How to Kill Your Boss by Krissy Daniels Read Free Book Online

to strip.”
    Oh, my. This was happening. With graceful ease, he freed my arms and removed my shirt and bra. Had I the inclination to stop him, it was too late. We’d passed the point of no return.
    My nipples took on a life of their own, begging for attention. “Holy shit, baby. Look at you.” He gazed upon them with feral hunger, but didn’t tend to my breasts right away. Instead, he smoothed his hand over my stomach and ran a finger under the waistband of my yoga pants. He slid down the length of my legs, trailing kisses across my abdomen, paying special attention to the soft area around my navel. I quivered under his strokes, an embarrassing display of unbridled lust. He looked up at me. I turned away. I would shatter if I got lost under that intense scrutiny again.
    I closed my eyes and focused on the heated trails his lips and tongue blazed across my skin. When he snagged the sides of my waistband and peeled my pants down my hips, my insides exploded with cruel bursts of fear and self-doubt.
    One-Date Tate.
    I wouldn’t let the ugly in. Not tonight. I wanted him, whether it led to something more or not.
    I clasped his wrists. “Stop.”
    Stop. I regretted the word before it left my lips. Franklin’s shoulders slumped, his chest rose and fell, forcing a puff of frustrated air across my abdomen. He looked at me without lifting his head and tugged my pants back to my waist.
    “Franklin, wait.” I sat up, meeting him face to face. “I don’t want you to stop. It’s just…” Oh, crap. Never, in the two months that I’d known him, did I expect to have this conversation with Franklin. “I don’t have any condoms. I’ve no use for them. Don’t date very often.” More like, don’t date ever. I’d been on birth control for years to regulate my periods, but that was TMI for this situation. Heated bursts of blood hit my cheeks and he reached up to cup the side of my face.
    “I don’t either.” He dotted my nose and forehead with soft kisses and sat up, gracing me with a playful grin. “I’m not ready to stop. We can still have fun.”
    With panther-like grace, he pushed himself off the bed and stood over me, chest heaving, eyes burning. Holding me captive with his hypnotic stare, he slid his hands to the waistband of his jeans and worked the first clasp with slow, guarded movement. The bulge behind the fabric filled me with prickles of anticipation. The sweet torture amplified when I noticed the flex of muscle in his forearms as he maneuvered each button with rugged hands. I couldn’t wait until those fingers touched my most sacred of places, and somehow I knew they would know exactly where to go and what to do.
    I licked my lips and watched the show, eager yet terrified of what was to come. Thank God, I’d showered and reacquainted myself with Lady Bic.
    Much to my disappointment, Franklin unfastened three buttons and stopped. He zeroed in on my waistband once again. There was no slow-and-gentle this time. In one swift move, my pants disappeared, leaving me bare.
    I wished I had a camera to capture the expression on his face. “No panties? You are so fucking sexy.” He continued removing his jeans.
    “Let me.” I sat up and scooted toward the edge of the bed. I needed to touch him, to feel his naked flesh under my palm. His erection jerked against my fingers. I undid his last two buttons and peeled his jeans down his thighs, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs. He kicked the denim to the side and bent to kiss me, blocking my attempt at removing his last article of clothing. “Not yet. Tonight is for you.”
    Franklin Reed knelt before me, maneuvered his body between my thighs and lifted a heavy, aching breast to his mouth. A strange noise rose from my throat. Holy cow, did I whimper? He pulled deep on my nipple and sucked. Currents of ecstasy pulsed through me, and I gripped the edge of the mattress to anchor myself.
    His tongue brushed over the sensitive flesh. Driven by instinct, I