Page 100 of The Boss Problem

“No matter how much of you I get, it’s never enough.”

I wanted to stay here forever, knowing the power I had to make him feel pleasure. I held on to him.

“You feel so good,” I sighed as his growing erection rubbed my clit just right.

I was just at the edge, and I couldn’t stop.

“The windows are tinted,” he reminded me as he helped me take my pleasure.

He pulled the right sleeve of my dress down, exposing my bra. He popped my breast out from the bra, sucking my nipple into his mouth as I ground faster. My breathing turned quick and uneven, and a minute later, I came, calling out Sean’s name plainly for all to hear.

When I floated back down from my orgasm, I gazed at Sean. He was wearing a proud smile that told me he’d gotten exactly what he wanted.

I fell on him, feeling like my limbs had turned to jelly. “I can’t walk,” I sighed as he fixed the bra and the sleeve of my dress back in place. “That was so amazing that I’m pretty sure I can’t walk for a while.”

“Well then, I’ll carry you in,” he said, and that was exactly what he did.

He got out of the car and helped me out, and my world literally turned upside down as he flipped me over onto his shoulder without a warning.

“Sean,” I said, affronted and mortified as I tried to beat at his back with my fists. I might have swatted at a nonexistent fly for all the difference it made.

The valets on the sidewalk broke into grins while Chris’s face remained expressionless as he shut the door behind us.

Does he disapprove, or is he just used to Sean’s wild behavior?

Unbothered by any of this, Sean walked into the restaurant.

He’s really doing this, isn’t he?

Heads turned as we entered the restaurant, and the distance between us and the doors increased as Sean strode over to the host.

The person was speechless for a second, apparently, because it took them a moment to answer him while I used that time to gaze at Sean’s firm backside.

“I know you said no man could ever look at me twice. I guess you didn’t consider them taking second looks at my ass?”

He surveyed the restaurant. “No man can look at any part of you,” he said decisively.

I swiveled my head to see who else was enjoying this spectacle of me upside down. Sure enough, the few people who dared to gaze in our direction quickly turned away when they encountered Sean’s scowl.

I grinned. Being with my grumpy, arrogant boss did have its benefits.

We were led to a secluded spot at the back, and when Sean set me down, I sighed.

“This place is beautiful, Sean,” I said, taking a seat across from him.

I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. I hated seeing the nice things life could offer. Because it meant there was so much I was missing out on. Crumbling sidewalks and broken appliances were all I was familiar with back home.

We ordered drinks—a mint mojito for me and an old-fashioned for Sean—and the waitress left after telling us about the specials, the names of which I couldn’t ever pronounce again.

I was so out of my element here.

“Tell me about Henry,” Sean said, his gaze cool as he looked at me.

For the next ten minutes, we talked over our drinks, and laughter came easily while I described the hilarious tricks that Henry still played on me on cheerier days.

My nerves eased, and I smiled more genuinely when the waitress arrived to take our order. I didn’t care what I ate, so I just told her to choose her favorite meal for me, and she brightened up at that.

“You’re adventurous,” she said, taking the menu cards back from us. “Don’t worry; I’ll surprise you,” she told me and left.

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