“I can’t,” I whisper, attempting to pull myself up and off him. Bo shakes his head between my thighs, groaning his displeasure at me trying to move. He attempts to hold me in place with a hand clasped around the back of my knee, but I break free.
He bites—not nibbles,butbites—the softest part of my inner thigh when I lift one leg to move off him. I yelp, laughing in surprise and sobering immediately, falling onto my ass next to the pillows.
“Sir!” I call out in shock. As in,how dare you?
I look over at him and find myself momentarily stunned. Bo’s parted lips are sparkling wet and slightly swollen, and his eyes are satiated. “Oh, hell yeah,” he breathes out a laugh, “I could definitely be into being calledsir.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but smile.
Attempting to catch my breath, I lie next to him. He moves a piece of hair out of his face before bracing his weight on his forearm to suspend himself over me and kissing me leisurely. I get off on the taste of myself on his lips, and based on the way he keeps brushing his tongue against mine, he does too.
Not long after that, I’m tracing his hardness through his boxers. “May I?” I slide the tip of my thumb under the hem. “Sir,” I reward him with only ahintof sarcasm.
“Have at it, honey,” he drawls, his voice arrogant as he falls onto his back with his hands braced behind his head.
CHAPTER 4
Bo’sdickishuge.I should have guessed, given the sheer height of him and the feel I got through his boxers. But I didn’t have much time to think ahead.
“Have you considered porn?” I ask, marvelling.
“Are you just going to keep looking at it?” Bo asks, voice strained.
“You had your turn to ogle. This is mine,” I argue.
“It’s a bit vulnerable.” He throws his hands out at his sides. “Just naked and lying here.”
“I could tie you up,” I offer. “That’s helped me with some of my shyness in bed before.” I look around. “I’d have to find some alternative to rope.”
“I’mnotshy,” he says pointedly. “But now I’m definitely imaginingyoutied up.” He reaches for me with a hand on the back of my neck, but I tilt away from him, still unsure of what to do with thissurprise.
“Be quiet while I try to calculate how this is going to fit.” I go onto my knees and sit next to his lap.
He sighs, placing a hand on his forehead, half covering his eyes.
“There’s just so much I haven’t done, you know?” I say.
“What?” he asks, laughing exasperatedly and running a hand through his hair.
“I wanted to travel, maybe have kids, learn how to make my own candles. I still haven’t watched all nine seasons ofThe Office.I thought I had more time.”
“Are you implying—”
“That this dick is going to murder me? Yes,” I interrupt.
“Oh my god,” he groans out.
“Do your hands get tired of holding it while you pee?”
“I’m gonna leave,” he mumbles. “I’m going to leave,” he says definitively when I press my forearm next to his lap for comparison.
“Sorry. Okay, sorry. Don’t leave. I’ll solve it.”
“It’s not aRubik’s Cube; it’s my penis.”
“Can you not say penis? It’s not a particularly sexy word.”
“Right, because the rest of this conversation since I gotnakedhas beensovery sexy.”
