Page 10 of Bred By the Boss

Her eyes drop, as if she’s shy or ashamed. “I … I didn’t mean to put you off,” she whispers, her dazed eyes looking back up to meet mine. “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t even think my cock could grow harder than it already is. I could bend her over right now, deflower her until she’s screaming for more and more. Show her what she’s been missing, praise her for saving herself just for me to come along and ruin her for any other man that could follow.

My gut lurches at the thought of another man taking her.

No. Not an option. Noelle is mine, only mine. No other man will ever deserve a woman like her. Hell, I barely even deserve her. She’s so perfect, so sweet, so—

Fuck, I’m in over my head.

I’m getting feelings. I’m getting attached.

I can’t be getting attached, not when I still have so much in store. This new development risks everything I’ve been working toward for months, even years.

My cock throbs, as if to remind me that it’s eager to sink into something wet and warm, and that I have a demure virgin ripe and ready to be taken right in front of me. My desire is a runaway truck at this point and I feel like I’m going to combust.

“Sir—”

“It’s Connor, please,” I bark at her as I step away and run a hand through my hair, as if the gesture is anywhere close enough to making me calm down. It’s not.

Noelle looks up at me, her face dusted pink and her chest heaving as she pants. Even with how fucked out she looks, she also looks upset. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” I say through gritted teeth. “You did nothing wrong. I—” Fuck, how do I get out of this? “I have something I need to do.”

Nice. Real smooth, Connor.

Before she can protest, and before I can talk myself out of it, I’ve turned on my heel and stormed out of the room. I practically sprint to my bedroom, my body hot and sweaty beneath my suit with unbridled need that has nowhere to go. As soon as the door slams closed behind me, I start tearing at my clothes.

“Fuck!” I growl deeply, picturing Noelle in my bed with me as I fall to mattress and begin to stroke my cock. It’s easy to envision her wearing my sweatshirt, bouncing on my cock as it impales her tight, hot pussy. She looks down at me with lust filled eyes as her mouth opens to cry out my name. My hands are on her hips as I slam into her, even though in reality I’m slamming my hips into my hand as I fuck into my fist hard and fast. All the while I imagine her sinful voice begging me to breed her, to mark her as mine with my cum.

The thought pushes me over the edge and I come with a low groan, my release spattering on my abdomen as I milk myself dry with my hand.

Slowly, reality begins to slip in and I slowly begin to make sense of where I am. I’m in my bedroom, yes, but Noelle isn’t here. It’s just me.

I have a feeling that I may be totally, utterly fucked.

Chapter Five

Noelle

He’s late.

I stare at the clock for the tenth time, breathing out an exasperated sigh. Connor is officially an hour late from his usual time to get home. Maybe I shouldn’t be mad or upset about it, but he usually at least texts me that he’ll be late, or he has his assistant text me.

It’s been a few days since our encounter in the kitchen, and we haven’t talked about it. We’ve been acting like it never happened, though it’s been awkward. I was hoping to use tonight to talk to him about what happened between us, but of course this would be the night he’s late home.

He was my first kiss. I just want to know if the feelings I’m feeling about him are returned or not. Awkward as it might be, I just want to know if I need to move on from this attraction. I’d rather get it over with than spend another day pretending that I feel nothing.

I rise from the dining table with an annoyed huff and begin pacing the dining room. It really annoys me just how much I want him here.

It’s so strange. Even when he pressed me up against the counter, I never felt the same fear as when Splinter implied that I couldtake care of some of my debt by doing that. Instead, I felt wanted. Desired. Special, even …

It wasn’t threatening or coercive. It was exhilarating.

It doesn’t hurt that Connor is attractive. His dark hair and intense eyes draw me in, and his body is so solid and built … It’s like he was made specifically to be intimidating. And yet I feel drawn to him when I know I shouldn’t be. Even though he’s my boss, after that kiss, I can’t think of him as anything but desirable.

As I glance at the clock again, I realize that I’m totally screwed.

Connor’s too good for someone like me. I’m just a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. A man like him having feelings for a woman like me? I’m nothing but a family-less virgin with debt and a sprinkling of trauma. Not exactly the thing a tech mogul’s looking for in a significant other.

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