Page 71 of The Boss Problem

Chloe should be free to date whoever she wanted. Especially since I was too busy and overwhelmed to have the emotions required for a relationship.

I took my hand and placed my fingers on her barely covered breasts. Her nipples responded to my touch as I ran my fingers over her bra.

I swiped my tongue over my lips as I said, “I’m going to suggest you stop trying to get over me.”

“So, we give in, just this once?”

“And get it out of our systems,” I said, my voice husky.

“And after tonight, we’ll never do this again,” she said as she tugged my boxers off and released my cock.

God, when I’d heard her unravel at the restaurant, I knew I wanted to hear her come again and again. If tonight was our only night together, I’d better make it memorable.

She ran her hands over my length, feeling the smooth skin, and sighed. She made me feel so good; it was more than I could handle. I pushed her back down on the mattress, and dipping myhead, I traced her nipple through her bra. Her bra was damp in a minute while she tried to keep her grip on my cock and failed.

“We have to get rid of this,” I said, reaching for the straps of her lace bra and pulling them down.

Her plump breasts slid free. My tongue swirled around one of her nipples, gently nipping her rosy tit while she groaned with pleasure. Arching her back, she ran her hands over the back of my head and pulled me in closer, a delicious whimper escaping her.

“Sean,” she pleaded in between ragged breaths.

My fingers roamed her waist, desperate to touch more of her and finding only the soft cloth of her skirt.

“Get this damn thing off,” I demanded.

She got off the bed and stood up as she reached for the zipper on her skirt. I sat up, watching her in the moonlight that streamed in through the windows. In a second, her skirt and her bra were off, leaving her in her thong.

“Something’s off about this picture.” I grinned, swinging my legs off the bed, but staying seated on the edge of the mattress as I pulled her to me. I ran my hands over her thighs, stroking her inner thigh, and getting tantalizingly closer to her core, but holding off.

“Sean, don’t tease,” she muttered, a warning note in her voice as she put her hands on my shoulders.

“Are you reprimanding your boss?” I asked, turning her to the side and spanking her gently on her bottom.

She bit her lip and looked at me, considering the spank. I’d bet she had never had it done to her before.

“Do it again,” she demanded in a whisper.

“Hmm, bossy, are we?” I asked.

“I learned it from someone,” she added with a cheeky grin, turning around and letting me feel the smooth and soft butt cheek.

I ran my fingers around her bum, and then I brought my hand down with a sudden smack.

She gasped and stifled it as I rubbed her sore spot instantly.

“How was that?”

“I’m still trying to decide,” she muttered.

I chuckled, reaching for her panties. I ran the tips of my fingers up and down the length of her thighs as I fought the desire to get inside her.

There will be time for that soon, I reminded myself when I reached her gentle folds underneath her panties.

Moving the underwear aside, I pushed her wet folds apart, marveling at how ready she was and mentally talking myself out of the desire to push my cock in her.

She pulled me closer, her hands around my neck. “Henry could be back anytime. Let’s hurry.”

My gaze met hers. “Chloe, I need to take care of you first.”

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