Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

Mark stalked forward. “If you know that, then why are you acting like this over the fact that I was doing my job just as much as you were?”

“Because-” Erica cut herself off, turning away, and he wrapped a hand around her arm, drawing her back, though he was careful not to make it a yank. Nothing that could hurt her. No matter how mad he was, he wasn't going to get physical with her like that. “Because I was fucking jealous, okay?”

That made him go still. “Seriously?”

“Yes. Seriously. It's not like you're not the kind of guy who could have his pick of whoever. Maybe I was just a little insecure about the fact that you were chatting up a rich woman with way bigger breasts than mine.”

Laughter bubbled up out of Mark's chest before he could stop it. “That's what you were upset about?” He took a step forward, his hand still on her arm, and she was forced to move with him, backing toward the bed. Her cheeks were pink and she wouldn't meet his eyes.

“Well, I'm not exactly well-endowed in that department,” she mumbled. “And she was. And flaunting it.”

“Babe,” Mark said, giving her a little shove that sent her tumbling back onto the mattress and crawling up over her to yank her shirt over her head before she could protest. He tossed it to the side, and started on the fastenings of her bra. “Your breasts. Are perfect.”

Her mouth thinned. “Yeah, right. You're just saying that because you want to fuck me.”

“Which I would think would be a sign that I'm pretty happy with your breasts. Considering the amount of time tha

t I spend wanting to get my hands on them.”

She looked up at him, and Mark carefully worked her ponytail loose of her hair, letting the blond locks spill out over the pillow.

“You sure about that?”

“As sure as I am of the fact that you're hot as hell and that if I don't get inside you in the next -- oh, thirty seconds, I'm going to be pretty disappointed.”

He reached down and unfastened her jeans, pulling them off too, and that seemed to get her attention, because in the next instant she was moving, too, working on the buttons that held his shirt closed so fast that he was pretty sure she almost yanked one of them off. He pulled his slacks down, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor, and they were both in nothing but their underwear, only two thin layers of fabric between them. Mark got his hands on Erica's hips and flipped her onto her stomach. She gasped, a small, surprised sound that went straight to his cock.

“You want to know something?” he asked as he pulled her panties down around her thighs, kicking his boxers off.

“Fuck. What?”

He lowered one of his hands to line himself up, and then pressed in, pulling her back onto his cock in the same instant and listening to her moan as he filled her.

“I was fucking jealous, too,” he growled against her ear.

His first thrust was hard and fast, and Mark didn’t slow down. His hands were still around her hips, holding tight enough that he wondered if they would leave bruises behind, and if Erica would mind them. She didn’t seem to have any problem with the pace he’d set. Her body was rocking back to meet every thrust, moans spilling from her lips like she couldn’t hold them in. And fuck, it was good. It was fucking great. If this was what happened when they fought, Mark wouldn’t mind having a few more of them on occasion.

“Damn,” she gasped. “Mark. More!” Her fingers were curled in the sheets, her knuckles gone white with the force of her grip. Mark let a moan escape his own throat to mingle with the noises that she was making with every breath. One of his hands slid down over her belly so that he could find her clit with two of his fingers, rubbing circles over it to match the pace of his thrusts. Erica all but screamed, and he was glad there was no one around to hear her because he wanted the beautiful woman underneath him all to himself, screams and moans included. She was his, and so were the sounds she made.

“I’m…Mark—”

He didn’t relent, kept up the rough pace and the firm circles over her clit, and with another thrust she was spasming tightly around him as she came, her yell muffled against the sheets.

If he was kind, he would have let her catch her breath after that, but Mark wasn’t feeling particularly charitable. And he happened to know that she wouldn’t have any objection to going another round. He pulled out, dropping onto his back against the mattress.

“Up. Come on. Erica. I want to see you.”

She looked at him, and for a moment he thought that he’d misjudged, and then she was swinging one leg over his hips so that she straddled him, lowering herself down onto his still-hard cock. Mark groaned, back arching, and reached up to catch her nipples between his fingertips, rolling them until they tightened further under the touch. Erica swore between her teeth.

“Love watching you ride me,” he said as she started to move, his hands sliding down over the rippling muscles of her belly and then back up again, cupping the weight of her breasts. “You are fucking gorgeous, Erica. Never thought anything else.”

Erica leaned forward over him, still rocking back against his cock, and Mark pulled her down closer with a hand on her back, arching up so that he could get one of her nipples between his teeth.

“And your breasts are perfect,” he said when he pulled back. “Filling my hands just right. Doesn’t matter what some chick down on the golf course has, babe. She doesn’t have me. You’re the one that I want. You’re—Fuck.”

He wasn’t going to be able to keep up the chatter, not with Erica so hot and tight around him, her nails digging little half-moon marks into his chest. It was just enough pain to make the pleasure sharper, and he’d already made her come once.

“Yeah,” Erica was saying above him. “Yes. Mark.”