Page 45 of My Favorite Boss

He bent, gripping my elbows, and pulled me up. He dragged me into his arms, kissing me again. His hands were everywhere. Cupping my breasts, stroking, pinching, and teasing my nipples. Yanking at the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down until I was bare in front of him. Then he lifted me, carrying me to his desk. He made a detour past his door, and it slammed shut, the lock clicking into place. He deposited me on his desk, pushing off the files, his empty coffee cup and warmer, and anything else in the way. I blinked, looking at the mess. Bane liked it neat. Apparently, Alex didn’t care.

He pulled up his chair, sitting down and staring at me. I wanted to cover myself, but I knew he wouldn’t let me. His eyes roved over me, and I felt them like a lover’s touch caressing my body. He lifted one foot, kissing the ankle and up my calf to my knee, then did the same with the other. He placed them on the arms of his chair, opening me to him. He stood, bending and kissing me until I was a mass of pleading need and desire under him. Then with a wicked grin, he drew away, easing me onto my back. Exhilaration, nerves, and want kicked up as he stood between my legs, staring down, tracing his fingers over me lightly. Teasing. Touching.

“Alex,” I whispered. “Please.”

His gaze flew to mine. “Keep saying my name, Maggie darling. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget yours.”

Then he dropped to his chair and pulled me to his mouth.

BANE

Every filthy dream I’d had about Myers was lying on my desk in front of me. Her creamy skin was on display, the occasional crop of freckles decorating the smooth flesh. I planned on licking every one of them. Tracing her tattoo with my tongue. Discovering every sweet spot on her body. What made her gasp. Groan. Whimper.

I trailed my fingers over her splayed legs. She was almost panting in her desire, and my cock was throbbing at the sight of her sensual beauty—laid out like a feast for my eyes and mouth. She was wet—erotically so—glistening and inviting under the lights. Pink and tempting. I touched her with one finger, gently stroking it up her folds, hearing her sharply indrawn breath. I turned my head, pressing a kiss to her thigh, slowly drawing the skin into my mouth and sucking. Her hands fisted on the wooden desk as I turned and did the same to the other thigh. “Everything between these marks is mine, Magnolia. Do you understand me?”

She made a strangled sound, and I frowned. She was still tense and trapped somewhere in her mind. I wanted her with me, the way she had been when she was on her knees giving me the best fucking blow job I’d ever had. I had never felt this level of passion and need for a woman. For her to want me as much as I wanted her.

“Maggie darling,” I murmured, the endearment slipping from my mouth so easily. “Do you not want this?”

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

“Has no one…” I let the words trail off, rubbing soothing circles on her legs.

“Not often. And the last time, ah, it didn’t end, um…well.” I felt her swallow. “He said I was frigid.”

“You didn’t come?”

“No. Frankly, he was like a dog with his face in a water bowl. Slurping and shaking his head. He, ah, never, ah…found the right spot.”

I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it. She was fucking adorable when she was shy.

“He didn’t know what he was doing,” I murmured, drifting my finger up and down her wetness, barely touching her, smiling as she shifted closer to feel my touch better. “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she replied.

I lifted my head. “Hey.” I waited until she met my eyes. “Not possible. But tell me you want this. You want me.”

“More than anything.” She sighed. “And I’m on birth control.”

“I have condoms. We’re covered.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Say it.”

“Please, Alex?” she asked.

“Tell me what you want. Say it out loud for me.”

“Your mouth on me.”

I reached for her hands. “Hold tight, darling. I’m about to blow your mind.”

She was everything I wanted. Wet, hot, sweet, and musky on my tongue. Soft. Her clit was a small nub I suckled, feeling it harden and swell under my touch. I licked her top to bottom, over and over. Feasted on her. Felt her relax and lose herself with me the way I wanted. The tension drained from her body, changing to an entirely different type of posture. Her hands left the desk, burying into my hair. I palmed her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples. I nipped at the sensitive nub, listening to her gasp of pleasure as I sank one, then two fingers inside her. I skimmed her tight ass with my pinkie, stimulating the little knot. I pulled her closer, draping her legs over my shoulders, lifting her off the desk and taking her with utter abandon. She gasped my name, moaned in pleasure, her sounds an aphrodisiac. She whimpered and begged. Tugged at my hair, her cries getting louder. I added a third finger, sending her over the edge, and she came hard, filling my mouth with her honey, spasming around me, her body a live wire that sparked and shook.

I nuzzled her as she came down, reaching over and grabbing a condom from my drawer, grateful I had thought to put one there last week. My cock was already hard again, desperate to be buried inside her heat. I stood, wiping my mouth and looking at her. I pulled her to the edge of the desk, not giving her a chance to recover, and, with a snap of my hips, buried myself inside her.

Her dark eyes went wide as I started to move. I lifted her, once again draping her legs over my shoulders and gripping her hips. I lost all control as I pounded into her, almost bending her in half as I took her. She lifted her arms, holding on to the edge of the desk, meeting my thrusts, our bodies taking control. She clutched at me like a vise, her muscles fluttering around me. She was breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp, her hair torn from her ponytail and spread across my desk.