Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

is. He pressed up against her from behind, feeling the curve of her backside against his cock and wrapping his arms around her waist. She shifted, pushing harder back against him although all of her attention was seemingly still on the pancakes she was flipping in the pan. Like she couldn’t feel him.

“Good morning, baby,” Alex managed to speak finally, his lips against her neck.

“Morning,” Jamie answered, turning enough to give him a peck on the cheek, and Alex groaned low in his throat when her ass rubbed against him again.

She rolled her hips, slow and easy, and it was all he could do not to bend her right over the counter. The fact that she was standing in front of a hot stove was the only thing that stopped him.

“You had better finish with those pancakes in about ten seconds, Mrs. Reid,” he growled against her ear. “Because either way I’m dragging you out of this kitchen.”

Jamie shuddered against him, all the way down to her toes.

“I guess you’ll have to eat cold pancakes then,” she answered, but she turned off the heat.

The minute it was off Alex’s hand was around her wrist, tugging her toward the living room and the couch. He wasn’t going to wait until they got upstairs. He sat down, pulling her forward into his lap, and she laughed.

“We have a room, you know.”

“And it’s a very nice room,” Alex said, leaning in to kiss her, slow and hard. Her mouth opened to him, sweet and easy, and he settled one hand on the small of her back, dragging her in closer. When he broke the kiss, they were both panting. “It’s also very, very far away, and I’m not going to waste my time going up there when we have a perfectly nice couch right here.”

Jamie laughed, and he silenced her with another kiss, his lips against hers and then moving down, over the curve of her throat. His hands curled around her hips. When they slid down, smoothing over the fabric of the shirt to the warmth of her thighs, he stilled. He then moved his hands under the shirt, slid up until he was sure she was panty-less. His cock jumped in his boxers when his fingers slid over just skin.

“Tell me something, Jamie,” he said, low and hot, leaning close to breathe the words against her ear so that she arched against him and let her breath out on a sigh. “How long have you been down in the kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt, with nothing underneath it?”

“Mmm. An hour?”

Alex growled, and one of his hands slipped out to tangle in her hair, gently tipping her head back so that he could kiss along the line of her jaw. He could feel the hard peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, and he wanted her. Wanted his mouth on them.

“Damn, woman. You drive me completely mad.”

“I try,” she answered, words breaking off on a gasp when his hand tightened in her hair and his mouth found hers again, his hips bucking up against the curve of her ass.

Her fingers curled against his neck, nails scraping the skin, and Alex finally dragged himself away from the kiss, sitting up enough that he could get his hand between them to start working the buttons open so that the sides of the shirt fell loose around her, baring her breasts and the not-quite-flat line of her belly. She was self-conscious about it, had been since the kids were born, but Alex had made sure to tell her as often as possible that she was beautiful. Hot. Everything he fucking wanted. He hadn’t told her that enough since things had started going bad at work. That would have to be remedied. He’d show her right now.

Jamie squirmed, looking up at him through her eyelashes, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. If she didn’t stop that they weren’t going to make it very far.

Her hips rolled down against his, her body shifting so that the rock of them together rubbed his cock against the place where she was already wet. She must have been thinking about it the whole time she was down in the kitchen, bare under the inadequate cover of the shirt, waiting for him to come down and find her like that.

Fuck.

His thumb rubbed circles against her thigh, and then he let the hand slide upward, fingers tracing up her belly to the underside of her breast. She moaned softly. The roll of her hips grew faster, needier.

“Alex,” she gasped. “Stop. Damn it.”

He knew what she meant. But she hadn’t said it and so his hands stopped, stilling against her skin.

Her eyes, dropped half-lidded, snapped open, and she whined in the back of her throat. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“I was just doing what you said, baby,” Alex answered, grinning at her. “Was that not what you wanted?”

“I wanted you to stop teasing,” she bit back.

His fingers dragged against her inner thigh. “You mean that?”

“Damn it, Alex.”

He laughed then, and finally gave in, leaning in again to bite gently at her collarbone, mouth moving slowly downward until he could catch one of her nipples between his teeth, his tongue quick to follow suit. His other hand dipped between her legs, the back of his index finger pressed against her folds.

She moaned, and he echoed it. Fuck, she was so wet for him. So ready, and he wanted her. He thought about pushing the shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall, but he liked the way it framed her. Liked the brush of the fabric against his skin and the fact that it was his shirt, holding her close the same way he was.