My Naughty Boss

I'd never been one to care much about whether a woman said my name. With Sophia, I cared so deeply I didn't know what to make of it. My sole focus just now was on bringing her to the highest peaks of pleasure possible. A lick, a stroke, a subtle bit of suction on her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her until I could feel her legs shaking, her muscles tightening. Everything went taut and then she let go with a rough cry, her channel milking my fingers. It was all I could do not to stand and bury myself inside of her from behind. But I needed to see her face this time. I spun her around and lifted her against me.

There was nothing planned or calculated when we were together. It was a wild, rough mess. As I walked her through the living room and down the hallway, her wet pussy rubbed against my hard cock. She nipped at my neck, her hands tangling roughly in my hair. I shouldered through the bedroom door and reluctantly eased her down, probably too roughly undressing her. She was just as rough with me. I heard the tear of fabric, and I didn't even know what had torn, nor did I care. Then, we were tumbling onto the bed, and I rolled atop her. Her hair was a wild tangle on the pillows, just as I’d imagined.

I held still for beat as I settled into the cradle of her hips. I curled my hands into hers and started to draw back. In a flash, I caught the tail end of my restraint and hung on.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “I need to get a condom.”

I started to push back, and she curled her legs around my hips, shaking her head on the pillows.

“I'm on the pill. I'm clean, and I have absolutely no doubt you are too. You're a careful man,” she said with a hint of a grin.

I chuckled. “Of course I am.” Then, I sobered. “Are you sure?”

I knew I wanted to be buried bare inside of her, but it needed to be something she wanted.

She held my gaze and nodded. “Absolutely.”

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been bare inside of a woman. I was meticulously careful. A side detriment to being wealthy was the ever-present pressure of

women looking to start a family solely so they could use that family for leverage against your money. Even with Kayla, I'd never gone without a condom. Thank fucking God, in hindsight. But this was Sophia, and I trusted her completely. I knew she would never try to manufacture a situation like that.

I curled my hands in hers again, savoring the feel of her skin against me, her taut nipples pressing against my chest. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, but right now, I simply needed to be inside of her. I held still for a beat and then arched my hips back slightly, letting my cock slide through her folds. They were slick from her juices, the friction subtle and just enough to lash the whip of need inside of me.

I adjusted my angle and reached between us, sinking inside in one swift surge. She gasped, and I groaned, tightening my hands in hers. We held still, and I looked down at her. Her gorgeous brown eyes met mine, and my heart tightened in my chest, giving a hard kick to my ribs. I didn't know what to make of that. I’d known desire, I’d known passion and burning lust, but I hadn’t known all of those combined with the intimacy I felt with her. Every feeling fed into the other, amplifying all of them.

After a moment, I began to move when her hips rolled restlessly against me. I tumbled into nothing but sensation, driving back and sinking into her core again and again. Her hips rose to meet each stroke. I set a steady pace, slowly sending her back to the pinnacle until we toppled over again. Somewhere along the way, my measured strokes were lost in a pounding rhythm. Our skin slapped together. It felt so good to have her channel pulsing and throbbing around me, massaging my cock. I felt her begin to tighten, her legs curling and her hips rocking restlessly. Her breathy moans were driving me wild. I released one of her hands to reach between us. Pressing my thumb over her clit, I watched as she let go. Her features went tight, her eyes closed, and she let out a wild cry, tightening around me. I fell over the edge with her, my release so intense I collapsed against her in its aftermath.

I shifted my weight to the side to keep from crushing her and tried to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my release were still thundering through me, and her core still pulsed around me. My brain flickered back online. Our skin was damp, and our breath heaved in the quiet room. I slowly eased myself up on my elbow. I wanted to stay buried inside of her, this caught up with her. Her hair was a tangled mess on the pillows. Her eyes opened as if she sensed my gaze on her, hers reflecting the same dazed, stunned feeling I felt inside. I brushed her hair away from her face.

The space between us felt weighted, the intimacy contained within it shimmering around us. My heart gave that strange, hard thump again. I swallowed against the force of emotion rolling through me.

“Will you stay?” I asked, my words slipping out unbidden.

She stared back at me, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Despite an orgasm that had nearly run wrung me dry, my cock twitched slightly at the unconscious motion.

“Stay the night you mean?” she asked.

At my nod, she was quiet for a moment. I felt the rise and fall of her breath when her breasts pressed against my chest. Moving on instinct, my hand slipped through her hair and down to cup one of her breasts, my thumb rolling back-and-forth over her nipple. It puckered under my touch, and I felt a roll of satisfaction. I loved knowing I affected her this way. It was a small sign that perhaps she was as helpless in the force of this attraction as I was. When we were together, it was as if we were caught in a storm, the force of it binding us tightly into the center.

“I suppose so,” she finally said, her voice husky.

I couldn't help but smile. It widened when I saw hers in return. I drew back and stood, holding my hand out for her. She curled her palm in mine, and I tugged her into the shower with me.

Chapter 15

Sophia

I woke during the early hours of morning. It was still dark out, but the lights of Manhattan glittered through Lucas’s bedroom windows. I lay curled on my side, facing the windows. Lucas was spooned behind me. I felt surrounded and encompassed by his warmth and strength. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I even loved the way he smelled. Being in his bed, I was utterly immersed in his scent—a clean, pine scent. Perhaps it was his scent that made me so crazy. He was his own aphrodisiac, and I was helpless in the face of it. I shifted my legs, my hips unintentionally nudging back and bumping into his hard cock. I almost laughed. He was sound asleep, his breathing steady and even, yet his cock was hard and hot against my bottom.

Desire curled like smoke around me. He was asleep and oblivious to my internal state. The wisps of desire were like sunlight flickering through the trees. It was subtle, yet its power and persistence was unstoppable. I rolled over carefully. Last night had been yet another moment of insanity for me. I knew this, and I knew I needed to gain some control, yet right now, I was here with Lucas warm and strong beside me. I might as well enjoy the unfettered access to his body.

I trailed my fingers over his chest. Even in sleep, he was hard all over. There was just enough light coming through the windows for me to see him in the darkness, the dim light limning the strong lines of his profile. With a gentle push, I rolled him onto his back and slowly sat up to look at him. Dear God. He was just too tempting. I heard his breath shift. For a flash, I felt self-conscious, but I shook it away.

Lucas's eyes opened. His gaze landed on mine. My pulse set to pounding and heat unfurled inside.

After a quiet moment, he cleared his throat and spoke, his voice husked with sleep. “Are we getting up now?”

I could hear the smile in his question. I answered with my body, hitching a leg and settling myself over his hips. I was wet already. I held still for a moment, feeling the slide of his hard cock against my slick folds. He lifted a hand, trailing his fingers through the ends of my hair and down to cup one of my breasts, his thumb rolling back and forth across my nipple. I almost cried out at the sweet pleasure streaking through me. He lifted his other palm, cupping both of my breasts and teasing my nipples.