Fighting him seems to make him more aggressive, though, because his hands grip my thighs like iron vises. I realize belatedly that he’s going to leave bruises.
One hand works up my bare thigh to my panties, and Dr. Kincaid hooks a finger underneath the edge, slowly pulling them down my pelvis.
“Stop,” I say in earnest, because what is he about to do?
Is this really happening?
He said he was prone to sleepwalking… did he mean sleep sex? If so, he’s going to be mortified tomorrow, no matter how good he’s making me feel right now.
At the end of the day, he’s my boss and I’m his employee.
This will ruin everything—and I might lose my job because of it.
Bye-bye, house. Bye-bye, 401k.
Just as my underwear gets pulled down another inch, I pull back as much as I can, kicking out. He rears back in surprise, and my heel connects with his mouth.
I see the blood first—seeping between his teeth and making him seem like the actual devil as he glares at me from between my legs. His nostrils flare, and his lips pull back from his teeth, showing off the bloodied mess I made.
“Wake up,” I beg, nearly sobbing.
He doesn’t.
His eyes are still blank, still dead to what he’s seeing—not registering the monster he’s becoming in his sleep.
I pull my other foot back to kick him again, but he ducks, snaps his hand out, and grabs the leg I was kicking out with, pulling me onto the floor of the bedroom with a loud thump. The breath is knocked out of me momentarily, which gives him an advantage. Ripping my underwear off, he bends down and swipes his tongue up my slit.
He groans, and I swear I see stars from that low, reverberating sound.Even in his sleep, he’s enjoying this.I buck my hips, but not to get away from him. My nerve endings are onfire, and I let out a breathy gasp when he does it again—this time pressing his flat tongue against my swelling bud.
“Fuck,” I whimper, fists curling. “Dr. Kincaid?—”
He uses two fingers and rubs his saliva around before reaching between my legs and inserting two fingers inside of me. Gasping, my eyes roll back—the stretch is delicious and unexpected. I briefly think of the fact that I haven’t had a proper wax in weeks, but he doesn’t seem to mind or care, and that thought only spurs me on.
What the hell am I thinking worrying about being waxed? The man is asleep!
He hooks his fingers inside of me and pushes deeper. I groan and spread my legs wider. When I do, he reaches under me and lifts me up by wrapping my legs around his waist and moving one arm under my back. Carrying me back to the bed with his fingers still inside of me, he sets me down surprisingly gently. Just the fact that he lifted me… I’m not a small girl, and I have curves and cellulite for days.
I keep my eyes on his face for any sign that he’s going to come to, but there’s nothing—just that same dark, faraway look. Rolling my hips underneath him, he climbs between my legs and drives his hand into me roughly and with abandon.Oh, fuck.His fingers are directly hitting that sensitive spot inside of me, and I grab onto the sheets as he continues relentlessly.
I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my legs open wider of their own accord. He grunts and bends down, flicking my clit with his tongue. That deep, dark pressure inside of me begins to build—and I squeeze the sheets harder as his hand thrusts in and out, drawing my orgasm closer with every bump against that spot, and every hot, wet swirl of his tongue against my swollen bud.
“S-stop,” I murmur, squeezing my eyes shut.
He growls and quickens his pace, focused on one thing only.
A second later, I tip over the edge and explode.
Releasing a garbled cry, I come hard on my boss’s hand, squeezing him with every wave that rushes through me. He groans and sucks, his teeth grazing my clit as aftershocks work through me. Then, without warning, he sits up and unsheathes himself.
My mouth drops open as he strokes it a few times. The tip is leaking precum, and the shaft is thick and veiny.
The reality of what we’re about to do crashes through me, and I reach up for his hand.
“Dr. Kincaid,” I rasp, my heart still palpitating in my chest. “Wake up?—”
He bumps my legs apart with his knees, and then he hovers over me, lining himself up with me. Even if I wanted to stop this, I couldn’t—he’s bigger and stronger than me. He should stop. As good as this feels… it will ruin everything.
Placing my hands on his face, I slap him once—twice.
