Page 113 of Boss of the Year

A groan sounded like it was ripped from his chest.

“God, you ask so pretty.” He rocked forward just once, like he couldn’t help himself, and his cock slid through the slickness between my thighs while his finger dipped deeper and thumb continued to work my clit along with his sensual rhythm.

Unable to hold him any longer, I moved my hand back down to cover his, entranced by the rhythm of his fingers in time with his hips and cock.

“Lucas.” I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to do anything but feel.

“You want me with you this time, baby?” he asked as he started moving more quickly through the slippery juncture while his thumbs and fingers worked in tandem. “You want me to come between these soft thighs? Feel them squeeze me tight when you come too?”

I arched back, urging him to continue. “Yesss, Lucas. P-please.”

“What did I tell you, Marie? I said you’d beg for it, didn’t I?” His hips pistoned forward, creating hot friction that drove me toward that edge with him. “You’re not quite begging now, baby, but you will. You will, and when that day comes, I will give you every inch you ask for, I promise.”

Just the thought of it set me alight, the idea of his cock replacing the fingers, echoing those movements. How he might press me to the mattress, hold me down while he pushed, stretched me, filled me, broke me…

I exploded with a shout, my thighs clenching around him, my entire body arched backward as Lucas set his mouth on myneck and sucked hard while his hand,oh,that beautiful hand, massaged out my orgasm as it coursed through me.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice pained, breath heavy. “That’s right, squeeze me. Fuck,just like that.”

Warmth spilled between my thighs, mingling with the balm my body had already provided. I knew if I looked down, beneath the sheets, I’d see it—the silky tip of him, pulsing between my legs. Begging to be let inside. Wanting it as badly as I did.

We lay wrapped in each other, Lucas’s arms back to bands around my waist, his face buried in my hair while both of us took long, labored breaths.

“The more time we spend together,” he murmured after several minutes, “the more I forget the man I’m supposed to be. The more I think about the man I wish to God I could become.”

He sounded hopeful.

But when I turned in his arms, uncaring about the mess we’d made and wanting the brand of quiet kindness only those slate-blue eyes carried, fear was all that waited for me there.

Fear, yes. And longing.

Because the man he was supposed to be wasn’t the man he wanted to be.

Or the man he was.

Did that mean someone else was?

Daniel’s sunshine face flashed through my mind, and guilt lanced through my body like a spear.

“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh,God. Lucas, what did we—what did I just do?”

Lucas moved quickly, clasping my face and peppering urgent kisses over my mouth and eyes, making me keep them closed, stay in the moment, and forget about the outside world.

“It’s not real,” he said over and over again. “It was just play, I promise. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Not real? Didn’t mean anything? What was he talking about?

My body was still quivering from the orgasm he’d just given me. A part of him had literallybeen inside me, even if it was a part that still technically kept me a virgin, and another piece was literally drying on my thighs.

What we’d done was intimate.

It was world-changing.

And here he was saying that for him, it was basically pretend?

“I…I need to get up.” I pushed at his arms, his chest, at the leg still flanking mine.

He tightened his grip. “Don’t hate me,” he mumbled. “Please don’t hate me.”