Page 50 of Jealous Boss

Holy fuck, it’s sosogood to finally admit that.

Come what may—and I know there’s a monumental shit storm headed our way for what we do here tonight—Pia Is Mine.

Her eager nodding tells me I’ve said that last bit aloud.

Don’t care.

I wrap my tongue around hers, then nip the end of it with my teeth in a dirty play that has her whimpering some more.

God, the sounds she makes.

It’s like an erotic symphony made for my ears alone.

When the crescendo of kissing and arousal surges to dangerous levels, I raise my head.

She looks beautifully dazed and turned on, barely registering when I walk her back until her knees touch the end of my king-sized bed.

I drop more kisses on her reddened mouth as I lower her to sit. And step back. Shrug out of my jacket and yank off my tie.

I toss them away, not caring where they land because she’s following my every move with eager, lust filled eyes.

When was the last time I bothered to notice how a woman looked at me before we got down to sex? Not in recent memory.

But Pia’s eyes on me feels like a thousand kisses all at once, anointing my skin. And the more I bare, the more she pants for me.

Fuck, that look is like a drug and I know I’m fucking addicted. She mutters something unintelligible in French when my shirt comes off. I smirk. “Like what you see,petit bébé?”

“Beaucoup,” she gushes.

The roar in my ears intensifies.

My shirt flies off, but I hesitate before reaching for my belt. I don’t want to take her like a damned animal the first time. And I promised to lick her sweet pussy.

I twirl my finger. “Turn around, Pia. Hands and knees on the bed.”

Her eyes grow wide, then they drop to the steel rod pushing against my fly.

“But—”

“No buts. Do you trust me to give you what you need?”

She swallows. Nods.

“Good girl. Then we do this my way, agreed?”

She nods again, then immediately reverses position.

I bite back a curse at the sight of her ass pushing against her pencil skirt. Her lush hips tapering to her tiny waist. The trust in her position as she waits, head low, body quivering.

I can’t help it. I raise a hand and smack her ass, watch the tight bounce.

“Oh!”

I smack the twin cheek as I reach for her zipper, slowly lowering it as I delivered more smacks, one cheek after another.

It’s not as hard as last time but it’s enough to draw a gasp with each hit. I have no doubt she’s getting wetter and I can’t wait to drink down all that goodness.

Her zipper slowly parts, ending where the top crack of her ass begins. Sliding my hands into the gap I slowly shimmy the skirt over her hips, down her thighs until it drops to her bent knees.

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