Page 112 of Boss of the Year

“Please,” I whispered again as I took the hand at my breast and guided it by the wrist down, down until his fingers met the elastic band of my shorts.

Lucas’s shudder consumed his entire body.

“Lucas,” I breathed as I steered his fingers farther down to where they could tickle the edge of my underwear, the thatch of soft curls, and the aching place that yearned for him. For more.

His hand curved around the heat of me, cupping me through my underwear, one finger brushing over the part that had already soaked through.

“We can’t,” he whispered painfully. “We shouldn’t.”

But his hand stayed where it was.

One fingertip pushed through the cotton, testing the slick entrance pulsing with need. The contact was enough to make me suck in a labored breath.

“No one’s ever touched you like this, have they?” His tongue swiped along my ear.

I shook my head and moaned as he pulled the cotton aside so he could slide a finger through the slick edges of me. Not entering. Not yet. Just toying. Exploring.

“I’m not the one for you.” His thumb swept over my clit. “You deserve someone better.”

“Noooooo,” I whimpered as his thumb pressed down and one finger circled slowly around my aching entrance.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His voice rumbled like a storm on the horizon against my neck. Still in control but on the verge of losing it.

The finger pushed in just the slightest bit and stayed there without moving.

Like he was waiting for me to help him breach that last barrier myself.

“You have to tell me what you want.” He sucked the rim of my ear between his lips and worried it between his teeth. “I need to hear you say it.”

I tried to speak, but the words caught. My body was trembling, hips rocking into his hand, and my mouth open—silent—because I didn’t know how to articulate what I needed without falling apart.

“You want me to finger this virgin pussy for the first time?” Lucas whispered as he pressed that one fingertip just a little deeper. Not all the way. Not quite, just a tease.

He licked my neck from the throbbing pulse to the sensitive spot just below my ear in a move that was as reverent and filthy as the question he’d just asked.

My breath hitched as a sound between a gasp and a “yes” escaped my throat. “Please, Lucas.” His name tasted like chocolate. “Please.”

But even after he slipped his finger deeper inside me, his thumb continuing those maddening circles over my clit, it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

I neededhim.

Without thinking, I extended a hand behind me and felt his sharp inhale when I reached under the waistband to pull him free of his briefs.

It didn’t feel the way I’d imagined. In pictures or videos, there were a variety of shapes and sizes, of course. But they always looked angry Flushed and hard, so big and intense.

As my hand explored Lucas’s cock, I marveled at the unexpected smoothness. He was big, yes, and broad enough that my fingers didn’t quite touch when wrapped around him completely. But the texture was like silk, unbearably soft under my tentative strokes.

Why had I been so scared of this part of a man?

Why had I ever been scared of this moment at all?

“Marie,” he hissed like something broke inside him.

I made to turn in his arms, but he kept me where I was, his arm draped over me, my hand between us, still holding his arousal. For me.

“Don’t make me stop.” The weight of him heavy and long and perfect. I guided him between my legs so he was nestled at the seam of my body like a promise. “Move.” I could barely breathe. “Like we did in the onsen, Lucas.Please.”