Page 17 of My Sinful Boss
Finally, as I come down, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me all up my neck. I’m sweating, and I know he can taste it, but I also know he doesn’t care.
In fact, he probably likes it. After all, I like the taste of his cum. I like ita lot.
I press my face to his chest, losing myself in the rhythm of his heartbeat. For some reason, a thought enters my mind. “Dominic. Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, angel.”
“Were there any other applicants?”
I feel his body tense, just slightly. “What?”
“Other applicants. Other than me.”
Silence. I hear the sound of the building’s HVAC system. Finally, he shakes his head. “No. Just you.”
Something drops in me. I close my eyes.
More questions enter my mind. Why would a billionaire accept a blind e-mail application from a teenager with no qualifications?
But I don’t ask. I can’t. Not now.
Right now, I just want to remain in his arms and pretend that a man like Dominic wanting me this badly isn’t the most terrifying thing in the world.
When I drive home later, I still taste him on my tongue. I still feel the tender places where he touched me as they sizzle with afterglow. My lips are swollen.
I signed the contract, but that’s not why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because when Dominic Blackwood tells me I’m his, every cell in my body lights up.
My soul agrees.
And that—that is more terrifying than the contract.
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DOMINIC
I almost firedTony today for looking at Hazel’s legs.
No. Not fired.Ended.I wanted to walk across the trading floor and put my fist through his nose because his eyes lingered on the hem of her skirt for a second too long. I had to sit in my office and bite the inside of my cheek until the urge faded.
Christ, this is what she’s done to me. I’m a man who always maintains control. I don’t lose my temper in the boardroom or let other people see my anger. When a tough decision needs to be made, I make it and move on.
But now I’m grinding my knuckles into my thigh because a trader checked out my girl’s legs.
My girl…
I keep calling her that over and over, but it’s not enough. I’ve tasted her cunt, massaged her G-spot, pressed my tongue over every sensual place on her body, but it still isn’t enough.
I need to claim her.Fully.
It’s four-thirty. The office is still busy. Part of me wants to just take her right here and now. The staff will be gone soon, and the cleaning company won’t come through until seven. There’s time.
But I know I can’t.
Hazel is a virgin. She deserves better than to be fucked on my desk in my office while the rest of my company walks by the glass. But that doesn’t mean I’m putting this off. No. I will have hertonight.
I press the buzzer and watch as her head lifts instantly. She’s conditioned to it now and instantly rises from her chair and comes to the door.
I bet her pussy is already wet. She knows what to expect when she enters my office. And I’d be proud of that if I wasn’t starving. Dying for more.
