Page 68 of Bargain With the Boss

She shifted under me, groaning as her hips lifted enough to feel how hard I was.

I lifted my head enough to nip at her jaw. “Duchess.”

One hand pressed on my back, trying to pull me down on her. The other jerked at the tie behind her neck. I grinned into the skin under her jaw at her ability to multitask.

She lifted up against me and my hand slid under her ass finding mostly skin and a scrap of lace. “This was under here all day?”

She rolled her hip. “All day.”

“Fuck.” I nipped at her now naked shoulder. “I didn’t take you for a thong girl.”

“What were you expecting? Granny panties?”

I laughed as I scored my teeth lightly down to her breast. “Definitely not.”

She dug a heel into my thigh. “I like lace.”

I traced my fingers along the line of the material between her cheeks. “Me too.”

I rolled onto my back and she yelped as I settled her against my cock. She straddled me and sat up. Her dress fell forward leaving her heavy breasts free. I lifted my head and caught one, sucking at the tip until she hissed.

“I want you on my face, Duchess.”

“What?”

For the first time, she faltered.

I slid my hands under the skirt of her dress and cupped her ass. “I want you on my face.” I urged her forward until her knees hugged my chest. “Don’t be shy. I want to drink you down the first time you come.”

Her head tipped back. “Jesus.”

“Xavier,” I corrected.

She looked down at me, the regal duchess in full effect. “That ego is back.”

“Damn right. You know I’m going to make you scream my name. Might as well get used to it.” I hauled her up farther and her hand slapped the headboard. “That’s it. Hang on.” I lifted the skirt of her dress over my head.

“With the dress—Oh, God.” I heard the heavy wood smack against the wall and groaned at the first taste of her.

I moved one hand between her thighs to push the ivory lace away from what I wanted most. The tease of a taste wasn’t nearly enough. She was bare save for a thin strip of dark red hair above her swollen slit. I covered her with my mouth, taking my second hit of her flavor with a groan.

Salty and soft, she yielded for me so sweetly.

I wound the lace around my fingers to keep her pussy unobstructed and filled both hands with her ass as I ground her against my mouth. I sucked and licked, learning each jerk of her hips as to what she liked and what she needed.

She gripped my shoulder through her dress, and I knew I was right where I should be.Her scent trapped under the silky material with the most exquisite heat filling my senses.

I wanted her to go over fast the first time.

So she couldn’t think about it. I knew how tightly she was wound and needed her to unravel for me first like this. Not the neat columns of sex she was probably used to. The one-two combination of kisses and fingers then a bang.

I wanted her wrecked for me.

Wrecked for any man but me.

Once.

Right. Not even close.