Page 137 of Bossy Wicked Prince
“I know, Kitten.”
He yanks me up to my feet, his hands moving to my waist to steady me. He kisses me so forcefully, it practically knocks me back. His lips and tongue are demanding and possessive,claiming. “But right now, I need to be inside you. I spent half the meeting fantasizing about fucking you on this table, and I’m going to lose my mind if I hold myself back another second.”
My cheeks heat. He seemed so powerful and collected when he was presenting. It’s hard to believe I was distracting him the whole time, but then again, Nate has always been good at hiding his true thoughts.
I thought that once Nate and I were together, some of the passion would cool off. That seemed to be how relationships work—eventually, being able to fuck your boyfriend senseless becomes routine.
It hasn’t happened for us. We’re still as ravenous for each other as we were back in that New York hotel room. Hell, we might even be worse now than he was then.
Nate spins me around so I’m pressed against the giant conference table. He reaches around me to undo the buttons on my blouse, kissing my neck as he does.
“Color?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“Pink,” I gasp.
“Good girl,” he murmurs when the last button yields. “Brilliant girl…” as I arch into him. “Mine,” a growl just before he steals a whimper from my lips with a toe-curling kiss.
My skirt gets unzipped next. “I can’t believe you wore a goddamn pencil skirt,” he mutters. “It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
I can’t resist wiggling my ass against his cock. Only the thin fabric of my panties separates us.
“You’re the one with the sexy secretary fantasy,” I tease with a coy look. “I’m just trying to be brilliant for you. Isn’t that what you want?”
Nate puts his hands between my shoulder blades, pressing me so I’m face-down on the table. I have to get on my tiptoes to keep my balance. He yanks my underwear down to my knees, and the cool air against my damp core makes me shiver.
“You always give me what I want, Kitten.”
He drags his fingers over my wet folds, making me gasp for breath. He repeats the motion and curses under his breath.
“Is all this just from sucking my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Mmmm. Now tell me what you want.”
“I…”
Nate circles my clit with his thumb and a jolt of electric pleasure rockets through my body.
I can’t think straight.
“Come on, Kitten. What do you want. Ask nicely,” he teases, alternating between light, touches and firm ones that have me writhing against him.
But I’m also stubborn as hell. “I don’t beg.”
“You will.”
He has me in the palm of his hand, literally and figuratively. My skin is so sensitive, so attuned to everywhere my body touches his. It’s so good, but I want more and he knows it. More pressure, his fingers deep inside me, anything to relieve the ache growing between my thighs.
“Please, Nate.” I squirm back against him again. “I just need?—”
He plunges one finger inside me to the knuckle, shutting me up. I moan senselessly as he curls the finger against a sensitive spot.
“Oh, Kitten, I know exactly what you need.”
He adds another finger, filling me while he plays with my clit. My eyes squeeze shut—I’m completely incapable of taking in any more sensation. The electricity inside me is getting hotter, sharper, more intense. I’m so close, and Nate knows it. I can practically see his smug smirk when he curls his fingers just right and sets me off.
White hot heat overtakes me, and I bring my hand to my mouth in a vain attempt to muffle the moans when I come.
