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“I’ve never seen you aroused.”
“You have. It’s only I do a good job of hiding it, I think.”
“Not always. Though I would consider you interested, not aroused in those moments. I noticed the way that you looked at my body when we were at my house.”
“Anyone would want to look at your body.”
She found it easy to return his honesty with honesty.
“Anyone would want to see yours.”
“I can assure you that is not the case,” she said. “But I’m glad that you do. For my purposes at the moment.”
He reached behind her and grabbed the zipper of her dress, releasing it, letting the dress fall around her waist.
Need arced through her, and she found herself more aroused as her breasts were exposed to him, as the dress slipped down over her hips, revealing that she was wearing nothing more than a pair of very brief underwear.
She wasn’t embarrassed. Because of his honesty. Because he made his appreciation for her form so apparent as he gazed at her.
“Beautiful,” he said.
He kissed her neck, and then he bit her. She gasped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he consumed her. She began to tear his clothes away from him. She didn’t have the patience to go slow in deference to her inexperience.
She didn’t have patience at all. She needed him. Like air.
This was five years in the making. Whatever she had told herself about how she felt working for him, this was undeniable.
She wanted him.
Every night she had spent in his bedroom watching him dress, every time she had been pinned beneath his stern gaze. Every time she had watched his intense anticipation when he had been working on a project, it had all coalesced into this moment. It had been foreplay.
Even if she hadn’t quite appreciated the extent of it. She did now. She was slick with need for him.
She was also innocent. She didn’t know what was happening to her body.
She knew all about sex.
She knew about climax.
She had brought herself to it more than once.
She was human, after all.
She was just a very guarded, protected human, which meant that always, these things had been better for her to experience on her own. Without anyone else.
She let out a shuddering breath as he kissed her again. As he moved them both to the bed, as he removed all the layers of clothing between them.
“Please,” she said. “I have to see you.”
He moved away from her, and she looked at his masculine form in awe. She had seen his bare chest many times. But never so that she could openly stare at it. So that she could touch him. She reached her hand out and placed it flat on his chest. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
He made a rough sound of male satisfaction. Then she let her eyes move down lower. To that thick, aggressively male part of him.
She had never seen a naked man. She was not one for sexual images, even though she didn’t have an issue with people who did enjoy them.
She had just never been interested.
She had on occasion brought herself to climax at night when she couldn’t control her riotous thoughts. Her fantasies about her boss.