Page 138 of Bossy Wicked Prince

Nate shifts me so I’m sitting on the edge of the table, facing him. He looks at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes.

“You don’t have to hold it in,” he says. “The room’s soundproof. Next time, I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

I nod. I want to give him everything he wants, because he always gives that to me. He softly strokes my hair again before planting a soft kiss on my lips and nudging my knees apart.

“Wider, Kitten. I want to fuck my future wife.”

He positions his hips between my open legs, lining his cock up with my slick sex. We both watch as he moves his head inside me. It’s so fucking hot, but it lights up my nerves that are still sensitive from the orgasm and I wince. Nate puts a comforting hand on my hip.

“Color?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

He sighs with relief as he presses into me and then groans. “Fuck, you feel incredible, Kitten.”

He pushes in a little deeper, making me whimper as he watches me swallow him up inch by inch.

“I could watch this all day.”

I lean back on my hands to keep from trying to take control and make him push in faster. I know Nate wants to make this last, to savor watching us connect in this primal way.

We both moan when he’s finally in me completely. Our eyes meet and he slowly starts to fuck me. I can feel myself dripping and making a mess on the table, but I don’t care. Nate leans over me, mumbling words of praise against my throat until I’m seeing stars.

Pleasure builds in me again, and I can feel the crest of an orgasm coming. Nate must feel me trembling and know, because he grins at me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock, Kitten?”

He gathers my wetness from the base of his cock as he thrusts, pressing his slick thumb against my clit to build the pressure even higher.

“Yes,” I moan. “I’m so close, please.”

Nate’s hips snap frantically against mine, rocking my hips up so his thumb presses harder against my clit with each stroke. It makes my nerves, my entire body, primed to come apart. I want it, but I want Nate to come with me.

I kiss him, pouring all my love and desire into it. Nate thrusts one final time, and I scream his name as my release washes through me. He comes right behind me, his cock emptying inside me as I pant through the longest orgasm of my life.

“That’s it,” Nate croons, holding me against him as I writhe and shatter. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

Finally, I let myself fall back on the table, little tremors still making my body tremble and my breaths hitch.

“C-can we do this every board meeting?” I ask with a lazy grin, and he chuckles.

“That’s a tradition I can get behind.”

The clouds part outside the windows and sunlight streaks in, bathing us in its warm glow as he kisses me long and deep.

EPILOGUE

NATE

“We have to figure out a way to get crumpets,” Cat says as we walk into our building lobby and she shakes off the chill from outside. “I think I got addicted to them in London.”

I just nod. Normally, I’d join her in speculating where we can find the rolls we practically lived on in our week-long business trip in the UK. But right now, I’m too distracted to pay attention.

Beau texted me right before our car got here, letting me know that the guys finished setting up everything in the apartment. They were cutting it pretty fucking close, so hopefully they didn’t rush and forget anything.

I’m pretty sure what Cat will say when I propose. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want everything to be absolutely fucking perfect. She deserves nothing less.

“Do you think the dress you got me at Harrod’s got wrinkled during the flight?” Cat asks. “I thought I might wear it to the gala tonight. It’ll go better with the holiday flowers.”