Page 61 of Big & Bossy

I kissed him. And he’d kissed me back harder.

I grabbed him by the tie, holding him close to me, forcing him to stay against my lips as I dragged my fingers down his chest. I could feel every ripple of muscle beneath the cotton, could feel his heartbeat against my hand. He was tired, but this was more important.

He wanted this more than sleep. I could feel it in the way he touched me, in the way his lips hungrily tasted my own, in the way he unbuckled his belt with one hand, freeing the hardening length of him beneath. I could feel it in the way his fingers raked against my flesh as he pulled my underwear down my legs, in the way he sighed a breath of relief as he sank himself inside of me, filling me so fully I wished he’d never leave.

“Godammit, Mandy,” he breathed, tugging his tie loose as he came up for air. “You’re too tempting. I can’t seem to stay away.”

I chuckled and wrapped my hand around the loose scrap of fabric, pulling him back down. “Then don’t.”

He hummed his approval against my lips. Slowly, painfully slowly, he pulled himself out to the tip, hesitated, then plunged back in. It made my head swim, made every drop of adrenaline in my system kick into overdrive. Damn that felt so fucking good.

His fingers wrapped around my throat gently, flesh against flesh, and that was too much. I loved it. I fucking loved it, could feel the way my muscles down below clenched around him at just the hint of something darker. I wanted to breathe, but the thrill of knowing he could squeeze at any point was enough to set my skin on fire.

“Touch yourself for me, princess,” he grunted. He pulled back out, plunged back in. Back out, back in. Slowly building up his pace. “Touch yourself so I can keep my hand like this, since you like it so much.”

I nodded and slid my hand between our bodies, over clothes and buttons, over the flap of my skirt, down where our skin met. I touched myself in just the way I liked, alternating pressure, little circles. “Fuck,” I breathed, pleasure blooming, spreading. “Don’t you dare pull out again.”

“Not going to,” he laughed. His fingers flexed against my neck, keeping the pressure off as he placed a kiss on the tip of my chin. “I’m never fucking leaving.”

I laughed out a moan and tugged his tie harder. “You can’t say things like that,” I breathed, my smile too wide to contain. “It’s not fair.”

“Does it turn you on?” He asked, his shit-eating grin too wide, too evil. “Do you like when I threaten to never take my cock out of you?”

I bit my lip as I felt myself dampen further, the slickness spreading to my fingertips. I quickened my circles, nodding a tiny, defeated yes to him.

“So dirty for me,” he drawled. His finger inched its way up my neck, hooked my lip, and forced it from the clasp of my teeth. “Don’t hide those. I want to see that smile when I make you come, princess.”

He adjusted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside of me. I could feel myself building already, too soon, too quick. I didn’t want this to end. I never wanted it to end, especially not now. “You’re clenching for me,” he grunted, his voice breaking with pleasure halfway through. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re close.”

“Yeah,” I squeaked. I struggled to breathe, struggled to focus on anything other than him and the growing ecstasy in my body. I was rapidly approaching the cliff’s edge, seconds from hurtling myself off it willingly.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his eyes wide. “Let me see you come, princess. Let me watch how easily I make you come undone.”

My fingers spasmed as my orgasm wrenched its way through me, a barely contained scream tearing from my throat. He fucked me through it, every hit an extra beat of pleasure, every groan he made sending shivers down my spine. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“Breathe,” Jack whispered, his hips stuttering. “Breathe for me, princess.”

I gasped in air as my fingers found their way to the back of his neck, keeping him close. Each little wave from my dwindling orgasm was like heaven with his cock twitching inside of me, so close, about to break?—

He moaned out his release as his hips collided with mine harshly, burying every drop inside of me. I could feel its warmth, could feel it spreading around his length. “Thank you,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to my lips, my cheeks, my temples, anywhere he could reach. “I needed this.”

“Of course,” I giggled. My high was fading, my hips were aching. As much as I didn’t want to call it quits, we had a plane waiting on the tarmac for us, and we were still in the Escalade outside the arcade. “I’m not ready to be empty.”

He chuckled, his hips slowly pulling backward, leaving me leaking on the rental car’s leather seats. “I’m sorry, Mands. We gotta get going.”

“I know.” I pulled his lips to mine briefly, a quick little peck. “Thank you, too. I love you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said.

And nothing else.

Chapter 29

Jackson

The view from the back balcony of my parent's house was unmatched and always had been. As a kid I’d played in the gardens, chasing my baby sister around the pruned hedges and the fountains, the staff screaming at me to keep her away from the water. Now, she showed it off to Fred, the ground coated heavily in snow, their boots leaving a trail of footprints. Most of it the greenery was bare, but even in the winter, Mom insisted on decorating it with lights and decorations.

I clutched my cup of coffee as if it was my saving grace, the steam wafting upward and assaulting my nostrils. It had been two weeks since I didn’t say, “I love you” back to Mandy, and with every passing second, it weighed heavier on my mind. I did love her. Of course I did. But I couldn’t say it when even uttering the words could put her in danger.

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