Page 24 of Sexy Bad Boss

Stumped? Glancing back at my hand, still so close to his groin, I clear my throat, but the truth is, I don’t know where to begin. Just like last night, I don’t know what to say. But I do know what to do. I think.

“Okay.” James loosens his hold on me. “Perhaps tomorrow we can hash this out, and you might actually give me something to work with since you don’t want—”

I drop to my knees beside him and trail my hand across his semi-erection. With a sharp intake of breath, he bows in on himself. My palm soaks up his heat through the blanket and those hideous pants. Need grows into a ball inside me, a hot urge to drag the blanket away and undo his pants so I can get my hands on his naked flesh.

“Myra?” His breathing shallows out as I rub along the hard ridge through the blanket. “What are you doing?”

“Should I stop?” Oh God, please don’t make me stop. This could be the worst mistake of my life if he’s not into it at all. I hesitate, almost lift my hand from his lap.

“Don’t.” He covers my hand with his and presses it more firmly to his erection. “Don’t stop.”

I do not need to be told twice. My insides melt like hot butter. I’m so going to need to change my panties after this. James wants me. He’s not turning me away. He’s not telling me that it’s a bad idea. Grabbing a fistful of the blanket, I drag it off him before I reach for his pants. He pushes his head back into the pillow, the sharp angle of his Adam’s apple standing out as he swallows down another groan. His long fingers caress my wrist as he rubs himself into my palm. I flip my hand over and squeeze his so that I can get to his fly and undo it. My heart is in my mouth and my chest is so tight I can’t breathe with the expectation. I know every damn detail about the man except for this.

I lick my lips as I take his hard, bare cock in my hand and give it a light squeeze. A soft breath pushes between his lips and the hand that holds mine tightens.

“Christ.”

My pulse gallops. Maybe he just needs time to get used to the idea that I want to be more than his assistant. Maybe he, too, wants to be far more personal than that, if this current situation is anything to go by. I run my hand up and down his length until his hips bump against my wrist each time.

“This is what I want, James.” I bow my head and whisper my lips over the fat crown of his cock. Flicking my tongue out, I swipe the bead of moisture from the top and taste him. “I know it’s so much more than a promotion, but I can’t help it.”

He shoves his hips up and his cock knocks against my lips. Obviously too much talking, not enough action. Perhaps now isn’t quite the time to tell him how I feel. No, give him a taste of what he could have if he weren’t so buried in his work first. I open my mouth and take him in. One hand wrapped around the base of him, I suck and wiggle my mouth up and down the length of him. He’s slick with my saliva, swollen hard in my mouth, and I desperately want to reach between my own legs and ease the tightness inside me. The idea of him touching me is like some weird version of heaven, only it’s a sauna and I’m permanently frustrated because he has only one good hand and it’s nowhere near where I need it to be.

His hips change rhythm, lose it. His erection is still hard in my mouth. A light rumble comes from deep in his chest. Again. I glance up at him as he relaxes under my hands. Eyes closed, lips parted, he lets out another one of those rumbling breaths. I gape and his still somewhat rigid dick drops with a wet plop against his abs.

“James?”

Nothing.

“James, are you asleep?” I scramble up off my knees. How could he fall asleep while I was giving him a blowjob? Was he asleep this entire time? No, I can’t believe he was, but what if this is because of the painkillers and the wine, and the... I am a terrible person, aren’t I? Taking advantage of him while he is incapacitated. What if he didn’t mean it when he told me not to stop? I quickly tuck him back inside his pants and pull the blanket over him. How embarrassing and awkward.

Especially if he remembers, and “don’t stop, that feels good” was really, Don’t. Stop. You’re skeeving me out. It probably was, wasn’t it? He just offered me a promotion with the company because he’s completely blind to my real motivations for leaving. It’s possible I read into it what I wanted to.

Which means it’s time to consider whether there’s any reason I shouldn’t take the job with Royal Cookie Co. And I better start looking for someone to fill my position with Frost Inc. The sooner the better.