Page 78 of #Bossholes

Goddamn. If she keeps calling me Mr. Ellis in that sweet voice of hers I’m going to embarrass myself. As it is, I can’t hold myself back any longer, but luckily for the both of us, I don’t have to.

My hands slip around her waist, tightening around her curves, and I yank her against me. My mouth collides with hers in an explosive frenzy of tongue, teeth, and desperation. This kiss is wild, hungry. I kiss her like a man who’s been damned for all eternity, and she’s my only chance at salvation.

My restraint shatters like glass, my control long gone.

I walk us backward, spinning her around the instant we get to my desk and sit her right on top of the notes I’d been taking. Didn’t need them anyway.

With a groan, I take a step back, putting a hand on her stomach and pushing her back. “Lie back, dove. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, and I intend to make sure you come twice before then.”

She’s eager to obey, the papers crinkling underneath her as she lays back. I’m pretty sure my stapler and several pens fall to the ground, but I couldn’t give a fuck. Not when my hands are running up her thighs and shoving her skirt around her hips.

The only thing covering her cunt is a small piece of black lace, but it doesn’t last long. Not when I fucking rip it apart with my bare hands like an animal.

“Those were my favorite pair.” She lets out a discontented hum in the back of her throat, one that turns into a whimper as I run a finger along her slit.

She’s dripping for me, and I can’t wait to make a mess of us both.

“I’ll buy you all the lingerie you want.” I loosen my tie and unbutton the top two buttons of my dress shirt. “I’ll buy you a whole fucking store.”

She opens her mouth, I’m sure to protest, but instead lets out a strangled moan as I slide two fingers inside her. Fuck me. She feels better than I imagined.

Her back arches off my desk, she pushes against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her, and I snap. The tiny shred of control I had is gone, lost somewhere between her thick thighs.

I suck her clit into my mouth, and I’m not gentle, lashing it with my tongue, raking it with my teeth, anything to hear her cries. I fuck her faster with long, deep strokes, pressing against her g-spot with every pass. I’m relentless, merciless, with only one goal.

I want to make sure she screams my name. Not Maverick’s. Not my brother’s.

Mine.

Her legs are quivering, her thighs tightening around my head. Her arms thrash around her head before she grabs onto the other side of my desk. More things fall to the floor, and I don’t care. I don’t stop. I don’t let up.

I only work her faster. Harder.

“Brantley. Oh, God.” She releases a loud cry, her pussy quivering, tightening around my fingers like a vice grip.

I suck her clit into my mouth and bite down, driving my fingers into her as her entire body spasms. My name comes out a garbled mess along with several curse words as her orgasm slams into her.

Her entire body bows off my desk, and a rush of fluid gushes around my fingers, spraying my dress shirt, my tie. Holy fuck. Did she just?—?

“Oh, God.Oh, God.”She sits up and pushes me away, her eyes wide as she peers down at me. “Did I…did I pee on you?”

“No, dove.” I chuckle, licking my fingers one by one, savoring the taste of her. “You squirted.”

I figured she’d be intrigued, maybe even proud of herself, but she still looks downright horrified. “I didn’t know I could do that,” she whispers, trying to close her thighs, but I wedge myself between them. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Your shirt is soaked. You’re not mad?”

“Do I look mad?” I unzip my pants and pull out my rock-hard cock—I’m not kidding, this thing could cut diamonds. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh.” But she’s not paying attention to anything coming out of my mouth; her gaze is fixed on my dick, so I stroke a hand down my length and let out a small groan.

“Is your greedy pussy ready for more?”

She nods, wraps her legs around my waist, and gives my tie a small tug.

I reach for my wallet to grab a condom, but she stops me. “I’m on the pill, and I’ve never…”

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