Page 105 of Boss of Me

She strokes me from base to tip, rubbing the painfully sensitive head and smearing clear beads of precum. I shudder against her, watching her slender hand pump me slowly while she looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lip in that sexy way of hers.

When I can’t take any more of her sweet torture, I pull her hand off my cock and replace it with my own. She wraps one leg around my hip as I guide my shaft to her opening, sinking just the tip inside.

“Please, Gunner,” she whimpers.

“God, I love the sound of my name on your lips.” Unable to hold back another second, I plunge into her delicious wetness, burying my cock to the root.

“Yes,” she moans brokenly. “Oh God,yes!”

I pull almost all the way out of her and then slam back in, groaning as she arches back with a throaty cry, the skin on her chest flushing pink.

I wrap my hand around her other leg and draw them both around my waist. She crosses her ankles behind my back, her nails biting into my biceps as I slide deeper inside, grinding against her clit.

“Oh baby. . .” she groans.

I bend to kiss her, swirling my tongue around hers as I thrust in and out of her. Slowly at first, gradually picking up the pace as she begs for more.

“I can’t get enough of your tight little cunt,” I whisper into her mouth. “You feel so fucking incredible, so hot and wet and made just for me.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I was made for you. Only you.”

Her words inflame me, triggering every primal instinct in my body. I begin pounding into her, every thrust punctuated by a savage grunt of satisfaction.

She reaches behind her and grips the edge of the table for support, holding on for dear life. “Oh shit, Gunner. Just like that.Just like that.”

My balls tighten as the first pulses of her orgasm begin, squeezing my cock in a white-hot vise. I thrust harder, wildly intoxicated by the stream of erotic noises falling from her lips.

“Oh God, I’m com?—”

I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as her body tightens and her legs shake. And then she’s keening my name and spasming around my cock.

“That’s it, baby. Oh fuck,” I groan, slamming between her thighs until I explode, my hips jerking with every spurt of cum jetting into her warmth.

At that exact moment, we hit a small pocket of turbulence that rocks the plane. Marlowe lets out an adorable little squeak as I brace my legs to maintain balance, holding her securely against me.

My pilot’s soothing voice comes over the loudspeaker, apologizing for the rough patch and promising to deliver us safely to our destination.

Marlowe isn’t entirely reassured. “Um, how much do you trust that guy?”

I chuckle, my lips nuzzling her damp hairline as she clings to my neck. “He’s one of the most experienced pilots in the world, and he’s been with me for years. It’s not his fault our lovemaking sent shockwaves into the stratosphere.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and tilts her head back to look at me. Her eyes are hazy with satisfaction, her lips cherry red and swollen. “Crashing to earth right after an epic orgasm sounds almost poetic.”

“It’d be one hell of a way to go out, that’s for sure.” I grin at her. “Epic, huh?”

She smiles. “Life-altering.”

Tenderness rushes through me. Tenderness and lust. Hell of a combination.

She glances out the oval window at the fluffy white clouds floating by. “I’ve never had sex on a plane before.”

This pleases me way more than it should. “I’m glad your first time was with me.”

Her gaze returns to mine. “Me, too,” she says, smiling almost shyly.

I frame her face with my hands and lean down, brushing a featherlight kiss across her mouth as I murmur, “The last time this conference room was used, I was meeting with a group of Bangladeshi executives to hammer out the details of a licensing deal.”

“Yeah?”