Page 43 of Forbidden Boss

“What?” she asks with a small laugh, taking me in.

“Stand up,” I tell her in a husky voice.

Her eyes grow a little darker, and for once, mercifully, she doesn’t argue with me. She just stands, watching me, waiting for my next move.

“What are you doing?” she asks suspiciously.

I don’t answer. I put my hands on her waist and lift. She gasps. The sound shoots straight through me. I settle her against my chest like she weighs nothing. Her arms fly around my neck on instinct. Her eyes search mine. There’s heat there. There’s surprise. There’s trust she probably doesn’t want to have.

“Lev,” she murmurs, and the way she says my name tells me enough.

“I’m taking you to bed,” I say. My voice is even, though my heart is pounding in my chest.

“Right now?” she asks skeptically.

“Now.”

19

MARI

He lays me back on his mattress, and I don’t even try to argue with him. There’s no fight left in me when it comes to him. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or the way he was so tender last night, but I need him more than I’ve ever needed anyone in my life. The second he walked in the door, looking a little windswept, I hoped this was where we’d end up.

My hands are already in his hair, my knees parting to bracket his hips, and the world narrows to the heat between us and the weight of his body braced over mine. He checks my face like he’s reading a report. There’s a question in his gaze that doesn’t need to be asked out loud. I nod in answer.

He strips away my clothes slowly, with purpose, while he covers me with long, languid kisses. There is no rush to this, no push-and-pull for control. I’ve never seen him so unguarded and attentive.

Sex with Lev has been good. It’s been outstanding, in fact. But it’s also been methodical and precise. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s rightly confident in his skills. Tonight, though, it’s as if all that precision has gone out the window. He’s patient,taking his time, exploring every inch of me, pausing whenever a particularly eager sound escapes me.

I lose myself in the pleasure of it, in his warm mouth exploring my bare body, in his hands touching, squeezing, groping, and learning. When he slips his fingers inside my slick folds, I nearly come undone on the spot. My body is so keyed up, so finely attuned to his every movement.

It’s unbearable. It’s torture. It’s heaven.

“Lev,” I moan. “Please.”

My words become nonsense, aching cries of ecstasy as his fingers pump in and out of me. Then his mouth joins his hand, and I’m falling apart in the most exquisite orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. It starts slowly, building in my core like molten lava, before it crashes over me and leaves my entire body lax.

“Mari?” Lev asks, my name almost a moan. “Are you okay?”

I can only nod and grab at his hair, pulling him up to me so I can kiss those sinful lips and taste the evidence of my desire on his tongue. I moan again into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist. I feel his cock press against me, and I can’t help but grind into him. I need more of him, all of him.

Annoyingly, he’s still completely clothed, but his dick is straining so hard against his pants I can’t imagine he’s comfortable.

“Take off your clothes,” I say, the command making me feel almost drunk on power.

“Who’s running the show here?” he asks with a wicked smile.

“Please, for the love of everything good in this world, take off your clothes,” I say, pretending to beg.

He pulls back, slowly stripping away each layer, never breaking eye contact with me. His eyes flame with unmistakable passion as his hands move to his pants, removing the last barriers between us.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice husky.

“Come here,” I say, reaching for him, beckoning him to me. He’s back, on top of me, all around me, touching and teasing every part of me he can reach.

He lines himself up with my entrance and presses inside me slowly, steady and careful, the way he hasn’t been before.

My breath stutters. His does too.