Page 22 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

chapter

eight

Mia

I meet his gaze, his eyes look nearly black, his pupils have swallowed up so much of the blue.

“I’m a little relieved you don’t have a Jacob’s ladder. Those look painful,” I admit.

He gives me a wicked grin. “No, just the frenum.”

His forehead presses to mine. “Goddamn it, Mia,” he whispers. “I’m so hard for you. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to feel you touch me. To feel your body beneath my hands and mouth.”

“We have time to explore. Before the rest of your family gets here,” I say. I fall to my knees and pull his boxers down his hips. His jeans fall to his feet. I wrap my hand around his shaft, but my fingers don’t encompass his girth. The shimmer of the silver barbell pierced through the underside of his cockhead is so sexy. I’ve never given much thought to men with piercings before I met Ford. They fit him, though, and now that I’ve seen them, I can see how they just add to his sexiness.

“So if I had hidden myself under your desk. I would have grabbed you like this.” I lock my eyes on his, then lean forward and lick him straight up his shaft.

“Christ, Mia.” One of his hands threads into my hair, his fingertips massage the base of my skull. “You’re so beautiful like that. Fuck.”

I smile and then suck the head into my mouth, my tongue playing with the metal bar, tugging lightly. I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and relaxing my throat.

“You keep sucking me that good and I’m going to come down your throat. But I don’t go first. That’s my rule.”

I suck hard just to see him react. He pumps against me twice before he regains control.

“Mia,” he says, his tone full of warning. “Strip out of your clothes. It’s my turn to put my mouth on you.” While he’s saying all of this, he’s removing the rest of his clothes.

His entire chest and most of his arms are covered in ink. But only parts of his legs have tattoos.

He wraps his fingers around his dick and tugs. His hand with the ink crawling up his fingers just adds to the intensity of the moment.

“It’s nice to know that all that Big D energy isn’t unwarranted,” I say.

He laughs, and I swear I’m getting addicted to that sound.

I go about the business of stripping off my clothes. I do my best to ignore all the annoying and persistent thoughts peppering my brain. Ford says he wants me. He can’t fake an erection.

“I knew your tits would be amazing,” he says. He’s still standing there, gripping his cock, but his eyes are locked on my boobs. “I want you to get on the bed. Up on all fours. Make sure you spread your legs. I want to see your pussy. See how wet you are for me.”

“Embarrassingly wet,” I say as I assume the position. There’s nowhere for me to hide like this. He can literally see all of me.

“Mia, Mia,” he says my name like a reprimand. “I don’t know where to put my mouth first. Those tits are fucking perfect. But this pussy.” He gives it a slap. “This pussy is just begging for attention. Isn’t it?” His thumb swipes through my soaked folds.

“Ford,” I breathe his name. “I need⁠—”

“I know exactly what you need.”

He runs a palm up my back, then applies pressure. “Put your head on your hands. That’s it, ass up.” He cups my pussy, then gives it another swat. Then he bends forward and licks me from behind.

“Oh damn,” I say.

He toys with me, licking everywhere but where I need him most.

“Quit teasing me, Ford. You said you knew what I needed.”

“I do know. But I find I like it when you’re impatient and bossy.”

“Sadist,” I say.