The Boss (The Boss 1)

He filled me again, so quick and hard it took my breath away.

"Fuck me hard," I whispered, and it turned into a moan as I moved with him.

He released my hands to sit up and grasp my hips. "What was that?"

"Fuck me," I repeated, though he didn't need my urging. He surged in me, rocking my hips in his hands, pulling my whole body down the bed with the motion until my back was bowed.

"I love to hear you say that," he groaned, grinding deep. “Louder, Sophie.”

"Fuck me!" I shouted. I hoped there was good soundproofing between him and his neighbors. "Fuck me! I want you to fuck me harder!"

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up, into his lap. We were caught in a tangle of my hair, our limbs and tongues, and when he pulled free of me he said gruffly, "Get on your hands and knees."

I guess I really do get off on anticipation more than anything else, because switching positions seemed to take a lifetime, and I relished every second of it. He caught my hair and wrapped it around his fist, jerking my head back. "Is this all right?"

"Yes!" I pounded my hand against the mattress. "Please just fuck me already."

He drove into me so hard that I lost my balance and my teeth knocked together, but he didn't let up. I'd asked for this, and a hard, punishing fuck was what I would get. I howled my relief as he pounded into me, my hands clenching the sheets until my knuckles were white. Every time I slipped down, unable to hold myself up under the force of his thrusts, he pulled me back up, going deeper, bringing inarticulate shouts from my throat.

"Like that, Sophie," he growled, jerking on my hair. "Let me hear you."

His other hand caught me around the waist, pulled me half up so all I could do was lean on his arm as he shoved two fingers between my folds to rub my clit.

"I'm coming!" I gasped in total disbelief at the intensity building to a rapid breaking point. How could he do this to me? How could he make me want him so much, so fast? I was almost furious at him for his easy knowledge of my body. But it's really hard to hold a grudge during an orgasm. I came screaming his name, spasming all around him.

He let go of me, let me fall forward and followed me as I went down, pressing me into the mattress as he groaned with his release.

"There," he said, out of breath, slipping from my body a little more with each heartbeat. "Isn't that so much better than a cab home in the dead of night?"

I wiggled beneath him, and he rolled off me. I sat up, tucking the cushiony duvet around my chest and beneath my arms. "Okay. You proved your point. Overnights are pretty awesome."

"You should respect the wisdom of your elders," he said with a tired chuckle.

"Oh, the wisdom that sent me home with no panties on one of the very first times we fucked?" I reminded him.

"And you learned an important lesson from that, didn't you?" He reached for a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. When he’d disposed of the condom in the small trash basket beside the bed, he pulled me down beside him. I happily snuggled in at his side. His arm was trapped under my waist, and his hand splayed at the small of my back, sliding down to squeeze my bottom. "You didn't wear panties this time, did you?"

"No, but I did bring some." I nibbled my lower lip and batted my eyes at him. "More black ones. Boy shorts, very cute. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested."

He pulled me up tighter, his fingers digging into my ass. "Why don't you put them on and see how interested I am?"

"Okay, even you must have a refractory period, horny as you are," I pointed out. "Besides, I left my bag in the foyer."

"Why don't you run out there and get it?" He kissed the tip of my nose. "Then come back and sit in my lap, wearing nothing but those panties. I will make it worth your while."

I took a breath, the imagined picture of Neil's hand down the front of my panties searing through my mind.

"Okay, but it's chilly in here. I'm taking your sweater." I rolled out of the bed with considerable difficulty. Seriously, I had no idea how Neil got up in the mornings at all. The damn thing was so comfortable and cushiony, I would call into work every single day and just lay around.

I picked up his sweater from the floor in the closet and tugged it over my head. It hung to mid-thigh on me, and I had to roll the sleeves back.