Dirty Boss (Dirty Rich 2)

Nick releases my right hand. He leads me again. Brings my hand to his boxers so there's nothing but thin cotton fabric between my fingers and his cock. God, he feels good.

He pins my other hand to the wall and brings his mouth to my ear. "Take off my boxers."

God yes. I push his boxers to his knees. They fall on top of his jeans.

He brings my hand to his cock. My palm brushes against him. Then my fingers.

A sigh falls off his lips as I touch him. He feels good. He wants this.

I surrender to his guidance. My hand wraps around him. I stroke him. Then I'm going harder, faster.

His body shakes. He sinks his teeth into my neck.

It does something to me. Makes me even more desperate.

He pulls his hand to my wrist then all the way to his side. "Keep going."

Hell yes. I pump him with steady strokes. He pulls his lips away from my neck so he can stare into my eyes.

God, the desire in his eyes. I need more.

I watch his reactions as I go faster. Harder.

His hand goes to the back of my head. It pulls my lips into his. He kisses me hard, deep, sucking on my tongue.

When the kiss breaks, he stares back at me. "Get on your knees."

God yes. I lower myself much faster than I should. Ow. They call it hardwood for a reason.

I press my hands against my sides, awaiting instruction.

Nick takes my left hand and presses it against his hip. He presses against the back of my head, guiding me closer. Closer.

"Tease me." He tugs at my hair.

It's been a while since I've done this, but I can make up for my inexperience with enthusiasm.

My lips brush against his cock. Just a touch. Again and again. I flick my tongue against him.

He tastes good. I want more. I want all of him in my mouth. But I have to keep teasing.

I do it again and again. Until he's groaning. Until he's shaking.

His hand presses against the back of my head. "Wrap your lips around me."

I do.

"Look at me."

My eyes connect with his. There's no apprehension in his expression. Just desire.

"Suck me off." His voice is a command.

Good thing I want to obey. I take him deeper. The hand in my hair tugs. The other goes to my nipple and toys with me.

I swirl my tongue around his head until his eyes flutter closed. There. I focus on the spot driving him insane and flick my tongue against it until he groans loud enough to wake the people on the floor below us.

I take him as deep as I can. When I can't go any farther, I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke. Nick groans, pinching my nipple so I'm forced to moan against him.

Lust collects between my legs. It's the most exhilarating feeling, bringing him to the edge, making him desperate.

He presses his hand against the back of my head, guiding me over his cock. He's still in charge, and I'm still surrendering.

Nick shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth. I relax my throat to take him deeper. I'm a vessel for him, for whatever he needs.

I lose track of everything except the sounds of his groans, the feeling of him in my mouth. He tugs at my hair. Toys with my nipples.

My body pulses with desire. Not yet. First, I need to feel him come.

His hands go to the back of my head. There's the most delicious look of pleasure on his face, and I can't bear to do anything but build it.

His fingers dig into my scalp. His eyes flutter closed. "Fuck, Lizzy."

Hell yes. I slide my tongue around him.

"I'm going to come." He holds my head in place as he thrusts into my mouth.

The beautiful agony of an orgasm spreads over his face. His lips part. He groans.

Hell yes.

I surrender to his guidance, sucking as his cock pulses, as he fills my mouth.

When he's finished, I swallow hard.

My thighs are shaking, from desperation or fatigue or some mix of both.

Nick reaches down to take my hands and pulls me to my feet. He presses me against the wall and kisses me hard.

When he pulls back, he strokes my cheek. "That was amazing."

My cheeks flush. "Thank you."

"Can you take more?"

"Can you—" I clear my throat. "Again?"

He brushes his palm against my breast. "I'm not Superman. I do need a few minutes." He steps back and pulls his boxers to his waist.

"How few are we talking?"

Nick smiles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

I nod.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Something cold and wet presses against my neck. A mixed drink in a glass. Then Nick's hand is on my shoulder.

I turn and take the drink from his hands.

He presses his lips to mine. His hand slides around my side to my lower back, and he leads me to the couch.

His drink is sitting on the coffee table. Whiskey on the rocks from the looks of it. I sip from my glass. Rum and diet. I need the caffeine. It's late.

Nick pulls a blanket from under the couch and drapes it over my shoulders. "You're shivering."

I pull the blanket tighter. It is cold in here. "Could you turn up the heat?"

Nick gets up and taps a few commands into the thermostat. A moment later, the heat kicks in. It's warmer already.

He sits next to me and pulls me into his lap. I shift so I'm looking into his deep brown eyes.

The way he's staring at me, with all that affection, builds a flutter in my belly. It's different than wanting to touch him. Less and more demanding at once.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

I take a deep breath. "There's something I want."

He runs his fingertips over my collarbone, his gaze locked with mine. "Besides coming in my bed?"

My cheeks burn. "You're a very distracting man."

He nods.

"Do you use this skill in negotiations?"

"Not in the same way." He drags his fingertips down my chest until they're against my nipples. "Let's not talk about work."

"We're talking about something?"

He draws a circle around me. "You want something."

"Yes." Something important. I shift to break his touch. It's awful, but it's the only way I can concentrate. "I don't want to keep this relationship a secret anymore. It's too hard to make up lies about what I'm doing."

He stares back at me like he's figuring something out. "Not while we're working together. People will think you got the internship on your knees."

"I can deal with that."

"I can't."

"Is this about my reputation or yours?" I ask.

"I'm not going to listen to people call you a slut behind your back."

"People will still say that if we wa

it until we stop working together. There will be rumors. If you think this will end before we even have to worry about it..." I play with the fabric of the blanket. "Your life is full. If there's no room for me, I understand." My stomach tenses. I understand, but it will break me into a million little pieces.

"I want you here." He runs his fingers through my hair. "After the sale settles down, I'll figure something out."

"You promise?"

He nods. "I don't like hiding it either."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'll be busy the next few weeks. I won't be able to see you much."

"I'll miss you. Miss this."

"Me too." Nick presses his palm against my back. "You're sweeter than you let on."

"Don't tell anyone." I rest my head on his shoulder. "It will ruin my image."

He lets out a sigh of pleasure. His arm slides around my waist, and he holds my body against his. "I trust your judgment. More than you realize."

"You made me sign an NDA that covered our personal relationship."

"And I've yet to sue you for breaking it."

I laugh, shifting to check his expression. He's smiling.

"I like it when you joke. And when you laugh." I bring my head back to his shoulders. "Unless you are planning on suing me."

He shrugs. "Who knows?"

My laugh hurts as much as it feels good. He's doing something to me. Something exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"I'll be super pissed at you if you sue me," I say. "I'll have to countersue you for sexual harassment."

"Nothing like lawyers to encourage two people to trust each other."

This laugh melts away everything else.

I nestle into Nick's arms. My eyes flutter closed. Fifteen minutes until the caffeine takes its full effect in my blood stream. I only need a few of those to rest.

Only a few minutes, and we can go to his bed.

Only a few minutes...

I am not on the couch. I am in Nick's bed, covered in a comforter, stripped out of my jeans and underwear.

According to the sleek black alarm clock on the bedside table, it's almost morning. Nick is fast asleep next to me. There's a sheet wrapped around his waist. Otherwise, he's naked.

Dammit, what a time to fall asleep.

Somehow, I'm not upset. My pulse is normal. My breath is even. If anything, I'm calm. Happy even.