Page 32 of Sexy Bad Boss

I could hyperventilate. His words are making it hard to keep from panting. I shift until I’m right in front of his face.

He licks his lips and slides his hand up the side of my leg and around to my ass. “Wider.”

I step out. “Better?”

“Better.” He brushes his lips against my mound, a feather-soft touch.

I squeeze the pillowed top of the sofa in my trembling hand. Please, legs don’t give way. Oh! That first kiss turns into another as his mouth wanders lower and lower. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, try to remember to breathe. Concentrate on each rise of my chest as his fingers move between my legs, leisurely, gently, seeking out my wetness and spreading it, massaging it into my swollen flesh.

I swallow roughly and whimper. This isn’t real. Can’t be real. One of my calves shakes. I swear any second it will cramp, but I’m not missing a moment of this. My eyes slip shut as pleasure wiggles up my spine; my insides tighten.

James grips my ass harder when he finds my clit. Thank goodness, because I almost fall from this unwise perch above him. The last thing I want to do is hurt him while he uses small ,sweet circles to toy with me. I find the top of his head and brace myself by threading my fingers through his hair while I balance my weight against the couch instead. Staples. The Burdack files. Still have to reschedule that meeting. Can’t make this last. Feels too good.

“Going to make you come, Supergirl.” James groans, his breath scorching my sensitive bits. Then he sticks out his tongue and licks the length of my slit, and I know he’s right. No amount of stationery or scheduling is going to save me while he eats me up. That tongue that normally gives me orders is giving me something else instead. I lift my face to the ceiling, panting through dry lips while he licks and sucks and pushes me to climax right there on the couch in his living room. It’s better than every fantasy I’ve ever had about our doing it on my desk, or his office, or in the photocopier room, or even in his bed. It rips through me, tearing apart any chance I have of pretending I don’t have it bad for my boss. I can’t hide it now, even if I wanted to.

“Myra, we should—”

“Everyone decent in here?” Garrett hollers and the front door bangs closed.

“Oh bollocks.” I scramble to climb down from the couch.

“Christ,” James says under his breath. “Damn it, Garrett.”

I manage to scoop my…er, James’s panties from the floor before Simon prowls into the living room. I search for somewhere to hide them.

“Here.” James holds out a hand for me to drop them into, which he then shoves into his pocket.

Phew.

Garrett strolls into the room on the heels of the cat.

“You’re early,” James snaps.

“And you’re grumpy. Myra, he’s not being too much of a pain, is he?” Garrett glances around the room. “You might want to open a window. There’s a smell. I can’t pick it.” His brows draw down in that concentrated manner of someone who can’t fathom why the answer eludes them, and then he slaps his thigh and snorts. “Never mind. I’m probably imagining it.”

“I have a conference call in half an hour,” James says.

“That’s fine. I won’t stay too long.” Garrett sits in one of the armchairs.

James’s cell rings. “It’s the office. Give me a second.”

“Sure.” Garrett nods, and then looks at me with a curious expression while James answers the phone. Can he tell what just happened in here? Oh, I suppose that’s not entirely farfetched when James is still bulging out the zip of his slacks. Crap.

James mutes the call. “Alex made record time apparently. How long until you’ll be ready to go in?”

“N-now.” I slip into my heels, and run my hands over my skirt. Nothing will get the creases out now. Although I best run upstairs and find another pair of his briefs to wear.

“Thanks.” His gaze lingers on me for a moment before he relays the information to Barb.

“I’ll see you later.” I pick up my bag. What was he going to say before Garrett interrupted us? That we should talk about what’s happening between us? Or that, again, it shouldn’t have happened? “If you need me for anything...”

“How about I worry about me for this afternoon. You worry about that intern.”

“Okay. If you’re sure.” I’m going to worry about James anyway. About what he was going to say.

“I’ll call if I need you.”

“I’ll just...” I take a few steps out of the room. “James, about before. Um, thanks.”

His eyes widen and he goes entirely still.

Garrett makes a weird sound in his throat.

“Thanks for, uh, helping me solve that issue. The one with the new assistant.”

James drops his gaze to his phone. He jabs the screen in an uncoordinated manner and coughs. “Yep. No problem.”

“I better...” I glance in the direction of the front door. I can’t believe I just thanked my boss for giving me head. It’s just so awkward with Garrett sitting there. Maybe I should move to London anyway since I will never live this down.

“Yep. I’ll see you when you get back.”

I hurry for the door.