Boss of Me

“Open your legs.” He kneels on the mattress above me, and I do as he says.

Reaching down, he slides the tip up and down before sinking to the hilt in me. He’s balls-deep, and we both moan loudly. My eyes are squeezed shut, and we hold, savoring the feeling of fullness, of complete connection.

“Look at me.” His voice is soft, and I blink my eyes open.

The intensity is almost more than I can bear. I want to look away, but he won’t let me. He’s on his forearms above me, and I’m pinned by his large frame, his hands on my shoulders, his cock deep inside me.

“Your eyes…” He leans forward and kisses my jaw, rocking his hips and giving me a gentle thrust. “They were the first thing that captured me.”

He gives me another thrust, and ripples of pleasure twist in my stomach. His mouth moves to mine, and our tongues entwine. His hips pick up speed, moving faster, rougher, and I exhale a moan. He kisses me again before dropping his head to my shoulder as he seems to lose control.

His body is hot against mine. Large hands grip my shoulders, and he pulls me down as he pushes up between my thighs.

“So good.” His voice is hoarse in my ears.

My knees rise, and the friction of his movements, the force of his thrusting, the sound of his groans all push me to the brink of orgasm once more. I move my hips in time with him, savoring his scent of soap and citrus and sweat.

I press my mouth to his shoulder, tasting the salt there with my tongue. Another low groan, another hard thrust, and he holds, pulsing and filling the condom. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and for a minute, I close my eyes and memorize this moment, this gorgeous, sexy man all around me, holding me, inside me. It’s hypnotic.

Lifting his head, he kisses my cheek once more before looking down at me. “Still hungry?”

A laugh bubbles up inside me, and I shake my head. “You did lure me here with the promise of hot chicken.”

“You’re the hot chicken.”

That makes me laugh harder, which pushes him out.

“Shit.” He reaches between us quickly grabbing the condom and disposing of it.

He’s out of the bed, and he walks back to where I’m propped on my elbows admiring the view. His muscles flex as he walks, and that tight ass is so fine. Even at half-mast, his dick is pretty impressive.

“Is it time for the hot sauce?” A smile curls my lips, and he reaches for me, pulling me into his arms and wrapping them tight around me.

I kind of melt a little bit. Okay, a lot.

“Stay the night. I’ll take you home tomorrow.”

My silly heart rises in my chest, and I feel breathless. He wants me to stay…

“Is that a good idea?” I hate even thinking about it, but it feels so dangerous allowing myself to care for him. As if I have much choice about it.

He relaxes his grip, letting me move back. “Maybe not. But maybe…” He leaves the sentence hanging as he goes in the enormous bathroom.

I pull my sweater over my head then bend down and scoop up my thong and my skirt. Spend the night… My stomach is so tight, and I suddenly feel like I need to go home. This is crazy. And dangerous.

“Maybe I should head on home.”

“What?” He reappears in only boxer briefs, and my resolve tries to fade.

“Yeah, I mean. It’s probably for the best.” His eyes roam up and down my body. I’m only in my sweater, but I’m holding my skirt over my bottom half.

“If you don’t mind, I just need to use the bathroom.”

That signature frown returns, and I’m not sure if I’m happy or heartbroken to see it. I scoot past him into his bathroom and close the door, quickly turning the lock. I’m breathing so fast, and I feel like a coward for wanting to cry.

Making a stern face in the mirror, I scold myself in my head. Get a grip, Rocky. Yes, it was fantastic sex, possibly the best I’ll ever have. But Patton Fletcher is my boss. I’m trying to build a successful career, not sleep my way to the top.

Oh, God! I cringe at the thought of this getting out.