Page 44 of Bossing My Holiday
“Uh. Is that what you want it to be?”
I nod but contradict myself as I say, “No. Not really. But also kind of yes.” Except I don’t, and I think maybe part of him can tell that since I just kissed him and spread my legs for him to dry hump me.
His eyes dip to my lips and then back up to mine. “Right. Okay. Uh.” Flustered, he runs a hand through his hair and nods as if coming to some conclusion of his own. “That’s a tough one to work with since I don’t want it to be that way. How’s this? No one can know this is fake, so we have to kiss and touch, and I have to make you come at least twice so people believe this thing between us is real and natural.”
“Great. I’m glad we’re on the same page with this.”
“One hundred percent.” His mouth slams back down on mine, not holding back as he devours me.
He groans into the kiss, his tongue tracing my lips before slipping back inside my mouth, teasing and tasting. My hips roll against his, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body and making my legs tremble. His hands roam down my sides to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing gently over my flannel pants.
“How many fucking layers are you wearing?” He tugs on the elastic waist of my pants.
“I was sleeping in a bed with my boss!” I mutter indignantly.
“And you thought eight thousand layers would protect you?”
“Something like that.”
He grins devilishly. “How’d that work out for you?” His eyessearch mine as he rolls his hips once more, the feel of him making me moan.
“Jerk.” I smack his shoulder, and he laughs, dipping down to kiss me again.
“Oh, I’ve been upgraded from asshole to jerk. Nice.” He works on sliding my pajama pants down my hips and over my thighs. “Sweatshirt and whatever else you have on underneath goes next. I need to kill two birds with one stone.”
“What?” I let out a bemused laugh as I finish kicking my pajama pants off and he works on my sweatshirt, long-sleeve shirt, and camisole. It’s like I can breathe again, my skin sighing at the breath of cool against it.
He climbs up to his knees, the blanket on his back, as he stares down at me, taking in every line of my chest and stomach down to the triangle covering my pussy. I would feel self-conscious that my boss is so brazenly staring at me all but naked, but I’m too busy returning the favor, raking over every hard ridge and plane of his toned, golden skin.
He licks his lips and slides his hand up my stomach until he’s cupping my breast, his eyes glued to the motion. “Fuck, my girlfriend is sexy as hell. Like crazy, sexy hot.”
“Tristan, focus. What did you mean by two birds and one stone?”
He shakes his head as if focusing is impossible. “Two birds. One stone. And by stone, I might be talking about my dick here, because Christ, you make me hard, but I’ve never made a girl come in my childhood bed, and that’s always been a fantasy of mine. And the bird, I suppose, in this scenario, is you, since you’re the girl I’m about to make come.”
“What about your parents?” I half-tease since they’re in a separate apartment upstairs.
His mouth dips and sucks my nipple straight into his mouth, making my back arch. “They’re late sleepers. Always have been.Just don’t get too loud because our apartments weren’t soundproofed the way the rest of the hotel was. I have no idea how much sound will travel through the ceilings and floors.” He pulls back and smirks. “But if my mother hears, well, it’s her fault for letting me sleep in here with you.” His tongue swirls around the stiff peak. “Damn, you taste good,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and sultry as he continues to suck and nibble. “Your skin is like sugar. I have to taste all of you, Waverly. Is that what Brax did? Did he taste your sweet cunt?”
Jesus. I can’t even with that.
He licks me, pressing my tits together and pushing them up for his mouth to ravage. All the while he grinds into me, rolling his hips and rubbing the hard ridge of his cock through my spread legs, the only things separating us are my thong and his boxer briefs. I swear I could come just from this, but he has better ideas as he slowly starts to slide down my body, his mouth creating a path with one destination in mind.
My eyes pinch tight, and I suck in a breath.
“It is, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’re shy,” he chuckles as he reaches my pussy and takes a deep inhale of me over my thong. He groans, and I think I just died. My face is a fireball. He justsmelledme. Andgroanedfrom it! It’s what Braxton did, and this is just…
“Yes. He did. He did this.”
“Good. Did you like it?”
Oh my god? How can he ask me that? How are these two men like this?
He smacks my clit over my panties. “Tell me.”
“Yes. I liked it. You know I did. You heard me come.”
He grins against my inner thigh. “I did. And I came so fucking hard from it.”
