Page 60 of Bossy Wicked Prince

“I think I know what you need right now. Will you let me give it to you?”

She only hesitates for a moment before she nods again. “Yes. I trust you.”

Her words burrow into my trust and I decide right here and now that Ineverwant to break that trust.

My kitten’s slender throat works as she swallows in anticipation andfuck, I can’t wait to kiss that throat. Wrap my hand around it. Shove my cock down it.

I caress her face in my palm, and she sighs into my touch, relinquishing herself to me so beautifully.

Her face flushes with desire, her eyes going hazy, and I can’t wait to see how far down that blush goes when she’s turned on, and I’m not waiting any longer to find out.

“Unbutton your blouse. I want to see that gorgeous body I’ve been fantasizing about.”

Her lips part into a surprised little ‘o’, like she’s shocked I’ve been thinking about her.

She shouldn’t be.

After New York, how the hell could Inotbe? Didn’t she feel the connection between us? There’s no way it was that one-sided.

Cat automatically reaches for her top button, but her hands freeze. I can practically see the wheels turning in her busy mind, deciding whether to give in to everything. Which means I need to help her decide.

I reach for the end of her braid, pulling off the elastic holding the end. Carefully, I start unraveling it. “Let me tell you what’s about to happen. I’m going to tell you exactly what to do. You don’t need to make any decisions. Just listen and obey. What color is it if you want me to slow down?”

“Red.”

I nod. “And if you want me to stop?”

“Black.”

She leans toward me, resting her head against my thigh as I undo her braid.

“We shouldn’t,” she murmurs. There’s no real resistance in the words. She’s finally realizing how inevitable this is.

“Then tell me to stop.”

She pauses and then whispers against my thigh, “I don’t want you to stop.” And my chest squeezes with a visceral need to give this girl,mygirl, exactly what she needs.

“This doesn’t have to affect our working relationship, Kitten,” I tell her, as if just by saying it I can somehow make it true when I know I’m just digging an even deeper hole for myself to climb out of. But no one seems to be taking the shovel from me so I just keep fucking digging.

Keep breaking all my rules.

I sweep her loose curls back over her shoulders. “You need help turning your brain off, and it just so happens I’m an expert in that area.”

She lets out a sexy little chuckle that sounds like she agrees with me and I find myself smiling.

My kitten nods and undoes the first button. I can barely breathe myself as she sits up and I watch her blouse fall aside, revealing her creamy skin. When she’s left in just a pale blue lace bra, I hum, pleased.

“Good girl.” I lick my lips. “That lingerie is…”

I swallow hard, my cock thickening in my pants already.

“You look good in blue, Kitten.”

Her shoulders lower as her body relaxes. She really does crave praise. I take the blouse from her, folding it and setting it on the desk.

“Now your pants. Take them off and give them to me.”

Biting her bottom lip, she stands and undoes her button and zipper. She wiggles her hips a little and the trousers fall to the floor. I take her hand to help her balance as she steps out ofthem. When she bends over to pick them up, I groan at the peachy curve of her ass.