Page 107 of The Boss Problem

I put my face in the crook of his neck, trying to contain my trembling body.

He was handsome, lying on top of me. I could feel the hard planes on his stomach under his shirt and ran my hands over his firm biceps as he placed them on either side of my head. He was, quite simply, perfection from head to toe. I wanted him to be mine and mine alone. I wanted to worship every inch of his body, not just tonight, but forever.

He pressed his forehead against mine. “I can’t wait any longer, Chloe,” he said, unaware of what had been going through my mind.

I focused on my breath as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I heard the rip of foil as he slipped a condom on before he came back to bed with me.

He placed his body on mine, pinning me down, his lips deliciously close to my ear. He breathed deeply, his lips dipping to nuzzle my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down to my toes.

“I want you, Chloe,” he breathed out.

I’ve wanted you since I met you at the café, I thought, but I only said, “Ineedyou, Sean.”

He guided his length to my entrance, and I spread my legs, feeling more aroused than ever. I’d never been trembling with desire for Bruce, but I definitely was for Sean.

When Sean, hard and firm, slid in, stretching me from the inside, I bit back a strangled whimper. He moved in slow, intense strokes, his breath ragged as he buried himself to the hilt.

“God,” he muttered now that he was fully in me, “you feel really good, Chloe.”

I lifted my legs to wrap around his back, pulling him more deeply into me, and he groaned, closing his eyes at the feeling. I needed more, and Sean didn’t make me wait.

“You’re every bit as delicious as I imagined you to be,” he said with a thick thrust.

I closed my eyes as the sensations rolled over me. I felt pleasure and a little pain with every hard plunge.

“You’re every bit as perfect as my dreams painted you to be,” he said, driving deeper this time.

I moaned when he moved, his angle reaching a tender spot in me.

I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a hot, fervent kiss. “You dreamed of me?” I asked as he pumped into me. Again and again.

Sex with Sean was way different from what I’d had with Bruce. Sean looked me in the eye while making love to me, and I loved it.

“Every. Fucking. Night,” he grunted out, punctuating each word with a thrust. His hungry lips were on mine again. “I’ve dreamed of making love to you more times than I could count. I’ve jerked off to you in the shower each morning more timesthat I cared for. Every day I came into work and hated that I was hard for you again. You drove me insane every day, and tonight …”

I lifted my hips as he sped up. His voice was deliciously hoarse, and I writhed as I waited for him to release my pent-up passion. With Bruce, more often than not, I’d never orgasm. With Sean, he’d made me orgasm two times in twenty minutes.

“Now, it’s my turn to drive you insane.”

47

SEAN

When we lay back down on the bed, naked and spent, Chloe turned to me.

She was flushed, breathless, and beautiful. I smelled her everywhere, inhaling her intoxicating scent. A totally new sense of longing overtook me. To bury myself in her again.

Chloe rested her head on my shoulder in a simple, trusting movement, and I immediately pulled her closer.

No woman’s trust had ever meant as much to me as Chloe’s.

She was the first woman I truly cared about. The only woman whose opinions—of me and my choices—mattered.

With every other woman I’d been with, I couldn’t care less about what they thought of me.

But Chloe had changed my hard heart, softened me, and brought all my walls down.

For the past few years, I’d been fooling around, dabbling in one-night stands and flings. With Chloe, I was in danger of losing my heart.

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