His eyes narrow. “You’ve been very naughty.”
I gasp like he’s put his hands on me. His words shoot straight to my needy clit.
“An absolute disgrace.” He puts a hand on the side of the hot tub. It’s large and strong and dusted with black hair, and all I can think about is how it would feel if he touched me.
He heaves himself into the water. I retreat until my back hits the side of the hot tub and squeak as he advances on me. The huge hot tub is suddenly not big enough for the two of us. He’s everywhere, with his rock-hard chest and boulders in his shoulders.
He grabs me, moving so fast I don’t have time to shriek.
His hand fists in my hair, drawing my head back. It stings in a way that makes me want more. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What I should’ve done a long time ago.” He lowers his head and stifles my gasp with a kiss. Those perfect lips claim mine, and I automatically press into him, even though he’s holding myhead back by my hair, hard enough to hurt. I rub myself against his body, and little electrical pulses run through me.
I have never been kissed like this before. I’m in a fever dream. He’s kissing me like he’s going to suck all the whiskey from me, and I moan when I shift my hips and feel his hard length.
“You’re a bad, bad girl.” He takes a break from mauling my mouth to nip at my jaw. Lightning shoots down my legs, and I collapse. He shifts us so that he’s sitting and I’m on top of him.
I grind down, chasing more of that lightning. I’m so close to coming, I’m going to bite him if I don’t get it soon. “The worst. Absolutely incorrigible.” He bares his teeth at me. His hair is mussed, wild. “The way you tempt me, Wellesley.”
What?
“The things you do to me.” He hauls me up by my hair so now I’m kneeling, straddling him. My body bows backward, pushing my breasts toward him. “Slipping your bra off in the middle of a work night.”
“You noticed that?”
His groan reverberates through me and makes my inner muscles spasm with ecstasy. “I couldn’t notice anything else. These tantalizing little nipples.” He leans in and licks one, then bites it. The pain sizzles through me, my orgasm rising. “I wanted to bend you over right there and punish you for tempting me?—”
My orgasm slams into me like a train. “Oh god,” I shout to the ceiling. “Oh fuck.”
“Yes, that’s it. Give it to me.” He pulls me close, loosening his grip just enough that I can rub my pussy against the ridge of his cock.
“You’re so hard,” I moan.
“All for you, Wellesley, all for you.” He still has that punishing grip on my hair—pain pulses through my scalp,adding to the maelstrom of feeling—but now he’s forcing me close. Right where I want to be.
I writhe against him, in the grip of a sudden storm of pleasure.
I rub one out every night fantasizing about him. Let’s be honest, it was always him, not a faceless man. But last night I passed out before my nightly orgasm, so now I’m riding high on a twenty-four-hour backlog of desire.
And here he is, with his powerful body and movie star eyes, and it doesn’t seem real.
“Wellesley.” He says my name like I’m his salvation. For a moment, I’m floating above the clouds.
I lick my Piers-bitten lips. My mind is clearing. I’m in my boss’s lap, naked, and I just used his abs like a sexy washboard to scrub my clit. I feel sexy and beautiful, but… am I? Is this really happening?
Is this really me?
“Holy hell.” My limbs are weak, but I push at him, trying to put some distance between us. “What was that?”
“You know what that was. And it was glorious.” He looks so satisfied, it’s distracting.
What was I trying to say? “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“You’re my boss!”
“You quit, remember?”
