The Boss Deal - Penny Wylder Page 0,21

did that on purpose. She wants me to watch. Misty isn't the type of girl who accidentally forgets to close the door. Keeping her face over the sink, she lets the water drop off.

She isn’t wearing a bra, nipples hard as they jiggle when she starts to wipe her face with the towel. My dick jerks, and my mouth waters, ready to suck her tits and taste her pussy again.

Misty steps out of the bathroom, her hair in a messy bun, and she stops short. Smirking, her eyes meet mine. “What? Do I have toothpaste on my face?” Wiping her lips, she looks at the back of her hand.

“No, there's nothing on your face. You're just. . .” I lean back in the chair and run my thumb across my bottom lip. “You're beautiful.”

She smiles shyly and looks down at the floor. “Stop.”

“I'm serious, you might not see it, but I do.”

Her eyes float up to mine, knees dipping in slightly as if the orgasm I gave her earlier just fluttered across her pussy like an aftershock.

Standing from the chair, I walk across the small space, reaching her in two steps. My toes touch hers, her feet bare, mine still in my shoes. Her eyes follow my every move.

They watch my hand as I lift it to her cheek and run my knuckles across her warm skin. I lick my lips, and her eyes capture my mouth, my tongue, and she bites the inside of her cheek.

Closing the gap between us, I lower my face, bringing my mouth to her cheek. But I don't kiss her, I let the heat off my lips sear her skin. She inhales a quick gasp, her shoulders dropping back as her body falls against the wall.

She looks so small, like I could blow her over with one breath. I don't want her to look powerless, because she's not. She doesn't realize that she's the one in charge.

Her head falls to her shoulder, eyes darting between mine and the ground. Gripping her chin, I gently bring her face back up. I want her to know how beautiful she is. I want her to see herself as I see her.

“Can you feel what I see?” I ask her as I run the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “The softness of your lips.”

My thumb sweeps across her top lip, and her head falls into my palm. Digging my fingers into the base of her head, I brush a few loose strands of hair out of her face. “The bright blue of your eyes.”

I want to kiss her so fucking badly, but I'm not going to. Not yet.

“Your perfect ass,” I say, gliding my hand down her back and squeezing her ass.

Misty moans, tipping her chin higher. She wants me to kiss her, her lips are right there, welcoming me in. She licks them, biting down on the tip of her tongue as her lids lower.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her in to my chest. My cock is rock hard, and my heart is hammering inside my chest. Her nipples rake over my chest, making my dick jerk.

“Nick—” she says, but I don't let her finish her thought.

I kiss her. I kiss her because everything around me is telling me to. It feels right. It feels perfect.

Her body folds into my arms, and she feverishly digs her hands into my hair. The way she's touching me feels different. There's no hesitation, just pure need. Her fingers dig deeper, they grab tighter, they tear at my hair, and it drives me fucking wild.

Slipping both hands under her ass, I scoop her off the floor. Misty wraps her legs around my hips, and I carry her to the bed. Her mouth moves over mine, and her tongue dances in circles.

She moans into my mouth, rocking her hips, and rubbing her pussy against my waist. I feel feral. All I want is this woman, everything else could vanish, and I'd be fine as long as I had her.

Dropping her down on the bed, her moan is replaced by the sound of springs. She leans back on her elbows, her smile sultry, her eyes smoldering, the blue now as dark as the bottom of the ocean.

God damn this girl drives me fucking wild.

Stripping down to my boxers, I leave my clothes in a puddle on the floor, and crawl till I'm hovering over her. Placing one arm on either side of her head, I spread her