Page 17 of Off-Limits Bosses
All I wanted now was more of Landon, no matter what the consequences could be.
I reached for his suit jacket, and he helped me to remove it, eventually shrugging it off so that it fell to the floor. I pulled away from the kiss, breathless, and started working on his shirt buttons, while he removed his tie. Soon enough, his shirt joined his jacket, and I let my hands travel over his chest and stomach. His muscles were rock hard, but his skin was soft and warm, anda quick thought to ask for his skin care routine flashed across my mind—which almost made me laugh.
But I didn’t have a lot of time to think. His hands were pulling at my blouse, and I lifted my arms to allow him to remove it. Hungrily, his fingers then reached around my back, brushing against my skin, to undo my bra.
As soon as it was loose, I pulled it off, and Landon lowered himself.
“Beautiful,” he said in an admiring tone, and I smiled to myself. I did know that; though small, my breasts were something to be proud of.
I shivered when he placed his mouth over one of my nipples and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. His left hand reached for the other, exploring and playing with me like I was an adventure he had waited to go on for a long time. I threw my head backward and ran my own fingers through his hair.
It was too late to stop now, and I simply didn’t want to. It felt tooright,like this was why I was supposed to get this job in the first place. Like fate.
His free hand was reaching for the back of my skirt, to undo the zip that kept it in place. I felt the excitement building at my core, and the heat of the air around us continuing to grow.
I ran my own hands across his back, letting my nails scratch as I watched his muscles move, and he started kissing down my stomach. As he went ever downward, he gripped the edges of my skirt, tights, and underwear, and worked it all over my hips and my legs.
He continued to leave a trail of butterfly kisses across my skin as he went, until he removed the last part of my tights over my feet. The bundle of clothes was quickly cast aside with his jacket and shirt, and he worked his way back up.
His kisses grew more intense and urgent as he got back to his feet, slowly but intentionally. He was already working on his own belt and pants, clearly just as hungry for more as I was. I could feel how wet I was already; my entire body was craving Landon inside of me as soon as possible.
Finally, he was standing up and facing me again, his eyes studying me the same way I was studying him. Drinking in his whole body, I couldn’t believe it; that suit had been hiding something truly incredible. He was smiling, too, like he was appreciative of what he saw.
When we crashed together in a deep, passionate kiss once again, it was like finally reaching something that I had been searching for my entire life.
His skin was warm and smooth, the image of sheer perfection. Feeling him against me was driving my hunger to a new level. I wanted all of him, all at once, as deep inside of me as he could possibly get. His hard cock pressed against my leg, urging me to take this to the next level.
Suddenly, I felt him lifting me up and pushing me against the wall. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, waiting for what was coming next. He pushed his body against me, and began to kiss my neck as he used his hands to maneuver me into place.
“Are you ready?” he whispered against my skin, and I shivered.
“Yes…” I breathed, putting my head against the wall behind me. “Please.”
He slid all of himself into me, and I found myself gasping at the feeling. I responded by moving my own hips into him, and gripping onto his shoulders so tightly that my nails were digging into his skin.
A moan escaped my lips, but I quickly shut my mouth when I remembered for a second where we actually were. The elevator wasn’t soundproof, at least as far as I knew. It was always a possibility that someone in one of the hallways could hear us. I had to be careful.
He lifted his face slightly, so that he could whisper in my ear; though the sentence was accompanied by a satisfied grunt. “Quiet, Adriana.”
I had never been someone who liked being commanded, but right then, it was almost magically powerful. I wanted him to speak more, to tell me everything that he wanted from me, and to give it to him.
He started moving slightly faster, climbing into a rhythm that made it ever more difficult to stay silent. I bit my lip and buried my head into his neck, hoping that whatever came out of my mouth would at the very least be muffled.
“You feel so good,” he said, and I felt myself climbing closer to that inevitable cliff. My own orgasm wasn’t far away.
The elevator shuddered. A green light flickered from the corner.
“Oh, no,” he immediately pulled away from me, setting me down gently on the ground. “It’s going to move.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, my mind still struggling to get itself back to focus.
Landon was already grabbing clothes from the floor and shoving mine at me. “Get dressed, before the doors open. We’ll have to finish this later. And… Uh… You can probably call me Landon from now on. Mr. Klein would just be… weird… after this.”
9
Nolan
“Bluelobster!” I yelled at the brand-new sous chef, who apparently bought all of her previous kitchen experience off Craigslist, judging by what she was currently doing. “Who the hell told you red? What kind of common establishment do you think this is?”
