Page 29 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
She giggled. “And what do you suppose we’re going to be doing in a bathroom, Mr. Cataline.”
I turned around just outside of the restaurant and wrapped my arm around her waist. I growled softly, listening as she squealed. She placed her hands against my chest as I captured her lips, kissing her with as much passion as I had the first night we had spent together.
Then, after coming up for air, I nuzzled my nose against hers. “Why don’t you follow me and figure it out for yourself, Miss Popovich?”
And she sure as hell didn’t have to be asked twice then.
10
Leslie
Ihad no idea what the hell possessed me to play along with his little game, but something about the way he devoured me with his eyes made him even more enticing. He was a tried-and-true asshat at times, but there was a softer side to him that simply needed a little bit of coaxing to come out of that rugged shell—and maybe a bit of lube only I could provide in the process.
Trey led me through the restaurant and down a darkened hallway that seemed to have an abandoned set of bathrooms. He tugged me into the women’s restroom and pressed me against the wall, gazing into my eyes as he flipped the lock to close us in.
“Trey,” I said breathlessly.
His hand cupped my cheek. “Tell me ‘no,’ and it goes no further.”
But, I couldn’t utter the word.
His hands gripped my waist, and he hoisted me against the wall. One of my heels slipped off, shivering me to my core as my legs mindlessly wrapped around him. I watched his eyes as they danced over my body. My face. My curves. And when his hand slid around my throat, I gasped as his thumb trailed slowly up my pulse point.
“Such a beautiful woman,” he murmured.
My cheeks tinted at his words. “Been a while since I’ve heard something like that.”
His eyes snapped to mine. “Well, it’s true, and don’t you ever let someone say differently.”
His words filled me with delight, but his kiss filled me with need. I slid my arms around his neck as he fiddled with his belt buckle, shoving his pants down his legs. The idea of feeling him fill me again dampened my panties. Our tongues moved together in salacious bliss as his palms rolled my skirt right over my fucking thighs.
And when I felt him pull my panties off to the side, I gasped as he entered me.
Inch, by thickened inch.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
He sucked on my lower lip and growled. “So wet for me, holy shit.”
My jaw quivered. “Now. I need you now, please.”
His hand wrapped around my neck once more. “My pleasure, gorgeous.”
He pulled his hips back and jerked them close, filling me to the brim as I went to cry out his name. But, before I could get the sound out, his hand moved from my neck to my mouth. He clamped it against my lips, causing me to cry out and mumble against his palm. And with every stroke of his cock, I felt myself falling deeper into his endless abyss.
“Oh. Yes. Trey, good God. Please, don’t stop. Holy fuck, you feel fantastic.”
He swallowed his growls as his eyes studied me. I felt mine roll into the back of my head as his tightly wound curls caressed my protruding clit. Never in my life had a man filled me like this before. Never had I felt so enamored and so flushed with pleasure and anticipation. I didn’t care if anyone found us. I didn’t care if they judged me for fucking my hot-ass boss. I wanted Trey, and it was clear that he wanted me.
All of me.
Every curve, dip, and crevice of my body.
“I’m so close,” he growled.
I bucked ravenously against him as my legs trembled. My muscles contracted and released, pulling me closer to the edge as his hips began to stutter. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the space around us, and soon the abandoned bathroom smelled like our debauchery.
And when his hips finally stilled, his dick stroked against that beautifully pebbled spot deep within my body, pulling me over the edge as I collapsed against him.
