Page 72 of Forbidden Boss

I lift her, carry her to the bed, and lay her down. She reaches for me as I undress, her eyes never leaving mine. The air between us hums with heat. I slowly climb on top of her, kissing every inch of her skin I can reach. She gasps and shudders every time I uncover a new spot of pleasure.

Then I’m sliding my fingers inside her, my cock throbbing as I hear her whimper in pleasure. There are a million things I want to do to her, and I wish I could do them all at once, but I know we have time. We have the rest of our lives for that. So I take my time. I taste her, savor her, and go as slow as I dare so that we’re both on the edge of shattering.

“Lev,” she cries as her hands tangle into my hair. “Please.”

That single word is enough to make the world tilt. I cover her body with mine, pressing a kiss to her throat before claiming her mouth again.

She meets me with the same fire, pulling me down until we fit together perfectly. Then I’m sinking into her, so slowly and carefully that I’m sure we’re both going to break. I move slowly at first, savoring the feel of her. Her breath stutters, her nails drag lightly down my back, and when I finally thrust deeper, she gasps, clutching at me.

Every sound she makes burns through me. Every whisper, every breath. She wraps her arms around my neck and holds me close, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Then I lose all control, focused on nothing but the way her walls clench around my cock and how she gasps my name. My hand reaches between us so I can stroke her in the way I know makes her fall apart.

“I love you,” she breathes, the words breaking on a moan.

I press my forehead to hers, so close to the edge myself. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

Her voice trembles, but there’s nothing fragile about her. She’s completely in control of this situation, and we both know it. I kiss her again, swallowing the sound of her sigh. Then she’s clenching hard, shaking, screaming as loud as she dares with our son sleeping just a few doors down. It’s all I can do to hold it together before she pulls my release from me.

As we both come down from our pleasure, her hand finds mine, her fingers tangle with mine.

“Thank God you’re so good at making me come, or this marriage would be really awful,” she teases, a little breathlessly.

I can’t help but nip at her shoulder, burying my laugh against her neck.

“There’s no going back now,” I murmur into her skin. “You’re stuck with me for life.”

“I guess that’s all right.” She sighs. “As long as you always love me this well.”

“I promise.” I sigh back, burying my face against her as I start to feel sleep coming for me.

For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m fighting the world. I’ve already won.

The End