Dirty Boss (Dirty Rich 2)

My knees buckle.

Nick slides both hands under my ass. He lifts me. I wrap my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders.

He sets me down on the couch. No thud. His movements are precise.

His hands go to my hips and he pulls my panties to my knees, my calves, my feet.

Then they're gone. On the floor somewhere. His pupils dilate as he wraps his hands around my ankles and pries my legs apart.

I'm practically on display for him.

It sends a pang straight to my core.

Nick undoes the knot of his tie. "Put your hands over your head. Palms together."

I do.

He pulls the tie around my wrists and cinches a snug knot.

I'm on my boss's couch, tied up and nearly naked. The rest of the office is on the other side of that wall. If we're too loud someone will hear.

We can get caught.

The heat raging through me collects between my legs. I press my palms together. I squeeze the couch with my toes.

He's not touching me yet.

I need him touching me.

Nick's eyes meet mine. "You have to keep your voice down."

I nod.

He drags his hand down my stomach. Lower and lower. His thumb presses against my clit. Soft. Then hard.

"Nick," I groan. Pleasure surges through me. "How loud is too loud?"

"Not a single decibel more."

He rubs circles with his thumb. More pressure. More. It's too much. I gasp. He pulls his hand away.

I look back at him. His eyes are wide with ecstasy. His cheeks are flushed.

He really does get off on being in control.

God, how I like him getting off.

I nod. "I'll be quiet."

He brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing me until he finds just the right spot. I groan as quietly as I can.

His fingers curl around me. They tease my sex. Almost where they need to be but not quite there.

I make eye contact. He's fixed on me, studying my reactions like his life depends on it.

I relax into the couch, pressing my eyelids together, sinking my teeth into my lip to keep myself from screaming.

He slides one finger inside me. Then two. He rubs me as he pushes his fingers deeper. I gasp. I can't help it. His touch is fucking intense.

An orgasm builds inside me. I'm powerless to do anything but feel it. Tension knots in my core. There's more with every brush of his thumb.

My lips part. A groan escapes. "Nick, I can't keep quiet. I have to scream."

"You can."

I moan. "How?"

"Do you trust me?"

I barely manage to nod.

"Look at me." His voice is in control.

I do. God, the pleasure on his face. It's commanding. That knot cinches tight. With his next touch, it unravels. A wave of pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes.

I see white, nothing but the blinding light of bliss as an orgasm rocks through me.

A groan rises up in my throat. There's no way to contain it. As soon as I'm moaning, his hand is covering my mouth, muffling me.

Nick reaches for something on the bookshelf. A condom. He unzips his slacks and rolls it on.

A groan escapes his lips as he grabs my knees and lifts my ass into the air. He brings our bodies together. The rubber tugs for a moment, then he's inside me.

I gasp. He feels damn good.

Pleasure spreads across Nick's face. He keeps his hands wrapped around my legs, using them for leverage to push himself deeper.

His movements aren't as forceful as they were in his bed. They're softer, like they're designed to be quiet.

He thrusts just enough to keep the couch from shaking. He digs his nails into my skin just enough to push me to the brink of screaming.

My eyes flutter closed. I focus all my attention on the sensations in my body. The sting of pain as his nails scrape against the delicate flesh of my inner thighs. The pulse of pleasure as he thrusts into me.

I want to groan, to pant, to scream. But I can't. I don't even care that we can get caught. Only that he'll stop.

He drags his hands to my ankles and presses my legs against his chest. My ankles hook around his shoulders. He leans into me, pinning me to the couch and thrusting deep.

I fight my urge to scream. It's too much pressure. It's too intense.

"Nick," I groan.

He slides his fingers into my mouth. It's strange at first, how they taste like me. But they're inviting. Soft and hard at once.

I suck on him to keep my volume down.

Harder and harder as he goes deeper and deeper.

His groans get louder. Almost too loud. His shoulders tense. His free hand sinks into the flesh of my ass.

I'm almost there. I thrust my hips, desperate for every inch of him I can get. The tension winds up again. So tight I want to scream.

Instead, I bite him.

He groans. His breath gets heavy.

His next thrust sends me over the edge. I come, my sex clenching around him.

For a second I forget how good ecstasy looks on him, and I feel nothing but the intense pulsing of my orgasm.

When I finally regain my senses, he's there—shaking, groaning, clawing at my skin. He brings his mouth to my neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh.

He groans as he comes.

It reverberates down my neck, all the way to my toes.

Nick pushes himself up. He takes care of the condom, tucks his cock back into his slacks, zips up.

He's going to smell like sex all day.

Like me.

He sits back on the couch next to me, undoes the knot of his tie, and fastens it around his neck. Except for ruffled hair and a not quite wrinkle-free shirt, he looks normal.

He leans down to press his lips to mine. "Our lunch is due in a few minutes. Ms. Lee is going to bring it when it's here."

So I need to get dressed. Nick helps me into my clothes. He slides my glasses onto my face with a gentle touch.

There's something sweetly intimate about it. I can almost imagine him as my doting husband, assisting with my zipper before a special occasion.

What's wrong with me? A relationship with Nick is already off the table. If I keep thinking like that, I'll scare him off, and I'm not ready to be alone again.

"I should clean up." I reach for the door and unlock it slowly. "Excuse me." I step into the main room. It's quiet. Only three or four people here and they're all in the opposite corner.

No way they heard us.

I clean up in the bathroom. My makeup isn't a total travesty. My hair, on the other hand—I pull it into a messy ponytail. There. It's not terrible.

Now there's nothing left to do except ask him.

When I get back to Nick's office, it's clean an

d neat, like nothing happened. He rearranges his desk so his stuff is on one side and our takeout is on the other.

"Green curry or red?" He motions for me to sit.

I do. "Green."

He hands me a plastic container. I pull of the lid and the smells of galangal, lime, and chili peppers waft into my nose. My stomach rumbles. This looks amazing.

Still, I wait until Nick is sitting across from me, everything scooped neatly onto paper plates.

He hands me a plastic fork. "What do you need to talk about?"

I rack my brain to figure out a way to explain it without revealing my source or lying. "I heard something. You could call it a rumor."

"From who?"

"I can't say. I promised to keep it a secret."

"Then you shouldn't ask me about it."

His expression is hard, business again.

I play with my food. "Don't you want to know what it is?"

"There's a weight to other people's secrets. It catches up with you."

"Oh."

"You can ask me, but I can't promise to keep it confidential."

I stab a pepper. "I heard a rumor that someone from the company is trying to sell the Haley project."

Concern spreads over his face. "Where?"

"Nick. I can't say."

His brow furrows.

"It didn't sound right. That project means everything to you. But you're very—" I turn away from Nick's gaze. "—enigmatic. I thought I'd ask."

Even without looking at him, I can tell he's staring through me.

"Lizzy, who told you that?" His voice gets rough.

"I can't say."

"I can only guess the source of your information. Was it Blake Sterling?"

I say nothing.

Nick sighs. "I can't discuss it with you."

"Because I won't give up my source?"

"No. Your source is obvious. There's no one else who would share this kind of information with you."

"Maybe there's another tech CEO who wants to fuck me. You're the one who said that men will find me irresistible."

He brushes off my comment. "You shouldn't be so careless with your questions."

I push my chair back. "I asked you because I trust you."

"It was careless."

"So I shouldn't trust you?" I press my hands together. "I want to help you."

"You can't."