Page 83 of Never Bargain with the Boss

He lays a line of kisses from my jaw down my neck, wrapping my necklaces around his hand and using them to pull me where he wants me, and like the needy-greedy girl I am, I let him. I trust he won’t break them, but I wouldn’t even care if he did. I’d trade every treasure I own for more of his kisses, more of his tongue, more of his heart.

Okay, and his dick. Because fuck, is it beautiful, and big, and mine.

I run my hands across his chest, then let my nails scrape down his abs to his belt, where I fumble to undo it gracefully. Just as eager as I am, Cameron releases my jewelry in favor of dropping his coat to the floor and ripping his buttoned shirt open. I do the same, taking my coat off and pulling my sweater over my head. The sight of my black lacy bra stops Cameron’s progress at his waist, where he’s successfully undone his belt, button, and zipper, revealing that his cock is bulging obscenely in his underwear.

He growls out my name as he cups my breasts, kneading and lifting the small globes, making me arch into his touch. He pins me against the wall, right there in the entry area, dipping his mouth to taste my skin. His devilish tongue licks a line at the edge of the lace, and my nipple hardens, begging for the same attention. He doesn’t move the fabric, but rather sucks me right through it, which feels naughty somehow. I grip his head, holding him to me and demanding more, which he gives, nibbling and sucking one, then the other nipple.

Overwhelmed with need, my hips buck in the scant space between us as I try to find relief by rubbing myself on the ridge of his dick. But it’s too far away and I whimper. “I need you, Cameron. Now. Please.” He steps back, making a move like he’s going to get on his knees for me, but I shake my head. “You.”

Something clicks in his eyes, a primal instinct I love to see overtake him. Growling, needy, he says, “Pull your skirt up.” I obey instantly, gathering the silky leopard print fabric and wiggling it up my body until it’s nothing more than a band at my waist. He runs a finger over my cleft, feeling how wet I am for him through the sheer lace, and a dark light fills his eyes. “I’m going to ruin these.”

“Do it.” I think he’s going to rip them off my body, but instead he pushes them to the side and tells me to hold them. I reach between my legs, holding my panties out of the way while heslips a finger inside me. I shudder at how good it feels, but it’s not enough.

I think I make a sound of disappointment because Cameron chuckles and slides another finger in, fucking me with them. “Still want more?” he asks, giving me a third finger. I groan at the stretch, but it’s not what I want.

“Please,” I beg, reaching for him.

He pulls his fingers from me and pushes his underwear down, taking the current focus of my immediate, insane need into his hand. He swipes my own juices up and down his length. “This what you want?”

Panting, I nod.

Or I think I do because the next thing I know, Cameron has scooped me up. My upper back is against the wall, my arms and legs are wrapped around him so that my booted feet cross at his back, and his hands grip my ass so hard the bite of his fingerprints hurts so deliciously, but what feels best is that I finally feel his tip at my entrance. He pauses there for one second, like he’s enjoying the anticipation, and then slams into me, bottoming out in one deep stroke. I cry out at finally getting the fullness that I’ve been craving.

There’s no more build-up. There’s no more time for that. I’m instantly flying too close to the sun as Cameron plows into me. He’s chasing the high too, his eyes locked on mine and the tendons in his neck strained as he grits his teeth.

“Fuck.” Slam, slam, slam against the wall. “I love…” Slam, slam, slam.

My entire body freezes, on the edge of explosion. On the brink of pure hope.

“This pussy,” he growls. Slam, slam, slam.

But it’s enough, and I plunge into the waves of pleasure, letting them overtake me and pull me under. I cry out something… maybe it’s his name… maybe it’s more… maybe it’sgibberish, but he answers with a grunt of his own. I feel his heat pulsing into me as he comes too, and I want every drop of it so I squeeze, milking him and prolonging his orgasm.

He holds me there, his face buried in my hair for a moment as we catch our breath and his mouth finds mine. Still impaled on him, we kiss passionately, as though none of our desire has been quenched.

But eventually, he slips from me and lowers my feet to the floor. He fixes my panties, pulling them back over my leaking core and cups me there, like he’s enjoying the slick, wet mess of our combined cum. “Where next?”

My mouth? My ass? I’ve never done that, but he can take me anywhere he wants as far as I’m concerned.

“Living room?” he suggests with a smirk.

Oh. He means where… in the house.

But I’m not disappointed. Not at all, because there’s a lot of rooms in this house and we have all night to christen each and every one of them. Kitchen, bedroom, and shower? Check, last time. Front entryway? Check. So yeah, the living room will work.

I nod. “And then your office. I want you to eat me out on your desk, Boss.” I wink, letting him know that it’s strictly for play and I have zero concerns about our professional relationship anymore.

Because I don’t. There’s so much more between us than mere employer-employee, and I’d be a fool to not see that, not feel it.

He groans. “That first,” he says, nodding. There’s a glint in his eye when he adds, “Run.”

It takes a single heartbeat for what he’s said to register, then I scream as I take off, running through the house, through the formal living room, and down the hall toward his office. Cameron is hot on my heels the whole way, and it’s exciting, sexy fun. Especially when he catches me…

“Mmm-hmm…sunshine… whoo-oh! I’m walking… mmm… sunshine.” I’m half-humming, half-singing to myself as I flip through the racks at the thrift store that’s become my new favorite. It’s not too far from home, has a great selection, and doesn’t overprice the good stuff like some stores do.

I feel like the sunshine is literally shooting out from the smile I couldn’t hide if I wanted to. Not that I would.

Thanksgiving is my new favorite holiday. How could it not be?