Can't Touch: A Boss Romance

“Do you want a drink?”

“No.” I had enough wine with lunch that I’m loose and brave. And not remotely drunk. One more drink might put me in that direction though.

Kris takes my hand again and guides me through the apartment. It’s a similar layout to my uncle’s, though everything is sharper. Cleaner. It reflects him. I’ll have to check it out more thoroughly after.

The master bedroom is a marvel, with a gorgeous dark bed in the center of the space paired with an amazing view of the city. I smirk at him. “I can’t think of a better place for you to defile me.”

He turns me toward him, serious. “I want to make sure that you’re sure.”

I stare up at him. “We raced back here to do this.”

“I know. And the minute you say yes, I’m going to strip you down and worship you until you forget that you ever were a virgin.” Blood heats under my skin at the words. “But I also know that this isn’t a thing that people take lightly. So, I want to know that you’re sure.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Of course there are some nerves. How could there not be? But I can’t imagine anything but this. Can’t imagine anyone but him. “I’m sure. I want this, Kris. And I want it with you.”

His mouth slams down on mine, and this is different. This isn’t kissing in a cab or teasing me in a gym. This is total domination and pleasure. Kris’s hand curls around the back of my neck, holding me closer so he can ravage my mouth. He’s stealing all the air out of my lungs and in this moment, I’m happy to let him.

“Someday,” he says. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing those stockings and heels. But for your first time? I want you naked.”

I shiver and step out of the heels. He’s so much taller than me without them. It just reminds me of just how big he is. Muscles, height, and from what I’ve already felt, cock.

He peels my shirt over my head, and even though this is something that we’ve already done—mostly—it still feels different. Kris touches the skin that’s visible with reverence. He’s not speeding through this. And though the temptation to race forward into pleasure is there, I’m glad he’s taking his time. Here, he can lead.

Clever fingers drop the zipper on the side of my skirt, and it slips off my hips to pool around my feet. I step out of it, taking a sudden breath when Kris sinks to his knees in front of me. Lips on my stomach. Kisses down to the waistband of my tights.

The feeling of Kris’s fingers digging into my tights and bunching them up as he drags them down my legs shouldn’t be as hot as it is. And there’s nothing underneath those stockings.

Only minutes and he has me down to my bra. That part I can do. Reaching up, I unhook the bra from the center and let it drop off my shoulders. Completely naked now.

Kris is looking up at me with an awe that I don’t think that I deserve. For a moment, I feel like a goddess about to be worshipped, and I can’t say that I dislike the feeling.

Hands on my hips, he pushes me back to the bed. Lays me out before retreating and stripping. This makes me more nervous than getting naked. Because I’m seeing him for the first time. What if he’s too big and I can’t take him?

One button at a time his shirt comes off, and I’m able to drink in the fucking masterpiece that is his chest. God, I could look at him all day and not get tired of it. “You should make a calendar,” I say. “Twelve months of nothing but you.”

He laughs, low and dark. “I don’t know that I would want that out there on people’s walls.”

“Oh, it would just be for me,” I say. “I don’t like to share.”

A low sound in his throat and Kris’s gaze darkens as it travels my very naked body. Everything heats up under his gaze. Watched pots may never boil, but watched pussies certainly do.

“In that case,” he says, unbuckling his pants, “take as many pictures as you like.”

Kris doesn’t bother to build up to the reveal. He strips off his pants and boxers in one go, and there he is.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I was right. Kris is huge. Fucking huge. His cock is hard and standing straight out from his body like a flagpole. My mind might be exaggerating but it looks like it might be as thick as one, too.

He laughs again. “You okay?”

“You’re not going to fit.”

The smirk on his face deepens. “We’ll fit. Don’t worry. I’m going to warm you up.” As he says it, his hand drops casually to his shaft and strokes it. I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen my share of porn. And not one single video I’ve ever watched is as hot as watching Kris touch himself.