Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

She turned her head until her face was inches away from mine.

“Me too,” she breathed. “Tonight has been more fun than I could have imagined.”

I nuzzled my lips against her neck, savoring the taste of her skin and the way she shivered. Her lips parted, and unable to resist, I pressed my mouth to hers.

Our first kiss was slow and tentative as we explored and tasted each other.

She parted her thighs slightly, and I inched my hand higher. My breath caught in my throat when I reached the apex of her thighs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. My dick hardened so fast, it almost burst from my trousers.

“Dirty girl,” I murmured.

Alyssa moaned softly and pressed against my hand. Arousal soaked her pussy, and desire for her left me vibrating.

I eased my fingers between her folds and pinched her slick and swollen clit.

“Yes,” she whispered, breaking our kiss. She leaned her head against the back of the booth.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” I murmured against her ear.

“Then, don’t stop.”

Reaching over, she cupped her hand around my cock and squeezed. She then opened her legs wider. I took the hint and slid two fingers into her pussy. Her inner walls clamped down, and she whimpered.

I was going to fucking lose it. I slammed my fingers in and out and watched her chest rise and fall.

She removed her hand from my dick and gripped the edge of the table. Beneath the tablecloth, her hips gyrated, and her body pressed against mine. I slammed my fingers deeper and harder. A lone tear trickled down her cheek, and her inner muscles spasmed, holding my fingers hostage. To stop herself from crying out, she rolled her lips between her teeth.

Her juices coated the back of my hand, and it was all I could do not to get down on my knees and suck and lick her dry.

Her shoulders sagged, and her eyes fluttered open. She gazed at me as the aftershocks raced around her body. With our eyes locked on one another, I removed my fingers from between her legs and lifted them to my lips, sucking them one by one.

“Fucking delicious. I’m going to take you home and screw you till you scream my name.”

She laughed. The deep and throaty sound filled with lust. “Let’s go.”Chapter Eight - AlyssaI’d done many things in my life that I had regretted but having a man finger fuck me in a restaurant wasn’t one of them.

My entire body buzzed and pulsed. So far, the night had been the stuff of dreams, and it still wasn’t over.

I couldn’t wait to get Shane in my bed. To see him naked. To see his dick hard and dripping for me.

My work colleagues rarely came to my house. It was my sacred space away from the club. The only people who had ever been to my place from work were Johnny, Phyllis, Candy, and Rachel when they helped me move in.

When we got back to my house, I couldn’t get the key in the lock because I was shaking so much. After a few failed attempts, Shane took the key and said, “Let me.”

The tension between us smoldered, and if we didn’t get naked soon, we would ignite.

Not bothering to wait until we got to the bedroom, we kissed one another in the hallway with reckless, vicious abandon. Neither of us was holding back. Then, taking his hand, I led him upstairs.

“Shit,” he bit out.

“What is it?” I asked, confused.

“I don’t have a condom.” He tore his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t think this would happen tonight.”

“It’s okay,” I assured. “I’m on the pill.”

Relief filled his face. “Then what’s stopping us?”

“Nothing.” I pushed him onto a chair in front of my dressing table. “Why have you never asked for a lap dance from me?” I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked deep into his heavy-lidded eyes.

“Because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.”

I positioned my legs on either side of his. “I know you watch me when I’m dancing. I know you come out of your office to see me.”

“When it comes to you, I can’t resist. Do you want to know what I do after I watch you dance?”

“Tell me.”

“I go to my office, watch the security footage of you dancing and jerk off. When I go home, I think about you and jerk off. Everything about you turns me on. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone in my life.”

I closed my eyes at the desire I heard in his voice.

“You feel the same way, don’t you?” he asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded. “I don’t date. I go to work. I come home and go about my life. But ever since the night we met, all I can think about is being with you.”