Dangerously Big by Cleo Peitsche Read Free Book Online Page B

every major holiday for the next ten years.”
    The secretaries hurry for the door in a whirlwind of excitement.
    Romeo extends one finger and slides it under the top button of my blouse. The small, pearly button slips from the hole.
    The next button yields as easily as the first, and already the voluptuous swell of cleavage is exposed. I exhale all my breath, trying to make myself look less inflated. It works about as well as can be expected, which is to say, not at all.
    When Romeo undoes the third button, I know I’m in trouble. His index finger pushes forward, onto the flat of my sternum, between my breasts.  
    “What’s this?” he asks as he slips his finger into one of the bra cups. Even though he’s not near my nipple, I feel the peak tighten.
    “My bra,” I whisper.  
    “Your bra,” he says. There’s disgust in his voice, but he sounds excited, too, like I’ve handed him a perfect opportunity to indulge in something that was already on his radar.
    Not a good omen because I can’t think of anything that Romeo would normally wantto do that I wouldn’t allow.  
    The back of his finger slides higher, over my taut nipple, and I bite my lip so that I don’t gasp. Last night was torture. I’ve been aroused since the moment he opened his bedroom door.
    He turns his hand, squeezes my nipple between two fingers, and I gasp.
    “You’ve been a very bad girl,” Romeo says. His deep voice carries across the room.
    Hawthorne walks in. “What did she do now?”
    Nervousness makes me jittery, and I can’t even look at Hawthorne without thinking about how he helped me last night, and he probably can’t look at me without thinking about his $300,000.
    Romeo finishes unbuttoning my shirt with his free hand, and he pulls it back to reveal my indiscretion in all its padded, lacy glory.
    “It’s the only one I have that wouldn’t be visible through this top,” I say, my voice pleading.
    A sharp cry rips from my throat as Romeo tugs my nipple and jerks me to face him.
    “Quiet now,” he says in a deep whisper.
    I crane my neck to look up into his stern brown eyes. His face is so angelic, it’s difficult to believe he’s so sexually sadistic.  
    But he is. Even though his body is apart from mine, the tenting of his huge erection nudges my stomach.
    I hear the door open and close, and I whip my head around.
    Romeo pulls me back, but I’ve already seen that Slade is in the room.
    Romeo’s eyes bear down into mine. “I’m surprised at you,” he says.
    “What are you going to do?” I ask.
    He tweaks my sore nipple, and I wince.  
    “Take out my cock,” he says.
    My hands are immediately focused on that worthy task, and I pull Romeo’s hot length from his pants.  
    I’ve gotten the whole thing down my throat… when he was soft. I’ve taken him in my pussy.  
    If he wants to hurt me, he can. He doesn’t need Hawthorne’s eager (overly eager, in my opinion) belt.  
    All he has to do is force me to take his enormous cock into any of my tight holes. Even having him in my pussy requires quite a bit of foreplay.
    I’m expecting him to order me to my knees to suck him, to worship at his cock, to beg for forgiveness with my mouth.
    But to my surprise, he steps back, leading me by my nipples. I curl my hands into fists so that I don’t try to fight him. The fiery pain travels down my breasts and stomach, and shooting agony licks my pussy.
    Our tango continues until he bumps into the conference room table. I can’t help but glance up, wondering if the hotel installed cameras in the corners of the room, but Romeo leans forward and kisses me.
    I’m not to kiss him back. That’s against the rules.  
    His tongue plunders my mouth, and I feel my clean panties turning wet, getting sticky. He pushes me away, and I find that I just want more.
    “Unhook your bra,” Romeo says, his voice so deep and sexy.
    I do as he says. Slade slips the straps off my shoulders, and the thin, satiny bands slide partially