
My eyes fly open at the sound of Bradford's deep voice.
"I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you become mine."
Oh, God, this man and his ownership talk.Why is that so hot?
He notches at my entrance, pushing the head of his thick cock inside my soaking wet core. I grip his arms at the sublime sensation.
