Arrogant Boss

Julian’s hand covered the triangle between my legs perfectly. His fingers found my wetness again, and I would have been embarrassed by it if he hadn’t groaned at the sensation and whispered in my ear how much he loved it. You’re ready for me.

Sure fingers circled my swollen clit. Watching everything in the full-length mirror was beyond erotic, a situation more intense than any I’d ever experienced before. Julian’s mouth was relentless against my neck, his fingers circling.

“I want to hear you moan,” he said, slipping a finger inside me and pressing the heel of his hand down on my clit. I couldn’t help it-I did moan. His teasing had put me on the brink, and I knew I was close…so close to coming.

I grabbed his wrist. “I want to come with you inside.”

His cock, trapped between our bodies, twitched in agreement. I wanted it, I wanted him-I needed to make him feel as crazed with desire as me.

Julian groaned, his hand abandoning my pussy to tease a nipple. “You’re killing me,” he murmured. “Do you know that? The power you have over me?”

Didn’t he know it was the other way around? Since the day he walked into my life, he had owned me completely. There was no one else.

A strong knee nudged my legs apart. “Spread for me, Ace. Up onto your tip-toes.”

He bent his knees slightly to make us more aligned and then I felt the head of his cock, strong and sure, nearing my wetness. Julian slid it along my slit once, twice, coating himself and driving me mad.

His voice was a growl. “Look.”

I watched in the mirror as he pushed in and sheathed himself to the hilt. He was everywhere-behind me, around me, inside me. It was too much and still not enough.

“You okay, Ace?”

I gave a nod, words lost to me, and watched as he began to move behind me. Slow thrusts gave way to deep, quick strokes, and soon he was setting a pace that had me gasping.

Strong fingers dug into my hips and I keeled over, hands grasping the marble and holding on for dear life. This was raw and real, and I’d never been so aroused in my life. I knew I was going to come hard like this, from him and his movements.

So this is how it’s like to be fucked by a god, I thought, the ridiculous statement making me smile. It wasn’t not fair. Sex shouldn’t be allowed to be this good.

Julian pulled me back up against his body. Strong arms wrapped around my waist entirely as he continued to move inside me. He claimed me. “I want to see you. I want you to see you.”

His hand was relentless, finding my clit again and rubbing circles as he continued pounding into me. Pleasure swept through my body in waves, rising and cresting and wavering dangerously high. It was too much.

I was so entirely, entirely lost.

“Come for me, Ace,” I heard him growl. “Come for me.”

And I did.

My moans echoed off the bathroom walls as I shattered around him. Pleasure raced through my pelvis, my limbs, turning my legs to jello. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I would have fallen over, helpless against the current.

I couldn’t stop it even if I had tried.

My pleasure ignited his and I watched in the mirror as Julian’s eyes narrowed, his face taut. I’d never seen him so unleashed before-so entirely in his element.

I had wondered a lot about who the real Julian was. I had admired the businessman who spoke in front of crowds of thousands, the playful boss who nevertheless enjoyed complete respect from his employees. The older brother, the stern financial head of his family. The charming and good-looking millionaire philanthropist.

But seeing him come undone in the mirror and his handsome face twisted in pleasure, I believe that I’ve found my favorite version yet.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a version I didn’t want to share with anyone.

He groaned deep and husky as he came, hands clasping me tightly against him and the frantic beat of his heart against my back. Inside me, I could feel the rhythmic pulses of his cock as he emptied himself.

We were one, consumed by emotion and desire I’d never felt anything like this before. For a long while-minutes, hours, years-neither of us could speak. The intensity hung in the air and still raced through my veins. My mind was trying and failing to play catchup.

His husky chuckle in my ear made me smile. “That was intense.”

“Very.”

With a ginger movement, he slipped out of me and stepped back. I frowned at the sudden lack of his warmth, but he was gone only long enough to deposit the condom. Julian grabbed me and lifted me up so that we were once again body to body and skin to skin.

His voice was thick with satisfaction. “Am I allowed to take you to the bed now?”

“Yes.” I rested my head against his shoulder, reveling in his strength and the pleasure that still radiated through my body. We’d just had what could only be described as the best sex of my life, and I knew I wanted him again. And again.

And again.

Julian set me down next to his bed and pulled back the covers. We slid in, the sheets soft against my skin. Julian dimmed the lights. He reached for me immediately and cradled my body with the curve of his larger one. A hand traced circles along my hip, the other smoothing my hair back.

“Just give me fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “And then I can go again.”

I gave a sleepy laugh. “Wow, Julian. I think I’ll need a week to recover. That was… wow.”

His laughter was a soft breath against my temple. “Take as much time as you need, Ace,” he murmured. “I’ll be here.”

Wrapped in Julian’s arms, it didn’t take long before sleep claimed me just as thoroughly as he had.

My dreams bled into reality that night.

Emily had fallen asleep in my arms, in my hotel bed, her warm skin resting against mine. It would take a stronger man than me to resist following her into oblivion.

At some point during the night, I felt her trying to slide out of bed, sitting on the edge. I’d acted on instinct-wrapped an arm around her smooth waist and pulled her right back into bed with me. She’d laughed and squirmed, which only meant I held her tighter.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“My room?” Emily had said it like a question, and I answered firmly by sliding my leg between hers. She smelled warm and feminine, and I took a deep, sleepy breath.

“Don’t you dare. You’re sleeping right here.”

She’d twisted in my arms, turned so she could press those soft lips against my neck.

“So bossy.”

I had only been half-awake, but I managed a faint laugh. “That’s my job, Ace.”

We woke up to the garish sound of the hotel wakeup call. A disgustingly chipper receptionist let me know the car for the airport would be downstairs in thirty minutes.

“Mhm,” I said. “Thanks. Bye now.”