Page 48 of Jealous Boss

“What the fuck, Pia.”

“What?” she gasps.

“Don’t give me that wide-eyed look. What the hell is the meaning of this?” I dangle the panties next to her face, and fuck me, I get the first whiff of her pussy.

“I… I thought you would like it. Don’t you like it, Ethan?” she whispers.

Shit. “I do,” I confess gutturally because sweet heaven, she’s worn me down.

“Then why are you angry with me?”

“Why…” I swallow a snarl. “Because you did this in a room full of men who could’ve smelled your delicious cunt. And I think you know by now what that will do to me, don’t you, Pia?” The very idea makes me see red.

She squirms against the wall. Against my cock, her breath hitching when I push deeper into her. “I think so.”

“Wrong. Youknow, Pia. Tell me what I’ll do if I thought another guy can smell you,” I invite lethally.

“You will… lose your mind?”

“And that’s just for starters,” I snap. “I’ll kill any man who gets to see, touch, or even smells what’s mine.”

She whimpers, but that sparkle burns brighter in her eyes.

Jesus. I’ve created a monster. A beautiful monster who’s going to drown me in that ocean of sexy defiance and innocence I want to swim in until I sink to the bottom.

I’ll die for sure, but I’ll die happily. But not before I make sure no one else gets to experience this unique sensation.

“Tell me you understand,” I insist as I slowly bunch the delicate panties in my fist once more, bring the sticky fabric to my nose, and inhale the most mouthwatering scent known to man. “Fuck. Tell me you’ll never do this again?” I beg.

“I will. If you give me what I want, Ethan. Please?”

And right there, against the wall and beneath her uncle’s name—the name mine will be replaced with if I do the very opposite of what I intend to do—I drop my head and whisper against Pia Hyde’s mouth.

“I’m the lucky bastard you’ve chosen to lick this pretty pink pussy. And because we both know I won’t stop there, also the man who will take this beautiful cherry. So I don’t have a choice, do I?”

She shakes her head. “Je crois que non.”I don’t think so.

I want to snarl at her to speak English. But knowing she only speaks French at the height of her emotions, I bite my tongue and revel in it.

Her eyes drop to my mouth. And it takes every sinew in my body not to take her mouth, not to taste my sweet, naughty Pia for the first time.

But her first time isn’t going to be against a wall in my office.

For one thing, I’ll never get any work done ever again if that happens. And I’ve spent enough time these past couple of weeks staring into the air, dreaming of every which way I can fuck her.

For another, the deep knowledge in her eyes, the notion that she accepted and fully embraced the certainty that this will be happening while I’ve kicked and screamed my way into this, shames me. And I mean to make it up to her by doing this properly.

So I step back from the wall. “Go get your things. We’re going home.”

She lets out a distraught cry, glances around as if questioning why I’m not taking her juicy cherry right here. Where anyone can exit the elevator. Or the security company that patrols the building at night can walk in. “No. I can’t wait… I need… Ethan,please.”

I shove my fingers through my hair. “Come here.” My voice is a mess between a growl and a plea.

She stumbles towards me, her eyes already filling with tears.

“Poor baby. You’re suffering, aren’t you?”

She catches a sob and nods miserably. And bastard that I am, I thrill in it, knowing I’ll be the one to make it better.

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