Page 15 of Forbidden Boss
“So, yes,” he agrees.
He takes a bite of his salmon, and now I’m the one staring at his lips. At his hands. Thinking about licking his Adam’s apple.
“Do you…” I falter, so distracted by my lustful thoughts. “Do you kill people?”
“Only when I have to,” he answers simply, and damn it if it isn’t sexy as hell.
I bite my lip, and I know he sees it. His eyes linger on my mouth, and even though there’s a decent distance between us, I have a feeling it would take nothing to close it.
“Would you like a glass of water?” he asks, and I can only nod.
He gets up swiftly and heads back into the kitchen. When he comes back, he offers me a glass, and our fingers brush as I take it from him. My hands shake so hard I almost drop it, but he’s quicker, catching it and setting it safely on the table.
“Tell me to send you home,” he says gruffly, his voice thick with an emotion I can’t quite name.
“Do you want to?” I ask.
“No,” he answers honestly.
“Then don’t,” I say. My voice is steady. My heartbeat is not.
He pulls me up against him, his arms immediately wrapping around my waist to steady me.
“How far away is your bedroom?” I ask presumptuously.
“Too far,” he says before his lips crash into mine.
Heat rolls up my spine. I reach for his shirt. He meets me halfway. His hand slides to my jaw and holds me still. I open my mouth for him because I need to taste him, to pull him in even closer. He tastes like wine and cedar.
He backs me into the table. The wood meets my ass and I stumble back onto it. He hovers over me, his lips never leaving mine. He only deepens the kiss. I hook my fingers in his waistband and feel him harden against my stomach.
“This isn’t why I asked you here,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
I don’t. Instead, I fall back onto the table and pull him down with me. He kisses down my body, pushing up my shirt to get to more skin. Then, he pulls down my work slacks and hisses.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he chokes out.
“Pants,” I groan. “Take your pants off.”
He does, quickly, but he never once lets his guard down or wavers in his restraint. He watches me carefully as he undoes his belt and frees himself.
Last time it was so fast, I didn’t even have time to appreciate what he was working with. I felt it, sure, but actually looking at his huge cock makes my mouth water. I ache for it. I sit up and reach for him. When he’s close enough, I grab his hips and pull him closer, kissing every inch of his chest I can reach as I gently stroke him with my hand.
He roughly tears open my blouse and pushes me back down on the table, taking one bra-clad breast into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whimper, arching my back to get as close to him as possible. “I need more.”
“Look at me,” he commands.
I do. He keeps my gaze as his mouth trails a hot path down my stomach until he’s hovering just above where I need him. He slips my panties down my legs before taking one experimental lick of my slit. My whole body vibrates with pleasure.
“You’re so ready for me,” he groans as he slips two fingers inside me.
“Yes,” I agree, unable to form any other coherent words.
He works me with patient intent, eliciting sounds from me that I didn’t know I was capable of making. When I lift my hips for more friction, he pins them down with a hand and slows just enough to tease. When I curse, he smiles against me.
“So impatient,” he teases. “Be a good girl and don’t come until I tell you to.”