Page 136 of Bossy Wicked Prince
Nate’s eyes travel from my high heels, up over my knees and my pencil skirt, the pale pink blouse that fits tight against my breasts. It’s the one piece his stylist picked out for me that’s a smidge too small, but I kept it anyway.
Mostly because I love the way Nate’s eyes glaze over when he looks at it.
“Fuck, Cat,” he groans. “If you keep dressing like that, I’m never going to make it to the end of a board meeting. I’ll end them all early just so I can peel your clothes off and kiss every part of your gorgeous body.”
I bite my lip. “That’s not much of an incentive for me to change outfits.”
His gaze darkens as he strides toward me, but I hold up a hand to stop him.
“Wait. You just finished a meeting you’ve been preparing for for weeks. You must be exhausted.” I smile sweetly. “How about I make some decisions for you this time?”
His eyes glow with surprise. “Go ahead, Kitten.”
I beckon him forward and weave my fingers into his dark hair. “Why don’t you start by taking your clothes off?”
He doesn’t hesitate. He starts with his tie, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. His fingers move quickly as he undoes his shirt buttons and cufflinks. I can tell he doesn’t want to sever the connection between us, so I keep stroking his hair and brushing my body against his as he pulls off his jacket and tie. Those end up on the floor next to his tie, and I raise my brows.
“Don’t you want to fold those?”
“No.” His voice is rough as he undoes his pants. “I don’t want to wait any longer than I have to.”
Then he’s naked, his cock standing long and proud in front of him. I lick my lips in anticipation. I’ve watched Nate stay up late the past three nights, fine-tuning the presentation. I even heard him mumbling “profit margins” in his sleep.
He needs some relief, and I love that I get to be the one to give it to him.
Still fully clothed, I sink to my knees in front of him. His hard cock twitches, and I know how pleased he is with the view.
Wrapping my hand around his base, I stroke him gently. His hips jerk involuntarily at my touch, making me feel drunk with power. I haven’t even used my mouth yet, and he’s desperate for me.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of him. Nate strokes my curls with one hand and wraps his other around my neck. He runs his thumb up and down my nape, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re breathtaking,” he mutters. “You’re taking such good care of me.”
His praise makes me practically melt against him. I set my hands against his muscular thighs for support as I open my lips around his tip. Flattening my tongue, I slide my mouth down his shaft slowly. It’s hard to relax my jaw enough to take all of him, but today, I’m determined to do it.
He’s earned it.
Pulling back, I slide down deeper and take in an inch more. The hand stroking my hair tightens now, holding onto my curls for dear life. I can feel Nate’s thighs trembling, and I take even more of his cock down my throat.
I breathe through my nose, and my mind goes quiet as I focus entirely on my movements and Nate’s reactions. I find a slow rhythm that lets me take him a little deeper every time. The muscles in my throat relax as I lose myself in the moment. Nate’s breaths sound ragged and harsh, and loud moans escape his mouth every time he grazes the back of my throat.
“Oh god, Cat,” he groans. “I don’t know how much longer?—”
I sink down all the way, my nose grazing his abs as I take all of him in my mouth. We both freeze. Pride flows through my veins. I love being able to push past my limits and do this for him.
Slowly, I shift my mouth up and down. Saliva gathers in my mouth, soaking him. My fingernails dig into his thighs as I pick up speed. He’s practically shaking now, and I can feel how much he’s relishing this.
He groans, and I can feel the vibrations from it.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” he warns me.
Good.This is all for him—I want to swallow him down. I bob up and down, keeping up the same tempo.
With a roar, Nate roughly pulls my head away from him. I try to break out of his grip and suck him down again, but he’s too strong.
“No,” he commands. “Not yet.”
I whine, and I hear how pathetic it sounds. “But I want to. Let me finish.”
