To My Arrogant Boss (The Inappropriate Bachelors #2) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,44

ideas.” He laughed as he lifted my hand and spun me. He then pulled me into him, my back to his front, and we danced to the Pitbull song that was now playing. I was surprised to feel that he had a lot more rhythm in his hips than I would have thought.

“Mr. Worldwide,” he sang, resting his hands on my waist and pulled me back further into him. I danced along, brushing my ass against him, feeling his cock growing harder as I bumped and grinded on him. His hands slid up my waist and up over my breasts. I slowed for a few moments, wondering what he was going to do, but his hands kept on moving until his fingers were around my neck again. He squeezed slightly and then moved them up to my lips, touching them gently. I spun around. His eyes were glazed with lust and I leaned in towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You have a thing for necks, or what?” I whispered in his ear.

“I told you I have a thing for kink,” he whispered back into my ear, softly blowing, as he looked back at me. “I’m not your average boy.”

“You’re not an average man, either.”

“That’s true.” His face moved closer to mine as his hands slid down and squeezed my ass. “I’m not average in any way.” His lips brushed against my skin as he whispered. Was he going to kiss me? “Do you think you can handle that?”

“Do you think you can handle me?”

“Puedo manejar el fuego.” He lips brushed against mine again.

“Oh, you can, can you?” My legs were quivering with anticipation and I was barely able to keep standing. “But what if the fire burns you?”

“I can handle any fire,” he said, and then his lips were on mine and we were finally kissing.

I held onto him as if I were drowning. My fingers grasped his hair, as his tongue slid into my mouth and I sucked on it hard. I grabbed his face and kissed him harder, tasting the leftover hint of tequila on his tongue. He growled and pulled me in closer to him, his hands squeezing my ass tighter and running down to my legs, lifting the hem of my dress up inch by inch. I moaned against him and held onto him tighter as he sucked my tongue. He groaned as his fingers reached up under my dress and he discovered that I only had on a thong. He rubbed my bare ass cheeks gently and then slid one hand to my front and dipping between my legs to rub my wetness.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He pulled away from me, breathing hard. “We need to stop.” He pulled my dress down again before stepping back. “We can’t do this here.”

“Do what? We were just dancing,” I said innocently, already missing the feel of his lips on mine.

“Jane,” he groaned, “we weren’t just dancing. We were minutes away from me flipping you around, bending you over and fucking you right here on the dance floor.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “But everyone would have seen!”

“I told you, I’m kinky.” I wondered what he meant. I mean, many people liked to have public sex, I knew that, but they usually like the thrill of getting caught. Not actually getting caught. I looked at him questioningly, but he just shook his head. “Let’s get a drink and cool off, yeah?”

“Is that what you want?”

“No.” He chuckled. “But that’s what I need right now.” He threw his head back and groaned. “I want to fuck you so badly right now.”

“Maybe I wanted that as well.” I smiled, and he groaned even louder.

“Do not say things like that to me.” He shook his head. “I’m not joking. I will take you right now. Also, I figured out an answer to a question I had.”

“What was the question?”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I wanted to know if the reason you were so wet for me in the steam room was because of our location, but now I know it was just because I turn you on so much.” He pulled away, slowly raised his fingers to his lips and started sucking the tips. “You taste so good, Jane.” He looked into my eyes. “I only wish I had more juices to quench my thirst.”

My heart was pounding. This was perhaps one of the hottest moments of my life and I had no idea how to