Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

One of his hands wrapped around her arm, helping her to her feet, and then both of Alex’s hands were fumbling with her jeans, and Jamie helped him slide them down and off, kicking them away.

“Yes,” Alex was saying, panting a little still. “Damn, Jamie. Can’t wait to get you out of these clothes.”

Her pants were off then, and her underwear followed quickly. Alex pulled her down to the bed, then curled a hand around her thigh and yanked her legs open. Jamie fell onto her elbows against the mattress with a moan, head tipping back. Alex leaned in like he couldn’t resist the arch of Jamie’s neck and licked up the curve.

“Please.” She hadn’t meant to say the word, but she knew Alex liked to hear it. “Fuck.”

“What do you want, baby?” Alex nipped at the curve of her jaw. “You want my fingers?”

Jamie nodded a little too quickly. “Hell yes. Please.”

Another kiss, this time pressed to the hollow at the base of her throat, and Alex’s hand slid between Jamie’s thighs. She gasped as they slid over her sex, pressing between her lips to where she was ready for him.

“So wet for me already, Jamie,” Alex growled against her shoulder. “Exactly what I want.”

Jamie arched into the touch, and her own fingers curled against the sheets when Alex slid one inside her. It pulled back, and then there were two, stretching her, sliding in easily on the slick evidence of her need.

“Fuck. Alex. Come on.”

Both fingers stroked over the place inside her that made pleasure spark along her nerves, and Alex chuckled low and pleased when Jamie’s back arched. Her toes curled. Another slow, teasing stroke, and then Alex’s fingers curled upward, pressed hard, rubbed slow circles that made Jamie gasp for air between stuttering moans. Fuck. It was almost too much and Alex knew it, knew just how to take Jamie to pieces.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

“Good,” Jamie answered, breathless. “Really good, Alex. Fuck.”

“Going to come for me, baby? I want to see it.”

“Yes. Yes.”

Three fingers then, still stroking, circling, pausing to tap against that sensitive place and make her whimper. Jamie clutched at nothing, nails scraping against the sheets with the motion of her desperate hands. It was good. It was perfect. Another stroke, Alex leaning down and nipping at her shoulder, her collarbone. His teeth tugged at her nipple, and Jamie cried out softly.

“That’s it. Make some noise for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

Another firm stroke, and Jamie let the noise that wanted to escape come out unmuffled. Her hips rocked against his fingers, pleading the same way her mouth was. Her eyes opened, and she stared up at the blank white of their bedroom ceiling without really seeing it.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Come for me, Jamie.”

That was all it took. Pleasure arced through her and Jamie came with a sob, legs trembling and arms sliding out from under the weight of her body. She lay against the blankets and tried to remember how to breathe properly while Alex’s fingers slowed and gentled their stroking, taking her slowly down.

“Damn,” she breathed when she knew how to make words again. “Alex...”

Alex gathered her up and pulled her in close, and Jamie lay her head against Alex’s shoulder with a sigh. A warm hand stroked up and down her back. Jamie turned his head and brushed her lips against his neck.

“Feel okay?”

“Me?” Jamie laughed. “I feel amazing. Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to walk again, but I feel great.”

She was answered with a chuckle, and Alex’s fingers sliding through her hair.

“I think I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Well, you should, because it was one.”

Jamie shifted a little on Alex’s lap, maybe more than was necessary, her backside rubbing deliberately against his cock, and Alex groaned.

“Are you serious, Jamie? You want i

t again after that?”