Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

“I love how your cock fills me up.”

“And I love how fucking tight your pussy is.”

I pressed my hand on top of his and guided him to the perfect spot. My body was made for this man. He sent me to heights I didn’t know existed.

“That’s it, baby, fuck me hard. Make me explode inside of you.”

I moved my hips faster, grinding against his hardness, taking all the pleasure he offered.

“Milk my cock, Alyssa.”

Shane’s dirty talk sent fire through my veins. “I’m going to come,” I cried out.

My climax took control. I fell forward and dug my fingers into his chest. My inner walls clenched hard around him, and I cried and screamed his name.

Shane’s neck muscles corded, and he came deep inside me.

Afterward, we lay locked in each other’s arms, happiness cocooning us.

“Thank you for making me the happiest man alive. Thank you for forgiving me, and thank you for helping me see how wrong I was. I’ll never judge anyone again.”

I pressed kisses all over his chest. “And thank you for loving me for me, and for accepting me for who I am and what I do. I love you, Shane. I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you, Alyssa, and I will until my last breath and beyond.”

At that moment, I knew everything was going to work out perfectly.EpilogueAlyssa

Eighteen Months LaterLater today, I would walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams. The man I worshiped. The man I went to bed with and the man I woke up with.

Shane and our cute-as-a-button son, Jackson, would be waiting for me at the top of the aisle along with Liam, Jack, Noah, Candy, and Rachel.

I reached out and stroked my still sleeping son’s hand. After giving birth, I decided to stay home for a while. I consulted with Shane and his partners on the business, but Red Velvet had hung up her stilettos. She occasionally made an appearance in the bedroom, though.

I would go back to work full time one day, but I was content being a stay at home mom for the next few years.

I enjoyed every moment of mom life, even changing explosive diapers and having sleepless nights. Shane had cut down on his hours at The Bachelor. Deke and Blade had been promoted to managers, and Candy and Rachel shared the headline dance of the night.

Not too long after I resigned, Naomi had been fired for offering customers blow jobs in the bathroom. Karma was a bitch.

I’d contacted my mother to tell her about Jackson, but she showed little interest in meeting him or Shane. Her rejection didn’t hurt me. She had her own demons to defeat, but I hoped that one day, we could call a truce.

Johnny had taken on the job as PopPop. He was the only father I’d known, so I was delighted to have him act as Jackson’s grandad.

My life was perfect, and was about to get even better. Plus, I had a wedding night surprise for my husband-to-be.***

Once the bedroom door closed, my husband pressed me against it and ran his hands up and down my arms and over my shoulders. “I’ve wanted you all day long. You’re lucky I didn’t throw you over my shoulder during the reception.”

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

My breathing, along with my heart, picked up speed. Shane flicked the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, tracing around and around, hinting at what was to come.

“I love you, Mrs. O’Brien.”

In a flash of movement, he slanted his lips over mine and kissed me with demanding pressure. His hands were everywhere. Caressing my shoulders. Tunneling under my dress and over the curve of my ass.

I dug my fingers through his hair and held him close, moaning and gasping into his mouth.

He broke away, his eyes glassy, his breathing fast and hard. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. There isn’t a woman as sexy or as beautiful as you anywhere.”

“I’m the lucky one.” I took his hand and led him to the king-sized bed.

Standing behind me, Shane slowly untied and unzipped my wedding dress. When my dress was fully unzipped, he pushed it down my body and helped me step out.

I kicked the dress to one side. Wearing only my heels, corset, and a white, lacey thong, I turned around to face him.

“Looking at you is enough to make me come.” He blew out a long, low whistle. Slowly, carefully, he moved his hands from my shoulders to my breasts, then down over my stomach. He paused at the waistband of my thong. “As sexy as this is, I want to see my wife’s pussy.”

Lowering himself, he lifted one leg at a time and pulled my thong down my legs and over my shoes until it lay at my feet.

Moving back up my body, he ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips and waist until he reached my breasts.