Hot Boss - Anne Marsh Page 0,29

up and kiss her hard because laughing now would be a bad idea. “Face-off sex, no kissing at important moments, be aware of the size-volume ratio. Got it.”

Hazel frowns suspiciously. “Are you making fun of me?”

God, she kills me.

“Never. I don’t have a death wish.” I pull her grumpy, beautiful face down to mine and kiss her because I can. She starts unbuttoning my shirt, shoving it open and pushing my white T-shirt up so she can run her hands over my abs and sides. My tie’s gone, vanished, probably decorating her front doorstep.

“Off,” she mutters against my mouth, tugging on the shirt.

I sit up, bringing her with me. Together we yank my T-shirt over my head and send it sailing across the room. Hazel’s definitely impatient—her hands work the bottom of her own shirt, pulling it up. For a moment, the cotton catches on her hair and I’m staring at her bra-covered boobs.

Hazel’s wearing lace. My brain short-circuits. It’s not like I haven’t seen a bra before, but this one hardly qualifies. It’s more like a wet dream come true, like some dirty genie decided to grant the three wishes of my teenage self and started with the best-ever fantasy bra. Wicked little straps cross her suntanned shoulders and the cups barely skim her nipples. It’s white, but that’s the only demure thing about her. If I’d known she was hiding this underneath that ridiculous T-shirt, things would have gotten a whole lot raunchier at the bar.

“What is this?” I growl.

Hazel vanquishes the T-shirt, cups her boobs and smirks at me. “What I wore to the office today. I didn’t have time to take it off before you cried for help. It’s pretty awesome, isn’t it?”

Apparently my dick can get harder.

“You’re beautiful.”

Hazel’s smirk gets deeper. “I’m well-packaged. Unwrap me?”

Fuck. Yes.

She’s laughing at me but I’m staring at her boobs, in heaven. Maybe those pickup lines weren’t so cheesy after all. I rip off the bra, anyhow, then lower my head to explore this new piece of Hazel. My lips cover her skin in kisses and my slo-mo plan is rapidly flying out the window.

She feels so, so good.

I’ll have to make her feel good. Better than good. Coming once isn’t enough. It’s not like I haven’t had sex before, even if it hasn’t happened in recent memory, but this feels different.

Because this is the first time for me and Hazel.

The panties come off now, I decide. I pull her up with me, dragging the cotton down her legs as I wrap my arms around her waist.

“You’re still dressed.” She sounds pissed off. “Fix it.”

“Your wish.” I shift her to the bed and toe off my shoes. “My command.”

My socks follow and then we unbuckle, unzip, shove my dress pants down together. She’s kissing down my chest before we finish getting me naked, licking and nipping like the stock market’s closing in seconds. Her hand palms me, making me hers.

I suck in a breath. Naked Hazel is amazing. I run my hands down her arms, her back, her hips. Her skin is sweat-slicked and I lick her clean. More kisses, on her breasts, her shoulders, the sweet curve of her belly. I look at her, seeing her for the first time. Impatient, hot, funny Hazel.

Why haven’t we done this sooner? She’s magical—all lush curves, toned muscles, soft skin that begs for my touch. No, demands, because this is Hazel and she can’t not be bossy. Her nipples are tight, dark points, her breasts the perfect size for me to cup. For such a petite woman she has surprisingly long, lean legs, the odd freckle dotting her skin. I’m going to learn them all. I’m going to make a map of Hazel and memorize her.

“You’re beautiful.” My voice is hoarse.

Hazel makes an impatient gesture. “Now.”

It’s a good plan. I reach down, fish for my wallet and come up with a condom.

“Somebody’s prepared,” she says.

It’s true. I’d never put her at risk and I’m damn sure not going to make her ask awkward questions.

“I’ll help.” Hazel drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes on mine. Her palms wrap around my dick and there’s no question that I’m ready for what comes next. She leans in and swipes her tongue over me. Let’s be honest. There’s no way to screw up a blow job. All it takes is one mouth and one dick and the results are going to be spectacular, but Hazel is unbelievable. She cups my balls gently