Page 69 of Bargain With the Boss

I licked faster, knowing she was close. Knowing because suddenly she stopped moving against me. Not because I’d lost the key to her lock, but because she was trying to lock it down.

But she was going to give me everything today.

I tipped her hips down and widened her legs with my shoulders until there was no space. She couldn’t wiggle back.

I felt the tremor in her thighs first then the breathy sigh above me. I couldn’t hear much over the rustle of her skirts and my own labored breathing. I would knock my own ass out under there if I had to, but she was going to come until she was shaking.

The sob rolled through the scream like thunder after lightning and still, I didn’t relent.

She soaked my chin as I brought my thumb around to strum along the top of her clit as my tongue circled from below. Dark spots danced behind my eyes from the heat under the skirts, but I didn't waver. She finally let go and rocked against me as the orgasm tore through her.

Her perfect pussy spasmed around my tongue as I licked her lightly through another, her legs shaking.

I lifted my shoulders and rolled her onto her back. She yelped again, then was splayed out on the mattress, the pillows gone.

Hell, the whole bed was torn up.

I pushed her skirt out of the way and loomed over her. “I didn’t hear my name.”

She was sweaty and half dressed, her eyes all hazy and soft as she looked up at me.“What?”

“I didn’t hear my name.”

“You were busy.”

I laughed at the simple statement for what I’d just done to her. “Do you want to taste how busy I was?” I licked my lips.

The haze lifted as her chest heaved as she sucked in breath.

I hovered over her, our lips millimeters apart. “See how I’m painted in you.” I dipped my fingers under her skirt to find her swollen pussy again. I slipped my two middle fingers inside of her and her back arched. “Tight for me from how much I made you come.”

She lifted her head and met my mouth, groaning at our mingled taste. She sucked my tongue, and I pumped inside of her. Did she get off on her taste on my tongue? I sure as fuck did. I turned my hand so I could use my thumb at her clit as the messy kiss turned into both of us groaning.

I flexed my hips into the mattress, but it didn’t help with the hammering need. I’d compartmentalized to keep myself on track for her, but I was slipping now that she was clasping around my fingers.

I wanted it to be me.

My painfully hard cock was screaming to thrust inside of her.

Ride another orgasm out of her.

She arched her back, breaking the kiss and trying to climb up the bed to get away from me. “Again, Duchess. With my name this time.”

“Xavier,” her voice was hoarse. “Xavier, please.” Her nails clawed around my wrist. “You, I need you.”

She dipped lower to my pants, tugging at the button there. Just her fingers brushing my raging hard cock was enough to blur the edges of my sanity.

I shoved at my pants, trying to find my pocket for my wallet.

I hoped to hell I had a condom, or I was going to be taking sixteen cold showers.

Did they put condoms in the mini bar?

I groaned as she gripped around my shaft through my pants. “Sydney, wait.”

With shaking hands I found the foil packet. She was already shoving down my pants, fumbling hands trying to get to my cock. She finally got her fingers inside the front and when she fisted me, I growled out her name.

“See how it feels?”