Page 72 of The Boss Problem

She bit her lower lip. “Me?”

I found her instantly more attractive just then, and I pulled her down back on the bed, on top of me as I kissed her soft lips, parting them to plunge my tongue in.

“Yes,” I said in between kisses. “Haven’t you had a guy take care of you first?” I muttered, and she shook her head ever so slightly.

I shifted, so that she was on the bed and under me before I brought my finger to her sex. Circling her bud, I built up the kiss while her breaths came in quicker, ragged.

“With Bruce,” she gasped, “It was always missionary and nothing else.”

I shook my head. “What a selfish asshole,” I muttered as I circled my thumb faster while she whimpered, her eyes cloudy.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I added, sliding a finger inside her folds. “Your hair, your body, your smile—you look likea gorgeous queen, Chloe, and you deserve to be treated like one,” I said.

She arched her back, and I reached for her breast, her nipple now a hard peak. I bit down on it just as I added another finger in her, driving them deeper than I ever had before. She twisted her fingers in my hair, panting with need, and began to move on my hand. She parted her legs even wider, and I knew she was close.

“Only when your pleasure is taken care of will I think about mine, Chloe. And when I do, I want to be inside you, to fuck you until you’re screaming my name louder than anything else, and I—only I—will be the one who gets to touch you. Not Will, not anyone else—do you understand?” I demanded.

She drew back from the fast-approaching climax to open her eyes and meet my gaze, her lips parted. She nodded faintly.

“Go,” I muttered, pressing my thumb down on her swollen clit and driving my fingers deeper and deeper with every plunge. “I want to feel you come, Chloe. I’ll take care of you.”

I began to suck deeper, pulling at her tit harder while she rode my hand. Pretty soon, she was trembling, calling out my name as she became limp in my arms.

“Oh, Sean,” she muttered weakly in the silence with her eyes closed while I grinned.

Pushing a strand of hair off her face, I asked, “Yes, beautiful?”

She opened her eyes instantly at that word, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks. She lifted a hand and cupped the side of my face.

“Yes, that’s my name for you,” I said.

“Why are we bothering with pet names if this is just a onetime thing?” she asked.

“Because you’re far too good for me to be satisfied with just one time. You’re the kind of woman a man would want again andagain with the intensity of a person craving water in a desert. Until he becomes a slave to you. The kind of woman any sensible guy would stay away from.

“And luckily for you,” I continued, trailing kisses on her face, her neck, “I left my senses back at the restaurant we dined at.” I planted a kiss in the dip between her breasts.

She laughed, propping herself up on her elbow as she turned to me sideways. “Well, we aren’t done yet,” she said as she reached for my cock.

It jerked at the touch, and I groaned. Oh, how I’d been craving her touch. She pushed me gently back on the bed and straddled my knees, her hand firm around my hard length.

“Let me—” she began when her expression changed. She froze and looked out the window, where I only saw the inky-black sky. “Did you hear that?” she asked, getting off me.

I felt frustration at the loss of her warmth on me and began shaking my head when I heard it too. Someone was jiggling a key in the apartment’s door.

Chloe turned to me, eyes wide. “Henry’s back.”

I helped her off the bed, and we stood up, finding our clothes scattered at various spots around the bed. She got her panties and skirt on, and I found the bra and the blouse.

“Let me,” I said as she reached for them.

She looked surprised and nodded, turning with her back to me. The bedroom door was closed, and I heard someone in the living room while I slipped her bra straps through her arms. Resisting the urge to fondle her heavy breasts, I clipped the hooks on the back and helped her put her blouse back on. When she looked up, her cheeks were crimson, and her expression was flushed.

“Thank you,” she muttered, and I nodded.

An odd sound came from the kitchen, the sound of a crash, and Chloe looked surprised.

“Go,” I said. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

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