Page 55 of Jealous Boss

I can’t hold back. I grab her hips and thrust in deep, pinning her to me as I roar my release, cum jetting from my cock in gushing streams.

“Fuck, baby.Fuck!”

Somehow her mouth finds mine, and we kiss our filthiest kiss yet, devouring each other as our juices gush and mingle, splashing and spilling until it drips off her ass and down my balls.

We’re still kissing, too delirious to break for something as unnecessary as breathing, when I plant one hand on the bed and lower her back onto the pillows. She refuses to let go, and I don’t want her to.

Hell, my dick is wedged deep with no intention of leaving its snug new home.

I resisted fucking Pia because somehow I knew she would be this good. This addictive.

Now I know… and I’m fucking terrified of what this will mean.

For her. For me. For the both of us.

15

Pia

The sheets are warm and rumpled, tangled around our legs like they’re trying to keep us here, exactly like this, where time doesn’t move and nobody expects anything from us except breath and skin and closeness.

I’m still lying on my side, facing him, heart slowly drifting back down from wherever it’s been floating in the clouds.

I can feel my thigh pressed against his, the soft scrape of his stubble as he leans in to kiss my shoulder, and the way his hand doesn’t stop moving.

Just soft, slow strokes over my hip, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me through touch alone.

I can’t believe it actually happened. That I’m not dreaming.

That Ethan finally broke and gave me what I wanted. What we both wanted.

His care, his attention.Mon dieu, that monstrous, delicious cock of his and the pleasure it brought me.

I still feel him, deep inside me even though he’s no longer inside me. But alongside that throbbing, there’s the tiniest ache of missing him, even though he’s right here, next to me.

It’s an ache I’m terrified will only get worse…

“You’re quiet,” he says, voice low, rough from sex and sleep and… something. “Are you okay?”

I blink up at him. The corners of his mouth are lifted just a little, like he’s teasing—but he’s watching me too closely for it to be casual.

I nod, too fast. “Yes. I’m just… thinking.”

“Uh-oh.” He brushes my hair back from my face. “Thinking’s dangerous.”

I huff a soft laugh. “Not as dangerous as what we just did.”

He groans, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Don’t start. I’m barely holding on here, Pia.”

But I know he doesn’t regret it. I know. I can still feel the way his body shook with pleasure. The way he slowed down, and then didn’t, because we both needed it to feel real and raw and like it mattered.

Because it did.

It mattered.

“Do you feel any different?” he murmurs, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes now. “Like you’ve leveled up or something?”

“You’re impossible,” I say with a laugh, burying my face in the pillow.

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