Page 69 of Never Bargain with the Boss

I wake up slowly, my eyes still shut tight as reality comes back to me. It’s not a cloud, it’s a bed with expensive sheets and a thick duvet, and a hard body pressed against me.

“Good morning,” Cameron rumbles from right beside me.

I crack open one eye, just the tiniest sliver to peek at him. I want to get a gauge on how he’s feeling this morning before I respond. Is he panicking? Is he still on a post-orgasmic high? Does he already regret this? Does he want to go again? Have I already overstayed my welcome… in his bed, in his life? The options are nearly endless.

His left bright blue eye peers back at me, the other hidden by a fold in the pillow, wide awake and filled with a happy glint. Relief washes through me, but at the same time, I realize something else.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I rub at the corner of my mouth, certain I’m probably drooling like a Great Dane, andthen at my eyes, figuring there are crusties forming as I speak. “Creeper.” There’s no heat to it, and he chuckles as he pulls me in tighter, not letting me leave the embrace of his arms. His five o’clock shadow is prickly in a delightfully rough way against my forehead as he presses a kiss there.

“Yes, and perhaps,” he concedes with a careless shrug of his one free shoulder. “I woke up and thought you were a dream, but your snoring made it abundantly clear that you were real this time.”

I swat at his bare chest. “I donotsnore!”

He grins. Not agreeing or disagreeing, he continues, “I wanted to enjoy the moment with you snuggled in my arms. Someone once told me that it’s important to do that.”

I press my lips together, fighting to hide my smile. “She sounds brilliant.”

“She? I didn’t say ‘she’, did I?”

But we both know he means me. I like this playful version of Cameron. He’s relaxed and comfortable, and… very naked beneath the covers, unless there’s also a lead pipe in bed with us.

“Well, if we’re going to take this nameless, genderless, possibly imaginary person’s advice to heart, how should we enjoy this moment?”

Last night was amazing. Better than amazing. It was more than I ever imagined it would be, and I want to prolong it as much as I can before reality slams down over Cameron’s mind. It’s going to. He can’t help how he is, and at some point today, Grace is going to call him to come get her, he’ll click back into Dad Mode, and we’ll return to some version of normalcy.

So I’m going to do what I do best… maximize every single tick of the clock while I have this version of Cameron. The one who works my body in ways I’ve never known were possible. The one who growls filthy things into my ear. The one who not only spanked me, but also took care of me in the shower, washing mewith gentle, sure hands as he slid soapy bubbles and a washcloth over my body and between my legs. The one whose fingers are already dancing down my arm to move it out of his way so he can cup my breast.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” he murmurs before his mouth takes mine. I kiss him back, thrilled with the prospect of not only sleeping in his bed, but fucking in it too. It feels naughty in a way, like I don’t really belong here and am stealing these moments with him.

His thumb teases over the nub of my nipple, urging it to harden for him, and I arch into his touch for more. I feel his answering smile against my lips. He likes it when I tell him what feels good, what I want, what I need, so in between kisses, I plead, “More.”

He rolls onto his back, bringing me with him, and I settle over him, my legs straddling one of his so that my pussy is lying on his thigh and his hard cock is trapped between us. I grind myself against the soft hairs on his leg, delighting in the roughness against my most sensitive of spots, and his hands work down my back to my ass, where he grips the globes tightly, urging me on. “Use me, take what you want, Riley.”

I do, rubbing myself until I’m dangerously close to coming. It’s so easy with his eyes locked onto me, the heat of his pre-cum on my skin, and his breaths coming in jagged pants. Right on the edge, I stop, clenching my pussy tight to stave off the impending explosion. “Not yet,” I whisper. “There’s something else I want to use. Want to take.”

His brows furrow, then fly up his forehead as I start to move down his body. I leave a trail of kisses on his sharp jaw, press my lips over the tripping pulse in his neck, and lick a circle over his nipple. I shift entirely, scooting down the bed and making a place for myself between his thighs. His hand cups my jaw, and I tilt into his touch as his thumb swipes over my bottom lip. “Thismouth makes me crazy,” he groans. “The things you say, the things you don’t say.”

“Wait till you see what I can do with it. That’ll really drive you crazy,” I promise.

I’m not some Blowjob Queen who gives Gluck-Gluck 9000s on the regular. In fact, it’s been years since I’ve had a dick in my mouth, but what I lack in recent experience, I will definitely make up for with enthusiasm, because I want Cameron in my mouth. I want to have that power over him, the always-in-control man who lives by a schedule, and turn his brain into mush with the only thought being ‘yes, yes, yes’ at my command.

I circle my tongue around his flared head, lapping at the already spilling clear fluid gathered at his tip. “Mmm,” I moan. With my mouth open and tongue sticking out, I lick up his length, coating him with my saliva. I do it again and again, my eyes on his, watching his need to fuck my mouth build inside him. But he’s doing such a good job holding himself back, that strong restraint of his fully engaged as he lets me tease him mercilessly.

Only when I feel his hand clench in my hair do I finally relent and seal my lips over his head. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hips thrusting up unconsciously and forcing another two inches into my mouth before he regains control.

I don’t want to lose the vacuum suction I’ve got on him, so I can’t smile, but I reward him by taking him deeper into my mouth, letting his tip tease at my throat. I hold him there, my nose pressed against the soft hairs at his base. “You look fucking stunning like this,” he whispers reverently.

I feel stunning.

I slide back up his cock and then swallow him again, finding a slow, leisurely pace at first but gradually building to a faster tempo as I wrap my hands around him too. Using my mouth, tongue, and hands, I torture Cameron with pleasure until he’sthrashing on the bed, losing the fight against his instincts to fuck my mouth.

It’s just as glorious as I thought it would be—to have this command over him, to be the reason he loses all sense of control—and as I feel his balls pull up against the base of my hand, I know I’m about to be rewarded even more. I hold him deep in my mouth, giving him shallow thrusts against my throat and swallowing reflexively around his tip.

“You want it?” he demands, the words spit out harshly.

I want everything. With him. But I can’t speak, so I whimper around his cock, begging for his cum, needing at least that, with every fiber of my being. He grips my head in his hands, his fingers tangled in my hair, as he pumps even deeper into my throat. I gag around him, but when he grunts warningly, I steady myself and swallow again.

Finally, with a ragged groan, he explodes, shooting his hot and salty cum down my throat. I hungrily take it all, not losing a single drop. When he’s spent, I even lick up and down his length and swipe at the corners of my lips, slipping my thumb into my mouth to make sure I get it all.