One Night with her Boss by Noelle Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

when I make you scream.”
    She choked on both pleasure and
amusement at his slightly wry voice, but she responded to the command. She held
herself still as he fucked her with his hand, channeling her desperate urgency
into her grip on the bedding and gasping sounds that got louder and louder.
    She knew she was supposed to keep
herself quiet, but that was increasingly impossible. Soon she was almost
sobbing with pleasure as he worked her up toward orgasm.
    She knew he was smiling and watching her
hotly as she finally lost control. And she might have screamed—just a little—as
the climax sliced through her.
    He was chuckling again as he pulled out
his fingers from her tight channel and rolled her over onto her back.
    “Don’t say it,” she told him, feeling
too good to complain very strenuously about his smugness.
    He pulled her into his arms and
murmured, just before he kissed her, “I love that you’re loud.”
    She kissed him back, wrapping her arms
around him tightly and feeling so much affection, it was as overwhelming as her
arousal had been. She couldn’t believe she was with Jake like this—warm and
intimate and passionate. She’d daydreamed about it so many times, but this was
so much better than any of her dreams.
    He was aroused again. She could feel his
erection hard against her hip. So, when they broke the kiss, she started to
work on his shirt, unbuttoning it and then trying to drag it off his shoulders.
    He helped enough that they soon had
gotten rid of the dress shirt and his t-shirt, and she could finally caress his
bare chest. She loved the hair on his chest as she ran her palms over it. It
felt real. Masculine. Like Jake.
    They were still near the bottom of the
bed, and her legs kept falling off, so she tried to scoot herself higher on the
bed as Jake worked on getting rid of his trousers.
    “Ow,” she gasped, when she bumped her
head on her suitcase. She’d forgotten she’d laid it on her bed earlier when
she’d started to unpack.
    He paused and glanced over to make sure
she was all right. “Be careful.”
    “It’s too late to tell me to be careful
now. I’ve already bumped my head.”
    His lips twitched slightly. “Well, be
careful not to do it again.”
    She frowned. “If you were a gentleman,
you’d move it so it’s not in the way.”
    With a soft laugh, he reached over her
body and pushed at the suitcase. It moved a few inches.
    “Nice job.”
    Now, he was frowning. “Hold on. I’ll get
it.” He pushed at it some more, hampered because he lying beside her and
reaching over her body.
    It moved another inch or two.
    “Just push it off,” she told him.
    He gave it one more push, and it slowly
teetered on the edge for a few moments before it finally slid to the ground,
almost in slow motion.
    She giggled helplessly. “Very sexy.
Almost as good as the dramatic sweeping the desk clear that you see in movies.”
    He groaned and pulled her against him. “Let’s
pretend that didn’t happen. I’m usually more impressive than that.”
    “I think you’re very impressive.” She
was looking him in the eye, still smiling, telling him the naked truth. “I
always have.”
    He groaned again, differently this time,
and claimed her mouth in another hungry kiss.
    They kissed for a long time, rolling
around some until they were in a better position on the bed, and he was lying
on top of her. Soon, they were rocking into each other with the rhythm of
lovemaking.
    “Oh, baby,” he murmured, finally
breaking the kiss and pressing more little kisses over her cheeks and jaw, “You
drive me wild.”
    She loved the sound his voice. Fond.
Intimate. Hoarse with passion. She was turned on again, pulsing with need as
she rubbed herself against every part of his body she could touch.
    She was shaking with it as he rolled on
another condom and parted her thighs to make room for him. As soon as he slid
himself home, she was fluttering all around him, moaning in helpless pleasure.
    “Oh, fuck,”