Page 108 of The Boss Situation

My hands cup her face as I claim her mouth deeply, possessively. “You’re sure?”

“Ichoseyou, Asher. I told The Wolf to go get fucked for you.” She clings to me, her body warm, surrendering completely.

I rub my nose against hers, laughing. “You’re so damn stubborn.”

“You love it,” she whispers.

“I do. In the worst possible way,” I admit, my mouth crashing onto hers.

The storm rages outside, the kind that makes the world feel like it’s ending. Thunder cracks like a whip, like it’s desperate to break in. The electricity’s been out for half an hour. The fire illuminates Billie’s face like a fucking masterpiece, painted in shadows and desperation.

An undeniable tension hangs between us. It’s thick and electric, just like the air is right before a lightning strike. Billie sits beside me, her legs folded under her, her eyes locked on mine, like she’s daring me to make a move.

Her hair’s messy, and I think it’s the first time I’ve seen it out of place since we were adults. Her lips—fuck, her plump lips—are swollen from the random kisses I’ve stolen from her. I can see the pulse in her neck, quick and erratic, and I want to put my mouth there, to feel it jump under my tongue.

“Asher,” she says, desperately like she’s been screaming, crying, or both. “What in the fuck are you waiting for?”

“I don’t want to forget or rush this,” I admit, reaching for her.

My fingers trail against the bare skin of her arm, and she shivers—not from the cool draft in the big house. Her eyes flutter closed for a second, and when they open again, they’re darker, hungrier. I lean toward her, closing the space between us, and her breath hitches against my cheek. I can smell her—sugar and salt and something else, something fucking intoxicating that makes my cock twitch.

I kiss her like I’ve been waiting for this, for her, my whole damn life.

I have.

Her lips part under mine, and I plunge my tongue into hermouth, tasting her, claiming her. She releases throaty moans. Her hands fist in my shirt, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us. I can feel every curve of her body pressed against mine as she climbs onto my lap and straddles me.

It’s still not enough.

I need more. I needallof her.

I break the kiss long enough to carefully pull her shirt over her head. She gasps as goose bumps trail over her bare skin. Her tits are perfect—full and soft, with nipples already hard and begging for my mouth. I don’t hesitate. I take one, sucking hard, and she arches into me with a whimper, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I flick my tongue over her peak, teasing it, and she whispers my name like a prayer.

“Asher,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “Feels so good.”

I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, and her hips jerk against me, searching for friction. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy through her pants, and I groan against her skin, my cock so fucking hard that it hurts. I slide my hand down her body, over the curve of her hip, and she gasps when I reach the button of her pants.

“Is this what you want?” I growl, my fingers pausing.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice full of need. “God, yes.”

I undo the button and pull down the zipper; my heart pounds rapidly.

I shimmy her pants down her legs, and she stands to kicks them off impatiently. I leave her in nothing but a pair of black lace panties that are soaked through. I can smell her arousal and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to bury my face between her legs right fucking now as she stands before me.

Instead, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down slowly, revealing her slick, delicate pussy. She’s beautiful—swollen and wet, her clit hard and begging for attention. I press a finger against her entrance, and she moans, lifting her hips into my hand.

She whimpers, “Please don’t tease me.”

I slide one finger inside her, and she’s so fucking tight, so wet; it’s all I can do not to come in my pants. I move my finger in and out of her slowly, watching her face as she takes me. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her lips part in silent pleasure. I add a second finger, stretching her, and she cries out.

“More,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need more of you.”

Fuck, I want to give her everything, but not yet.

I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth, tasting her. “Mmm. I’ve missed that.”

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