Page 63 of The Boss Problem

“Do you want me to touch you?” Sean asked, his fingers pushing my panties aside until he found my wet folds.

My skirt was bunched up at my hips, and I nodded, biting down on my lip.

I was so desperate for him; it was crazy. I leaned back against the chair, spreading my legs on either side of the seat.

“I want you to take me,” I said. “To possess me.”

His mouth was tight as he slipped one finger in and then the next deep into me, holding my gaze in his. My mouth fell open, and I spread even wider.

“Good girl,” he said, his voice rough as he slowly penetrated me with his fingers.

I almost threw my head back as my back arched, wishing I could have him touch me in more places. His fingers felt so good that I slowly ground in place while his fingers fucked me. In the distance, I heard a spoon clatter to the floor and the gentle hum of other patrons’ conversations while Sean worked my pussy. The heels of my shoes pressed against the floor as I angled myself so that his fingers touched mejust there.

My head was spinning with desire, and I wished I could have his cock in me instead of his fingers as he pushed me closer and closer to climax.

“You’re beautiful,” Sean said, his jaw tight as he pressed the heel of his hand on my clit.

The pressure nearly undid me. And when he circled the heel on my clit, I came undone.

My climax hit me like a truck, a small cry wrenching from my lips before I clamped my hand over my mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled off me. I slumped back in my chair, feeling delirious and happy.

To my utter surprise, when Sean pulled his fingers out, he licked them, keeping his eyes on me. I felt a thrill at knowing he knew what I tasted like.

But more than anything else, Sean’s gaze shocked me. He looked wild. He looked like once he’d gotten a taste of me, he was never letting go.

A cough interrupted us, and I turned to see the server who had walked up to our table with a large tray of food. He was looking at us with a bemused expression, as though he’d tried getting our attention before and failed miserably.

“May I place your food on the table?” he asked.

I nodded, removing my hands from the table while Sean looked away. It was one of my clues that he was taken aback with his emotions, like I was.

Had the server seen anything? My face burned while I considered it, but it was impossible. Sean seemed to guess what I was thinking because he shook his head, as though answering my unasked question.

When the server left, I pulled my skirt back down from where it was bunched up around my hips. “That was close,” I said, but Sean shook his head.

“No one will see you in a compromising situation unless I permit it,” he said, cockiness dripping from him like an arrogant devil. “And I will never allow it.”

“You are crazy,” I repeated, reaching for my salad.

But he was right. Things had a way of cropping up around Sean only if he wanted them to. Troubles disappeared when he decided he was done with them.

“You make me crazy,” he corrected, his voice dropping low, and my pulse quickened.

I exhaled. I wasn’t used to trusting the men around me to take control, but I was starting to realize that I could trust Sean.

“Do you come here often, Sean?”

Sean took a sip of his wine before he placed the glass down.

“I end up having a lot of business dinners here, but not dates,” he said with a smile. “This is a first.”

My cheeks flamed at his allusion to this being a date, but I knew better than to fall for that. This night was a one-off thing. We could never be a couple.

“Is it the first time you’ve taken another man’s date, too, or are you a serial date snatcher?”

He grinned, eyes lifting a little. “If you go out with Will again, I might end up being a serial date snatcher.”

I affected a groan as I reached for my napkin, spreading it over my legs. “I’m curious to know whoyouthink would pass the worthy-of-me date test then?”

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