Instead of leaving, as I should, I undo the buttons of my flannel that weren’t yanked open, then reach inside to pull my tank top and sports bra up over my breasts.
I feel his cock lurch, but when he does nothing else, I take his hand and guide it to my breast.
“Fuck me,”he mumbles under his breath. “They never looked this damn big when I watched you walking around the ranch—and believe me—I look.”
Interesting revelation.
“I wear a tight sports bra so the guys don’t ogle me.”
He squeezes, and a strong pulse livens at my core. I swallow a thick lump in my throat, trying to fight away the dizziness that’s trying to overwhelm me.
“So…you look?”
“Every damn day.”
I bloom with pride at his confession.
He reaches down, sliding a hand under my rear to undo his pants and free his erection.
All at once, this whole situation becomes a lot more real. This isn’t just any handsome man. This is Greyson Prosper—my boss. The man who saved me.
His hand dances across my flesh, making the air in his tiny office feel scorching hot.
“May I take down your pants?” he whispers, his voice thick.
I should say no…
Instead, I undo the belt, button, and zipper and wiggle them down, leaving only my thin cotton panties between us.
He grabs my hips and starts thrusting, pushing up against me, his big cock pressing against my clit and making me moan.
“Grey…”I cry in desperation.
He pauses, his hands falling from my hips. “You need to get the hell out of here before I do something we both regret.”
A part of me knows I should obey.
A louder, more nagging part demands I stay.
And because the squeaky wheel gets all the grease, I wiggle atop him, seeking precious friction.
“Fuck…”he rasps. “I won’t be able to stop if you don’t let up.”
“Good.”
He takes that as permission and explores my body, sending shivers up my spine. I want to explore his, but this is all new to me, and I’m too nervous.
He kneads my breasts like dough. I’ve always been self-conscious of them, because my areolas are so large, but Greyson doesn’t seem to care. If anything, he’s thrilled by them.
I make a note to buy a few push-up bras and maybe not button my shirt so high.
“Don’t you dare hide these from me again,” he says, bending to suck a puckered nipple into his greedy mouth as his hand slides into my underwear and parts my pussy. “Already so wet for me.”
After just a few quick swipes along my pussy, he brings his wet fingers up and coats my other nipple with my juices before gorging on it.
I cry out in pleasure, pulling his head against my breast. He chuckles, his hand returning to my pussy.
I’ve never had an orgasm before, but I can feel one building, growing bigger, threatening to sweep me away.
