The Big Boss - Penny Wylder Page 0,18

where I’m going to touch her next. I love it. She doesn’t.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” she says.

“We can’t have that,” I mutter, barely brushing my lips across her clit.

“Oh,” she makes the sound before biting her lip, not wanting to show me how much she wants it. Even now we’re in that battle—the one that makes me want to push her buttons more. Further. The one that drives the spark between us.

I go back to teasing before I lick her once. So softly, but her legs contract at the feeling and I push them wide again. Slowly I build up the way I’m touching her. Kissing and licking and sucking every part of her, harder and harder until I cover her in one long stroke of my tongue, and she breaks, shaking and groaning, more of that pure flavor flooding my mouth.

Once isn’t enough. Not nearly. I plunge my tongue deep inside her, fucking her as the orgasm runs through and straight into another one. Justine cries out, her voice echoing off my walls, arching into my tongue.

Fuck, I’ll never have enough. I need more. Right now.

I strip off my clothes and grab a condom before rejoining her on the bed. She’s still lost in the aftermath of her orgasm, and already reaching for me. I pull her in to a kiss before turning her over and slamming into her from behind.

Perfect heat and epic pleasure. It’s just as explosive as the first time we came together. I can’t breathe. Just moving on instinct, I drive in to the hilt over and over. I can’t hold myself back, and I don’t try to.

“Fuck, yes,” Justine cries out, and I let myself go.

I fuck with a frenzy, letting lighting build in my spine until it breaks, the release completely blinding me. My own voice echoes as I finish, and we collapse together, breathless and spent.

She laughs softly, turning toward me as I slip away to dispose of the condom before coming back. “That was a pretty good dessert.”

“Better than the ones at Lena’s?”

“I don’t know about that, but easily just as good.”

She’s smirking and I drag her to me so I can kiss her. “I guess I’ll just have to work harder next time.”

“Maybe,” she says, resting her head on my chest. “But before that, I might need some actual dessert.”

9

Justine

The faint chime wakes me with a start. My phone. Chiming from where I left it. Where did I leave it? I focus. I’m not in my bed. Where the hell am I?

The sun is just rising through the windows and I look over to the handsome, peaceful, sleeping face of Keenan. I’m in Keenan’s bed.

He looks even more perfect in sleep, totally relaxed and unaware of his own beauty. I hadn’t intended to stay all night. But he fed me chocolate for dessert and then we had more amazing sex. Slower the next time, but no less passionate.

The chemistry between us is indescribable. It sings like a living thing between us. Why did I wake up? Oh right. My phone. Where I left it in my purse which is on the floor along with the rest of my clothes.

Slowly, I creep out of the bed. It’s a little chilly, but nothing unbearable. I find my purse and dress and shoes scattered across the foyer. It’s a total cliché. I grab everything and bring it back to the bedroom before creeping under the covers again. It’s five a.m. I have to wake up soon anyway for an early client, but I’m tired enough that I want to hit snooze a little bit.

The text is from Lila. I told her that I was going on a date last night, and there are a bunch of texts from her asking where I am and if I’m okay. The last one is the one that woke me.

Got up to use the bathroom and saw you still hadn’t texted. Please just let me know that you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere.

I smile and text her back. Hey, sorry. Very much not dead. It was a good date. I pause and look over at Keenan. A very good date.

That’s a fucking understatement.

I don’t expect her to answer right now, not when it’s this early. For a few minutes I let myself rest with my eyes closed until the sunrise outside is bright enough that I can’t ignore it and I need to make sure that I have enough time to get home and