Stolen By The Boss

Dean’s finger enters me, and I moan. For a second, the man on the bed turns to face me, his eyes connecting with mine. The corner of his lips lift into a smile. He returns his attention to the woman before him, who rolls a condom down his hard shaft.

My body wants an orgasm in the worst of ways. Dean’s attention never wavers as he kisses along my neck, his fingers working my clit. He pushes two fingers inside me and I call out his name.

The man on the bed enters the woman, and she moans at the same time I do. I grip Dean’s leg as he continues to finger fuck me under my dress.

The man on the bed rocks up into the blonde, and she continues to play with her breasts as he fucks her.

His eyes keep connecting with mine, like watching me is turning him on as much as me watching them. Who knew I’d ever be into something like this?

I never thought this would be something for me, but watching the couple on the bed, watching the man watch me getting finger fucked by Dean while I watch him fuck someone who he’s never met before turns me on.

I think it’s because I’m here with Dean. I feel safe with him. Like no one can hurt me.

I close my eyes as Dean hits so far inside me I can’t handle it. I moan, saying his name again and again. I turn to face him, kissing him, sharing this very non-intimate moment with just him, making my orgasm something between just us.

My pleasure builds as he kisses me like he’s never been more turned on than he is right now. I reach into his lap, wanting to feel the ridge of his dick beneath his zipper. It’s hard. It’s huge. And he rocks up into my hand.

“Sophia, I need you to not touch me.”

I remove my hand, staring into his eyes.

He pushes deeper inside me with both fingers. “Because if you touch me right now, I won’t be able to control myself, and I’ll end up kicking that couple off the bed and using it for ourselves.”

I come to the sound of his voice. To the message of his words. To the genuine look of pure want in his hard steely eyes. I moan through my orgasm, my body pulsing and vibrating all at the same time.

I’m shaking when he removes his fingers. He brings them to his lips and sucks on them one at a time.

“You taste so fucking good.”

My eyes widen. “Dean, that was…” the words escape me.

Chapter 13

Dean

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That was hands down the hottest shit I’ve ever witnessed. Sophia moves against me, burying her head into my shoulder.

“Hey, don’t get shy.” I rub my hand up and down her back.

“I’m not shy.” She smiles a little. “Are you ready to go home?”

“I am.”

I know this is all new to Sophia. Hell, it’s all new to me. Contrary to popular belief, I’ve never visited a club like this in my life. I didn’t get as turned on as Sophia did watching the other couples. No, what turned me on was Sophia’s reaction to it all. The way her breath hitched when the woman moved over the man on the bed. The way her body tightened when they started fucking.

The way her eyes widened when she pushed my hand further up her dress. She was right when she said we were moving too slow. I just didn’t want to do anything to make her uncomfortable. But I shouldn’t think that way because she’s my wife. We’re in this con together.

We leave the club, unable to find Humphrey to say goodnight to him. I’m sure he’s busy in the hot tub. When we make it back to my place, Sophia rushes off to the guest room and slams the door.

I don’t bother her for the rest of the night. Instead, I sit in my chair in my office, thinking. Remembering how she felt against my fingers. How tight she was. How each moan she made intensified my need for her in a whole new way.

I can’t let my mind go there, though. This is not part of the mission. This is not what we agreed on. Relationships, whether or not just sexual, complicate things. And right now, I need a non-complicated life if I’m going to find Bishop Blackstone.

I pick up my phone, putting out a call to another friend of mine, Gabriel Prince.

“Gabe, how’s the family?” I ask him.

“Long time, buddy. The family is great. We’ve heard Bishop’s resurfaced so we’re lying low.”

Can’t blame him for being cautious. Gabriel Prince and his wife, Clementine, care for their son, Tennyson, who is actually the son of Bishop Blackstone and Clementine’s sister, Savannah. Once Bishop takes over the four families, I’m sure his next move will be to get his son back.