Beneath the Boss: Omnibus (The Complete Collection) by Lydia Rowan Read Free Book Online

ass and thighs. He needed more. With one final nip at her ass cheek, he sat up, quickly unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock, and kneeled behind her.
    “I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
    At her mumbled yes, he rubbed his cock between her cheeks, briefly stopping at her rosette before he moved down and pushed into her pussy in one hard stroke. The both groaned, but Leighton didn’t tarry. He wanted to see her cheeks dance, feel the vibration as the generous flesh moved in rhythm with his thrusts. He locked an arm around her waist, mindful of the edge of the banquette, and then begin to pound, the tight, wet grip of her cunt and the sight of her ass moving combining to create an erotic haze.
    “I won’t last,” he ground out and delved his fingers between her thighs to latch on to her clit. “Can’t go alone.”
    She moaned in response, and he felt another gush of moisture issue from her, the tight hold of her pussy as she came. He struck by another thought, and at the last minute, he pulled out and came on her ass. A jab of pleasure hit him at the sight of his cum painting her ass, the pearly fluid stark against her darker skin.
    He stayed there, lost in the vision, until Layla’s shifting reminding him of their awkward position. He pulled back and stood, feeling drained but energized.
    “Don’t move,” he said, when she attempted to shift.
    “Ugh...”
    “Just stay still for one damn minute, Layla.”
    “I told you not to curse at me,” she said, but her words lacked their usual sting, her lazy, loose tone filling him with masculine pride.
    He went to the kitchen, grabbed and wet some paper towels, wiped his mouth, and went back. He cleaned her off slowly, reverently, and was somewhat reluctant to finish. When he did, he turned her around and helped her sit on the banquette. Then he leaned in and kissed her, a low hum of arousal thrumming through him at the thought of her tasting herself on his lips. She reached up, ran a hand through the hair at the base of his neck, but then pulled back. He offered her water, and she looked away, drinking it slowly. After a few moments, he put a hand under her chin and turned her head to face him.
    “Now, we talk.”

Chapter Four
    T alk? She could barely think. She looked at Leighton, surprised at the soft expression in his eyes, how relaxed, open, he seemed. He’d never looked at her like that before. She didn’t recall him looking at anyone like that in fact. Warmth settled in her chest, and she looked away. This was dangerous. Him, this Leighton she’d never seen, was dangerous. The cold, ruthless billionaire was hard to resist, but she could hold her own. This side of him was devastating, and if she wasn’t careful, she would lose her heart. If she already hadn’t.
    No. She couldn’t go there. She steeled herself, tried to marshal her defenses against what she knew would be a relentless offensive, his charm and command working in tandem to bend her to his will.
    Then, to her surprise, he leaned over and kissed her sweetly and said, “I’ve changed my mind. We’ll talk later.”
    Maybe he’d sensed something, decided to show some uncharacteristic mercy, but whatever his reason, Layla was grateful.
    “Okay,” she stood, “I’ll walk you out.”
    “I’m staying.”
    “Here?” she squeaked.
    “Yes, Layla, here.” He smiled indulgently.
    “No need. I’m sure you’re busy.”
    “Nope. You’re the only thing on my agenda.”
    Her ingrained hospitality warred with her need for space. Hospitality won.
    “Umm, sure.” She smiled brightly, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in her stomach. She stood awkwardly, not quite sure what to do.
    Leighton took over. “Great. I brought a change a clothes. We’ll clean up, and I’ll make you an early dinner.”
    She raised a quizzical brow. “You brought a bag. And you cook.”
    That earned her a hearty laugh.
    “I’m a man of many skills, and I always plan ahead. Come on.”
    He stood and offered