Page 133 of Boss of Me

I let out a sob of pleasure and cross my ankles behind his back. Buried impossibly deep, he begins thrusting into me with a barely restrained edge of violence. His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me tight to him as he fucks me with deep, urgent strokes. The impact of his big body slamming against mine makes my heart ricochet in my chest.

Gazing into his fierce eyes, I slip my free hand around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. He growls low in his throat, a sound of primitive hunger that reverberates through every inch of me.

I press my needy body against his, straining to bring us even closer. When I clutch his flexing ass cheek, his cock swells and he groans into our kiss.

His hips snap faster, rocking me against the piano’s smooth surface as he pounds into me, taking his pleasure from my body while exorcising his demons.

Our tongues tangle feverishly, every thrust of his hips driving my heels into his back. The hot, wet sound of our skin slapping together fills the moonlit room, an erotic symphony like no other.

I moan and cling tightly to him, the scent of raw sex in the air driving me wild. When we explode together, he throws back his head with a pained groan, his hot seed flooding my body in thick spurts. I bury my scream in his chest, quaking with pleasure as my nails score the flesh of his ass.

Long moments later, I slump against him, the tension ebbing from my body. He’s breathing hard, his mouth open on my neck as he cradles me to him. His cock is still throbbing inside me, extending my orgasm and sending little aftershocks along my spine.

As my eyes flutter closed, I walk my fingers up and down his sweaty back, soothing and caressing him as our breathing slowly evens out. When he murmurs my name, I realize it’s the first time he’s spoken, and somehow that makes our encounter even hotter.

Lifting his head, he smooths my hair back from my face. With a languid sigh, I drop my forehead on his shoulder, my legs draped limply around his waist.

“I was rough with you,” he says gruffly after a long silence. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”Not tonight anyway.

He brushes a kiss across my cheek. Tingling warmth climbs up from my toes to spread through my veins.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I say quietly. “They were beautiful but . . . unnecessary.”

I feel his throat bob as he swallows roughly. “I’m sorry for being such an asshole to you. The last thing I ever want to do is cause you pain.”

My throat grows thick with emotion, and I swallow it down.

Then he slides his mouth to my ear and whispers, “I’m fucking crazy about you, sweetheart.”

My heart goes wild, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m crazy about you, too,” I whisper back.

He tunnels his fingers into my hair and pulls my face up to his for a searing kiss that melts away some of my anxiety.

We both come away breathless and panting, our foreheads resting against each other’s.

“Come on,” he whispers, his cock thickening inside me. “Let’s take this reunion upstairs before someone walks in on us and gets an eyeful.”

after two more rounds of lovemaking, we lay together in a tangle of damp sheets, my head nestled on his chest as his hand strokes up and down my sweat-slicked back.

“I missed you,” he husks.

Pleasure warms my insides. “I missed you, too.”

“These past two days have been pure hell without you. Don’t ever leave me again, Marlowe. I can’t take it.”

His words pull at my heartstrings. “I didn’t want to leave. I just . . . I needed some space. I was hurt?—”

“I know, baby.” He buries his lips in my hair. “I’m sorry for hurting you. Seeing you with Harlan really fucked me up, but that doesn’t excuse the way I treated you.”

I feel myself softening even more. “Maybe I overreacted a little. You were obviously very upset?—”

“I was, but I should’ve handled myself better.”

“Same goes for me. I should’ve stayed and talked things through instead of running off to Quinn’s. I won’t do that again.”

He presses another kiss to the top of my head, whispering endearments I can’t quite catch.