Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

Alex obviously took that as a signal that Jamie was ready and willing to get started, because an arm slid around her waist and pulled her right into his lap. Jamie, still laughing, wasn’t particularly upset about the change. She released Alex’s hand to wrap her arms around her husband’s neck and leaned into his chest. His warm hands settled on her hips.

“I missed you,” Alex said, though he’d already said it, this time with his nose skimming along Jamie’s collarbone through her shirt. “Missed you quite a lot, in fact.”

Jamie let her head tip back a little to give him more space, her fingers sliding up to tangle gently in the curls at the nape of Alex’s neck. She smiled.

“You should show me how much you missed me,” she suggested, her voice dropping a little lower, coming out breathy.

“Oh, I should, should I?” Alex smiled against her skin, even as he nipped sharply at it in playful reproof. “I think you’re greedy, wife of mine.”

“Might be,” Jamie agreed readily. “Or maybe I just want you so bad.”

That won her another kiss, deep and hungry and claiming, and Jamie pressed close against Alex’s chest, arms tightening around him. She loved the way Alex kissed, like there was nothing better he could think of doing. Like all that mattered was the moment and Jamie wrapped up in his embrace. Alex always kissed her like she meant the world to him, and Jamie couldn’t get enough of it.

“In that case,” Alex said when the kiss broke, “maybe you should show me how much you want me.”

“Doesn’t that make you greedy, too?”

Alex laughed. “Maybe I just want you, too.”

Jamie gave him a look that said quite clearly that she was on to him, but she gave in to the suggestion with a soft laugh.

Sliding from Alex’s lap, Jamie sank easily to her knees on the soft carpet. Alex slid to the edge of the bed, and Jamie reached up to open the button on his jeans. She heard Alex’s intake of breath and smiled, letting her tongue slip out to wet her lower lip. Her eyes lifted to his face as she pulled the zipper down, and she smiled at the expression there, at the hunger in his blue eyes.

Her hands skimmed Alex’s jeans do

wn his hips to his mid-thigh, out of the way, and he lifted up to help her. Alex was already getting hard in his briefs, and the outline of him was obvious. Jamie reached up and slid the palm of her hand along the hard curve, pressing down just enough to make Alex hiss softly and rock into the touch. She loved watching him come apart under her hand. Her fingers. Loved knowing that she could turn him on so easily. After days without, they were both almost desperate for it.

Jamie rubbed Alex too gently through his underwear until a hand reached down and caught her wrist, just hard enough to leave a little ache behind.

“Stop teasing,” Alex growled, looking down at her with a stern expression that she was pretty sure was half faked, but that growl wasn’t. The words shuddered down Jamie’s spine and straight to the little pool of growing heat at the bottom of her belly.

“Got it,” Jamie answered, lowering her eyes and turning her cheek so it brushed against his still-clothed cock. She hid her smile when she saw Alex’s hand curl in the blankets and heard the groan that caught in his throat.

She pulled down the tight-fitting boxer-briefs and wrapped her hand around hot, naked flesh. Alex moaned, and Jamie let her breath out on a sigh. She licked her lips again, this time unconsciously. Fuck. Alex was beautiful all over, and she was reminded of just how much every time she got his clothes off.

Lifting her eyes to Alex’s face again, Jamie leaned in and pressed her lips to the head of Alex’s cock, slow and almost reverent, just to hear the way that it made Alex’s breath catch in his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair, just tight enough to pull. He dragged Jamie gently forward until she had no choice but to open her mouth wide and let his cock slide between her lips, heavy against her tongue.

Jamie let her eyes fall shut, tipping her head back a little to give Alex a better angle, moaning as her mouth was filled completely. She didn’t always want it fast and hard, but sometimes she did, and it turned her on when Alex was too worked up to take it slow, when he just demanded what he wanted. They weren’t quite to that point yet. Jamie lifted both of her hands to curl around his thighs for something to hold on to. Alex pulled her back and then forward again, a little faster, though never hard enough that she couldn’t have pulled away if she’d wanted to, filling her a little deeper. Alex’s cock hit the back of her throat, and Jamie let it slide deep, breathing in through her nose.

“Fuck,” Alex said above her. “Jamie...”

Jamie moaned around him again and was rewarded with a shudder and a gasp. Alex’s fingers tightened in her hair. Jamie’s hands on his thighs squeezed gently, giving silent permission.

Alex’s hands slid down so that they framed her face, guiding her back, and this time when he pulled her down again he didn’t seem to be giving any thought to whether Jamie could take it, only to what he wanted, and what he wanted was Jamie’s mouth wrapped around him. Jamie groaned around her mouthful, her fingers curling in the denim of his jeans.

“Beautiful,” Alex was saying. “Perfect. Fuck, Jamie.”.

Another thrust, and Alex’s thumbs stroked gently over her cheekbones. Jamie reached up and curled her fingers around one of his balls, rippling them gently and listening to Alex curse. If she had been able to smile, her expression would have been just a little bit smug.

Alex’s hips hitched, and Jamie moved her hand to the other, repeating the roll of her fingers. Alex groaned, and that was it. His come spilled over the back of her tongue, down her throat, and Jamie drew slowly back, licking her lips.

“Alex,” she breathed.

Alex was slumped on the bed like his bones could barely hold him up, and his hands still against Jamie’s cheeks. They tugged upward, and Jamie shifted higher on her knees and leaned in for the kiss Alex claimed. His hands held her close. His mouth opened her own, tongue claiming every corner.

When he pulled back, his hand slipped down between them, and the palm of it pressed against Jamie through her jeans, making her hips buck and his breath catch.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Alex, please.”