Think Outside the Boss - Olivia Hayle Page 0,50

back and sigh with relief when it comes undone.

Tristan lifts himself up on one arm, eyes on my chest as he peels the bra off me. Freed, my breasts rise and fall with my breath, my nipples hard.

“I’ve missed these, Freddie.”

My breathless laughter is cut off as he dips his head, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Every aching pull spreads liquid fire through me. He shifts between my legs, the hard length of him pressing against me once more.

“Tristan…” I beg, burying my hand in his thick hair.

He switches, taking my other nipple in his mouth. But he hears me, because his hand dives beneath the waistband of my panties.

My breath turns shaky as he cups me, fingers parting, stroking. I roll my hips against his hand in the search for more friction. He doesn’t give it to me. No, he pulls my panties clean off instead, tossing them to the side.

Once again, I’m spread out naked in front of him in a hotel room while he’s half-dressed.

But this time, he’s not wasting any time playing. Tristan undoes his zipper and the swollen length of him springs free.

“I’m so hard for you, you have no idea.” He opens his wallet, fishing out a foil wrapper. “Do you know how many nights I’ve gotten off just thinking about our night together at the Gilded Room?”

I shake my head, the image his words elicit making my throat dry. “Tell me.”

He rolls the condom on with a low groan. A line of hair runs up to his navel, muscles tensed beneath still-tan skin. “So many. I’ve been hard and cursing myself for leaving as early as I did that night,” he says. “For not taking the time to fuck you more than once. Thinking that if I had, I wouldn’t crave you like I do.”

I sit up, reaching for his arms, the rock-hard muscles shifting underneath my hands. “It wouldn’t have been enough,” I say. “Once, twice. I would have wanted you again.”

He takes my mouth in agreement. It’s a kiss to devour. A kiss to seal.

A kiss to claim.

He grips my thighs and pushes them apart, settling between my legs. Thank God for high hotel beds and tall men, because the angle is perfect. He grips my hips and uses them as leverage, burying himself inside me with one strong thrust.

I gasp at the sudden sensation, but it’s drowned by Tristan’s hoarse groan. His eyes drift closed in pained bliss as he pauses, buried to the hilt.

“Tristan,” I murmur.

He grins and looks at me, because he knows exactly what he’s doing by denying us both movement. But two can play this game.

I arch my back, reveling in the way his eyes track the movement. The way they widen when I cup my breasts. He groans at the sight and flexes his hips, thrusting hard inside me.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters, his fingers digging into my hips as he strokes in and out.

I arch my back further. “Do you know how good you feel inside me?”

He thrusts so deeply the air is knocked out of my chest. I reach out blindly and grip the comforter, holding on as he responds by pushing us both closer to the brink.

I’ve never been driven out of my mind by a man like this. There’s no room in my head for doubts or thoughts, just this connection and the growing pleasure. He hooks my knees under his arms and bends forward, until I’m folded in half and his face is inches from mine.

“Oh my God,” I breathe. “That’s deep.”

“Too deep?”

I shake my head and he resumes his thrusts, hips moving like a piston against me. The muscles in his arms strain, bulging on either side of my neck. I latch on to his neck and kiss the heated skin. Tell him exactly what I’m thinking in the moment.

“I can feel you so deep inside me.”

He growls into my ear. “You can’t fucking talk dirty to me, Freddie, or I won’t last.”

I wrap my arms around his back. My body is near the breaking point with pleasure and intensity, so close to my own release, but I can’t help myself.

I still want to be the best sex he’s ever had.

So I tighten my muscles around him and press my lips to his ear. “I want to feel you come inside of me.”

He gives a hoarse groan, his muscles tensing up. I hold him through the force of his release, as he pushes harder against me, bruising my