Stolen By The Boss

Chapter 10

Sophia

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It’s a million degrees in this room. Someone needs to turn on the air conditioning before I spontaneously combust. The feel of Dean’s hard body against my back has me grinding slightly against him. Is it so wrong?

I watch as the two men touch the blonde woman Dean pointed out. She’s the same woman Dean went to talk to earlier. Believe me, I’d remember. Is it bad I was a tad bit jealous when he left me to talk to the women, even though I’d suggested it? I wanted us to appear like a genuine couple. A real couple that comes to these types of clubs and partakes in these activities.

I kind of wish Dean was touching me the way the two men touch the blonde.

I think I’d give anything to feel his touch.

I lean my head back, a moan escaping my mouth when Dean’s lips hit the pulse at the base of my throat. He scrapes his teeth all the way up my neck, sending chills throughout my body.

“Dean,” I moan out, my heart pounding inside my ribcage.

His hand reaches out, moving the rest of my hair out of his way so he has a clear path. I open my eyes, noticing another couple in another room on the opposite side of the club watching us. The man in the room is obviously pleasuring his woman between her legs. I can tell by the position of his arm and the look on her face.

I can’t see anything further than their waist, but I can now see that it’s the same for them as well. They can’t see what Dean and I are doing below our waists.

“What are you thinking about, Sophia?” Dean breathes out.

“We should really pretend like we’re doing something naughty up here.”

Dean stops kissing my neck and stands me up, turning me around so I’m facing him. “Slow down, Sophia. We have plenty of time to get into the good graces of Humphrey.”

He doesn’t understand how much I want Bishop dead. And soon. “I just don’t want to blow our cover.”

“Maybe you can kneel on the floor, and I’ll pretend you’re giving me head?”

I smile, not a bad idea. “Or, I can ride you. So people think we’re having sex.”

Dean doesn’t smile or say a word. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I decide to take matters into my own hands.

“Don’t move,” I tell him, straddling his lap. The slit in my dress skirt makes the work easier.

“Sophia, wait,” he says through gritted teeth. “Are you sure?”

“I’m one-hundred percent committed to this.” I rock up against him.

His hands wrap around the sides of the chair, so he’s not touching me. “Ride me like we’re fucking.”

I stare into his gray eyes. “Ok.” I grind over his hardness, and by the outline it appears like an enormous package. I move a little more and tilt my head back.

He leans forward, kissing down my neck again.

It turns me on so much that this time I seek out his hardness, making my tiny lace panties wet. I grind harder until I can’t stop.

“That’s right,” Dean grits out. “This looks so real.” His gaze catches mine again, both of us allowing our need to take control. Yes, this isn’t wanting. It’s need.

I kiss him, not meaning to but unable to stop the passion coursing through my veins. I crave to feel his hands on me, and wonder where he’d touch me if things were different. I keep my hands on his shoulders and rock, moving and grinding against him, my body building. At this point, I know my orgasm is close. I can’t do this, but I can’t stop either.

Dean doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are everywhere, moving up, wrapping around my waist, gripping the ends of my hair.

“Keep kissing me.” He groans.

I continue pressing my lips against his, my body rocking uncontrollably. “Oh, Dean. Fuck.” My orgasm slams through my body, making me implode.

My walls are crumbling. I’m holding onto myself by a miracle.

“Dean,” I pant over and over again.

I slow down, my body calming as my eyes meet Dean’s.

His are still on fire, a war brewing underneath his gray irises. “That was hot as fuck. No one will question us ever again.”

“Oh, my god,” I say, ready to hop off his lap, trying to erase the awkwardness coming soon. “I can’t believe…”

Dean stops me. “No, you can’t have a freak out right now. Pretend is the operative word, remember?” He runs his fingers over my hair, staring into my eyes.

I nod, taking a deep breath. My lungs are burning. “Alrighty then, sir.”

“Are you ready to go home?”

I nod again. “Yes, please take me home.”

And do this to me again. Over and over.

Yeah, a girl can dream…

It’s nearly noon by the time I get up the next day. Last night embarrassed me. I couldn’t even look Dean in the eyes when we got home. I went to my room, he went to his.