Page 113 of Grumpy Boss of the Year

"And I don’t wanna be the big spoon. I…" I gasp as his fingers slide between my legs.

"Still feel nothing?" he says in a deep, husky voice.

I nod silently as I squeeze my legs together. He grins as his finger rubs my clit roughly.

"Liam," I say, "you can't."

"I can't what?" he mumbles, staring darkly, deeply into my eyes.

"You can't touch me like that. You?—"

"I think I am," he says as his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan as we kiss. My fingers run up into his hair, and he rollson top of me again. His chest crushes against my breasts, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I cannot stop this man. I don't want to stop him. I've been waiting for this moment since I first saw him, since the first time he teased me, since the first time he touched me, since the first time his eyes looked into mine.

He grabs my right leg and brings it up. He looks down at me, a question in his eyes. "Still feel nothing?" he says, whispering against my lips.

And I nod. "Nothing."

He lifts my left leg, as well, and I feel him position himself between my legs. Before I know what's happening, my ankles are on his shoulders and he's grunting. His eyes are dark and heavy, and I can feel the weight of him against me.

"Fuck, I need to…"

"I'm on the pill," I whisper.

He bursts into a wide grin, and I watch as he grabs his cock and positions it between my legs. "This doesn't feel right to you, right?"

"Not at all," I say, shaking my head.

"Okay." He grabs ahold of his cock and bounces it back and forth across my clit, and I murmur and wriggle on the bed. I need him to thrust into me. I need him to take me. I need to feel him inside of me.

"Still nothing, right?" His eyes are dark and heavy, and my entire body feels like it's going to explode already.

"Absolutely nothing," I say.

He grabs his cock and positions it right there, and I know that heaven is about to enter my body. But he doesn't thrust. "Still nothing, right?"

"Nothing." I shift down slightly, and he grins.

"Oh. What about now?" He slides into me softly and then gives one quick thrust. I cry out as he enters me, stretching me.

He grabs my hands and squeezes. "Still nothing?"

"Nothing. I can't even tell you're inside of me," I say. I can feel myself moaning and crying out as he thrusts into me faster and harder. His thumb reaches down, and he rubs my clit.

"Nothing still?" he grunts, and I can't even respond to him now. I'm already so close.

He moves faster and faster and faster until I feel him shuddering. He pulls out and then thrusts into me hard one last time and ejaculates inside of me. My body explodes as I orgasm, and he grunts as he collapses onto me, his cock still inside of me.

He kisses me passionately, his fingers touching the side of my face and running down the side of my breasts. I kiss him back because that was amazing. It was magical, and I feel like I wanna do it all over again.

"So…" he says, grinning lazily at me.

"Nothing," I say, smiling and touching the side of his face.

"Your nose is so big right now, Elisabetta Franco."

"Is it, Mr. Liam?" I grin at him, unable to stop the large smile from crossing my face. I love these moments with him. It’s like something out of a rom-com movie, and I feel like the leading actress, having the time of her life. He’s the Keanu Reeves to my Sandra Bullock.

“You know you wanna call me that.”

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