Page 63 of Bossy Wicked Prince
She runs her tongue up from the bottom of my shaft, lapping at me like she’s trying to memorize every inch.
When she finally takes me inside her mouth, I growl like a goddamn animal. I weave my fingers into her blonde hair as she inches her mouth lower. It’s going to take every morsel of my self-control not to plunge deep into her throat.
My kitten doesn’t bother teasing me. She moves her mouth up and down my shaft in even strokes, every time taking a littlemore. Her wet tongue caresses the sensitive underside of my cock, her cheeks hollowing around me.
“You’re doing so well. You’re making me feel so good, Kitten.”
She moans, never taking her mouth off my cock as she bobs her head up and down. I can tell by the way she’s pressing her thighs together that doing this for me turns her on, too.
I’m not going to last long, not when she’s sucking me off so enthusiastically.
“I’m going to come, Kitten,” I warn her, releasing my hold on her head. I expect her to pull back so I can come in her hand, but she surprises me. She keeps me as deep in her mouth as she can, eyes flickering up to watch me come.
“Fuck, Kitten!” I roar as my seed spills down her throat. She swallows it beautifully, her lips wrapped tight around me.
She’s unbelievable. There’s no one on the planet who can have her spirit and power, and still submit as wholly as she can.
When she pulls away, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. It’s not to put on a show for me—she really doesn’t want to miss a drop. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come sit,” I say, helping her up from her knees to sit on the sofa. Her expression is beatific. She looks exhausted and sated, and more at peace than I’ve seen her in days.
“I’ll be right back,” I murmur, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“I know,” she replies dreamily.
As quickly as I can, I head to the office kitchenette to get her a glass of water. On my way back to the office, I snag one of her cardigan’s from the coat tree by her desk.
She hasn’t moved an inch. She’s still slumped back against the couch, a relaxed smile on her face. I take a seat beside her, easing her up enough to drape the long cardigan around her like a blanket before coaxing her to drink the water.
“Sip,” I order. “Not gulp. Take it slow.”
After I’ve gotten her to finish the glass, I put it down and pull her against me.
“Thank you for helping me,” she says with a sigh.
My chest swells with satisfaction. Cat spends so much time looking after people in need, and now that she’s told me about her father, I finally know why. She deserves someone to take care of her and cherish her like she deserves.
Somehow, I know just what she needs. With praise, commands, and orgasms, I can get her to a calm place where her own thoughts don’t overwhelm her. It’s a heady power, and it undoes me. I lose control with her, giving into impulses I shouldn’t.
Cat might be my employee, but it feels like she has far more power over me than I do over her. Being around her makes me want to let her in. I almost told her the truth about my parents earlier. Something nobody knows—not even the guys.
It’s one thing to make her come. It’s another to let myself feel something for her. I should create some distance between us, but having her curled against me feels so damn good.
“Have dinner with me tomorrow,” I say before I can stop myself.
She yawns and burrows her head sleepily into my chest. “We had dinner tonight.”
“We’ll have it at my place this time. Maybe I’ll even cook.”
She groans. “God, please don’t. You’ll burn the whole House of Cards to the ground. No,I’llcook.”
“You don’t need any more work. We’ll order in.”
“But I know exactly what I want to make, and it’s really easy. Besides, I’m so relaxed now that you helped me turn my brain off. I want to do something for you, too. Please?”
Her big amber eyes are pleading, and even though I chafe at the idea of putting anything more on her plate, I just can’t say no to her.
“Okay. You can cook.”
