Page 31 of The Boss

The elevator dinged, and a moment later, the doors opened directly into the penthouse. He slid one hand up to cup my breast over my dress, giving it a gentle squeeze before releasing me.

“Would you like a glass of wine?”

That hadn’t been what I’d expected.

“I figured you might want a glass to relax.” He caught my hand and laced his fingers between mine. As my eyes met his, he lifted our hands and kissed my knuckles. “Unless there’s another way you’d prefer to relax.”

“I’m not really much of a wine drinker.” My voice was faint.

“All right.” He held my gaze for a moment. “Take your hair down.”

I hadn’t expected that to be his response to my comment. Or for him to give me what amounted to a command. Because it didn’t sound like he was simply telling me what hewantedme to do, but rather what Ineededto do.

I reached up and pulled out the hairpins, setting them down on the first surface I could find, not even bothering to see what I was using. When my braid came down, it reached halfway down my back.

“All the way down.”

I pulled out the hair tie and then quickly unbraided it, relieved as the weight eased off my scalp. I ran my fingers through the waves, then dropped my hands, waiting for what came next.

He reached out, trailing a lock between his fingers before releasing it to run his fingers down my arm. Liquid fire blazed a trail down after them, and I waited for him to unzip my dress. He didn’t, though. Instead, he took a step back, like he was still trying to figure out what he wanted me to do next.

I tried not to fidget, but there was nothing I could do about the color rushing to my face. I didn’t let people walk all over me, which made it difficult for most people to accept that I was actually quite shy. Especially when it came to being the center of attention. I was much better at being behind the scenes than I was having eyes on me.

Particularly when those eyes belonged to someone like Nate.

“Give me your panties.”

My face went hot, but I moved to obey. I stepped out of my shoes, knowing I’d never manage to get my underwear off if I tried to do it over my heels, not while I was standing anyway. I reached under my dress, not quite confident enough to take off the dress first. I also got the impression that Nate wanted to dictate what I took off when. Once I got them off, I held them out, and he took them, setting them on the same table where I’d put my hair pins.

“Go sit.”

Thanks to the open floor plan, I could see straight from where I was just inside the door all the way to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. Between it and me were several pieces of furniture, including an expensive-looking couch and matching recliners. I chose the couch, not knowing if he wanted to sit next to me or not.

When he went to his knees in front of me, it took me a moment to realize what he was going to do, which just went to confirm how completely scattered my mind was. I had, after all, been raised by a lesbian who handled the issue of sex and sexuality with a no-nonsense, open approach.

Without another word, Nate pushed my skirt up and pulled my legs over his broad shoulders. I slid down until he was palming both cheeks of my naked ass, and I had a moment to think of how Mom would’ve yelled at my poor posture before he was lifting my lower half and all of my attention shifted.

“Hold on to the back of the couch.”

I reached up and gripped as best I could, every inch of me buzzing with anticipation at what would come next. It became something more as his tongue swiped over my skin. I closed my eyes and let my pulse gallop, my body sing. His mouth moved in now-familiar ways in an unfamiliar place, sending tendrils of hot pleasure snaking through my body until my cells purred with pleasure.

The muscles in my legs began to tremble as the pressure inside me built, and I smacked my hands against the top of the couch, needing to do something with them but not knowing what to do. I was vaguely aware of the noises I was making but couldn’t find it in me to be self-conscious. Not with his mouth on such an intimate place.

My back arched as an orgasm slammed into me. I cursed, body attempting to twist but held in place with strong hands as lips and tongue continued drawing out my climax until I couldn’t take it anymore.

Nate eased me down onto the couch, my heart hammering against my ribs, little aftershocks of pleasure zinging up and down my nerves. I’d made myself come before, and the orgasm he had given me earlier had been amazing, but this…wow.

He ran his hands up and down my thighs until I finally managed to open my eyes and look up at him. The smug expression on his face didn’t annoy me as much as I would’ve thought. The man had serious skills. Not that I really had anything to judge by, but I felt fairly confident in my opinion since he’d managed to give me two orgasms and we hadn’t even gotten to sex yet. Then again, maybe he did that because he wasn’t any good at actual sex, though I doubted that was the case. No matter how much I tried to avoid gossip, certain things were hard to ignore.

“I’m trying to decide the best way to fuck you.” His conversational tone struck me as strange considering his lips and chin were wet, and one of his fingers was moving up and down my slit, but I wasn’t about to complain. “I could put you on your knees and take you from behind right here.”

I felt like there was something I needed to say before we got that far, but my brain wasn’t exactly working at the highest levels.

“Or I could sit down and watch you ride me.” His gaze dropped to my breasts. “I’d love to watch those tits bounce.”

I gasped as he slid his index finger inside me, my hand shooting out to grab his forearm. My eyes went wide as his gaze snapped back to mine.

Shit. Now, I remembered.

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