Page 145 of Grumpy Boss of the Year

“Are we doing doggy-style?”

“No, stay flat,” I say as my arms reach over hers and grasp her hands. “Let me know if I'm too heavy for you.”

“You're fine,” she whispers into the sheets. I spread her legs and then position my cock between them.

“Oh,” she says, and she feels me nudging into her softly. “Are you teasing me?”

“Do you like this?” I say before I thrust into her in one fell swoop. Her pussy lips tighten against my cock, and I moan against her neck as I kiss her. I squeeze her hands as I slide in and out and increase my momentum. She’s moaning andshaking, and this feeling should be bottled. If it were, it would sell for a billion dollars.

“Oh my gosh,” she murmurs as I increase my pace. Fucking Elisabetta is priceless. It’s more than just sex. It’s more than just making love. It’s like I am in another world, on a different plane. I'm floating in the clouds. There is nothing better than this feeling, nothing better than hearing her low moans and whimpers. The sound is a delight to my ear.

“Oh my gosh, I may come,” she says. I pull out, and she groans.

“What?”

“I want to see your face when you come,” I say as I turn her over. She looks up at me and smiles the prettiest, most trusting smile, and I know then that I can never let this woman go. I have fallen truly, deeply, madly in love with her. I grab her ankles, pull them up over my shoulder, reposition myself between her legs, and slide in hard and fast.

She cries out, and I put my hand over her mouth. “Shh!” I say in a low voice. “We don’t want your father to hear, but fuck it, this feels so good. How do you feel about that?” My thumb goes to her clit, and I start rubbing fast.

“Oh, my gosh!” she cries out, and I feel myself growing harder and harder. I'm close to erupting myself. I can't think anymore. My brain is a blur of emotions and feelings, and I thrust into her harder and faster, holding her ankles. It's like slamming into her body. Her breasts bounce back and forth until finally, she cries out, and I can feel her pussy lips trembling on me as she comes. I explode inside of her and then still, collapsing onto her and kissing her. She reaches up and grabs my head and kisses me back hard.

“Fuck, that was good,” she says. “Why does it always feel like the first time?”

“I don't know,” I say, kissing her back and caressing the side of her face. “Maybe because it's magical.”

“Maybe,” she says. “This almost feels too good to be true.” Her eyes are alight with fire.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean us dating, you helping out my dad, me feeling like I've never felt before, you trusting me and loving me and just being here with me. I feel like I won the lottery, you know?” She stares at me blissfully. “I want you to fuck me one more time, hard and fast, like it's our last time.”

“You're going to have to give me a couple of seconds,” I say as I play with her nipples. She murmurs her response, and as I stare at her, I know that I have a hard decision to make. If I love her, I will tell her the truth. If I love her, I will let her make a decision based on all the facts. There's a saying that says if you love someone, let them go, and if they come back to you, it's meant to be, but I'm scared that the secret I'm holding is too powerful, too delicate, too heartbreaking, too raw, and I'm not sure what to do. If I tell her, it will ruin everything. Her father will back out of the deal, I will be broke, the venture will be done, and she will likely hate me, not because I am the person who has withheld the information from her for her entire life, but because I've known for far longer than I should have, and I haven't said anything.

Maybe it's okay, a little voice whispers inside me.Maybe the best thing is for her not to know. But as I lie here and stare into her beguiling eyes and the small smile on her face, I know it's not my secret to keep from her. If I love her, I will tell her. If she loves me, if this is truly meant to be, we'll be able to work our way back together.

“I'm going to fuck you one last time,” I say, whispering in her ear.

“You mean one last time for tonight?” She grins, and I nod slowly, not even wanting to let her know that I hope that it's just for tonight.

I run my fingers down the valley between her breasts. I want to remember every part of her. I lean over and delicately kiss her shoulder and then her neck and her lips. I stare into her eyes and study her irises. The way that her eyebrows curve up just a little bit, the way that her hair flows, the silky touch of her eyelashes against my skin when we kiss, all of these memories will be burned into my brain.

“I love you, Elisabetta,” I say.

“I love you, too.”

I roll her onto her side and spoon her, my fingers playing with her nipples as we lie there. She pushes her ass back against me and rubs gently.

“I do believe you're trying to get me hard.”

“I do believe you're already halfway there.” She giggles, and I groan as I feel her hand grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs.

“Touch me,” she whispers. “Touch me like it's the first time.” Her hand guides me down, and my index fingers graze her clit. She's wet. I can feel myself on her still.

“Would you ever stop taking the pill?” I whisper in her ear.

She looks back over her shoulder in surprise. “What? Why? You want to wear a condom?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I just –”

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