Brother to the Boss (Managing the Bosses 8)

“Jamie. Come on, baby. Want to feel that perfect mouth of yours.”

Smiling, Jamie obligingly bent her head and wrapped her lips around him.

Alex groaned, hips rocking up against her hands pressed against them to hold them down. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, his palms on the top of her head.

“Jamie,” Alex moaned. “Fuck. Jamie.”

His reaction was all the encouragement she needed. She thought about waiting for a second, allowing Alex to catch his breath, but no, she wanted to keep him right on the edge until he couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to hear him moan for her. And, if she was honest with herself, she couldn’t wait either.

She trailed her tongue up the length of his shaft, up and around the head, kissing the tip, before once again taking him whole in her mouth.

He shuddered as she worked her mouth on him, his hands tightening in her hair, although not enough to pull. He tried to say something, maybe say her name, but a throaty rasp seemed to be the only noise that came out, and Jamie let herself feel a little flush of pride at her ability to reduce him to this. So hungry for her.

The sounds he made were encouragement enough to keep doing exactly what she was doing. Her head bobbed up and down the length of him, tongue tasting every bit of him that he had to offer. She loved the way he felt in her mouth. Loved the way that his head tossed against the sheets like he could relieve some of the pressure that way. Usually she was the one begging for more. It was nice to turn the tables every once in a while, and drive her strong, handsome husband just a little wild.

She had one hand wrapped around the base of him, the other on his muscular thigh, and she could feel him tensing, his body pulling tight with pleasure and need. Already close to the edge.

“Jamie,” he gasped, taut as wire under her, and he gripped at her hair, closed his eyes, and spoke through clenched teeth. “Jamie. Fuck. I’m going to come.”

She didn’t stop.

He gasped suddenly and went still. Every tendon in his body seemed to strain as he overflowed, pulsing and spilling into her mouth. He was saying something incoherent that might have been her name. When he finished, he collapsed back on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Jesus,” he panted. “Jamie. You’re incredible.”

She looked up at him, then slowly, deliberately, licked the tip of his cock, grinning when he bucked and swore under her. Laughter bubbled up from her chest.

He glanced at her, and then he was laughing, too, a tired, happy sound. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up to lie next to him. “I love you, Jamie.” He kissed her once, twice, then pushed her hair back from her face. “And not just because you’re the hottest woman in the world and your mouth is perfect.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Jamie accused with no heat. She wrapped herself closer around him. “I love you, too.”

A comfortable, contented silence stretched between them. For a minute Jamie just enjoyed lying there, his arms wrapped securely around her and his body pressed so close to her own. In a minute she was going to start demanding her own satisfaction, but until then she just wanted to enjoy the lingering contentment in her husband’s embrace.

“You’re warm,” she said finally, and her hand drifted up to his chest and settled there. “I like you when you’re like this.”

Alex gave her a look that suggested he was wondering what had gotten into her. “I think sweaty might be a better description.”

“That, too.” She glanced up at him. “But also naked and smiling.” She grinned, pitching her voice a little lower. “And spent.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that you have me like this more often,” he said, and Jamie was more than okay with that.

She rolled her hips, throwing one leg over his so that she could rock against his thigh. Suddenly the clothes she was wearing felt like way too much constriction, and she slid out of his arms so t

hat she could kneel up and strip off the sweater she’d worn for dinner, then shimmied out of her jeans. Her underwear followed, and she was as naked as he was. She dropped down again so that she was kneeling over him, and then she leaned down and kissed him.

It was meant to be brief, just a quick brush of her mouth against his, but Alex wrapped a hand around her neck and dragged her down into it again, kissing her long and slow until she was breathless and dizzy with want. When she pulled back, Alex looked up at her, those blue eyes warm with appreciation and love. He ran his big hands up her waist to hold the weight of her breasts in them, thumbs stroking over her nipples and making her spine arch.

He was hard again beneath her. Jamie’s stomach fluttered, and a pool of warmth had spread from her middle downward. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him and making them both moan.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” She looked down at him, spread out on their bed. “Tell me.”

He gripped her hips tightly in his hands. “I want you, Jamie.” His voice was a growl again, that sound that always made her whole body flush with need. “I want you.”

“You have me,” she answered, and the fluttering in her stomach blossomed into white hot desperation.

Alex’s hands on her hips suddenly flipped them, turning so that she was looking up into his eyes, and Jamie grabbed at his shoulders. He pressed inside her, and she moaned.

“I love you,” he said, low and hot and wanting. “Damn, Jamie, I love you so much.”