Bargaining with the Boss (Honeybrook Love, Inc. 2)

He clenched his fists at the thought, trying to think past the rush of longing and lust that shot directly to his cock at the idea of touching her.

"Speechless?" she asked, and when her head tilted to the side, she revealed one perfect cherry nipple. God, what he'd give to take that tip between his lips and suck until she arched into him and begged for more.

Or until he moved lower and kissed her between those creamy white thighs...

"Can you blame me?" He managed. "I don't walk into a room with a naked woman waiting for me every day."

"Just every other day?" She cocked her brow, a playful smile tilting her lips.

Where could he even start with her? With those plump rosy lips? With her hard nipples? Or lower? Would he kiss her inner thighs, teasing her until he finally dipped his tongue into her waiting heat?

And was she wet for him now? Already? The way he was impossibly hard for her?

"It's your move now, boss," she said easily.

Boss...

"Climb onto the bed," he rasped.

"Don't I at least get to see you first?" she asked.

"I thought I was the boss?" He quirked an eyebrow at her and though he expected her to argue back, she did as she was told with surprising ease. She leaned back onto the pillows, her silky hair splayed out around her while the rest of her body relaxed against the mattress.

He glanced at the juncture of her thighs. "Spread your legs for me. I want to see your pretty pink pussy."

She did as she was told again, and her chest rose and fell faster on the mattress. Already, she was breathing so hard that he could practically hear her. How would that feel against his ear as he fucked her? Warm and soft and...

"Let me see you," she said again.

He shook his head. "Each time you ask adds more time until you can see me." His cock throbbed again, hating him for his speech, but he continued nonetheless. "Don't forget who's in charge."

She nodded.

"Now, touch yourself for me. And no backing down this time. Tonight, you're all mine." If she wasn't he was going to lose his damn mind. His heart was already pounding so loud in his ears that he was sure brain might explode at any minute.

Now that he'd seen her naked, it wasn't that he wanted to fuck her. It was that he needed to. That if he didn't, he would never be able to focus on anything but her.

She spread her legs wider, then, slowly, she traced her clit with a single digit.

"Good. That's really good," he encouraged, and then she moved lower, moving two fingers up and down her slit until he could see the juices dripping from her.

All the while, her gorgeous blue gaze bore into him. And when she dipped one finger inside herself and licked her lips, it was all her could do not to tear off his clothes and burry himself as deep as he possibly could.

But he couldn't. Not yet, at least.

For all he knew, they only had this one night together and then life would return to snide comments in cubicles and tiny tight skirts that he couldn't touch.

If that was the case, he was going to be able to picture every detail of the body beneath those skirts.

"It would be better if it was you." She'd whispered the words, but he heard them nonetheless.

"You're damn right it would. Do you think about me when you do this at night?" He paused, wondering if now was the moment when she'd break and fight back.

To his surprise, though, she nodded.

Damn.

His cock jerked against his jeans. He should undress right now. But then this would all be over.