Dirty Boss: An Office Romance (Dirty Series Book 3) by V.T. Do (new reading .TXT) 📗

waist,” I said, moving my arm around her waist and pulling her in closer to me. She did as I asked, and without taking my eyes away from her, I slowly entered her, until I was buried all the way to the hilt.

Heaven.

Goddamn, she felt like so good around me. How had I gone all my life without feeling this?

I hoped to God I didn’t make a mess of thing, but it was getting hard to hold onto my control.

I leaned down and kissed her, deepening the kiss with the swipe of my tongue against hers. She felt like warm velvet, and I would never let her go.

And when I felt her lips on my skin, I let out a strangle sigh. This was not helping me hold onto my control.

She tightened around me just a little, and I swore I died a little and went to heaven, especially with the restless way she became, moving against me slightly, before gaining her confidence and picking up speed.

With a growl, I grabbed her hip roughly, and then I began to move.

“Oh God!” she yelled, tightening her limbs around me, her fingernails digging into my skin. That urged me on, and I kept moving, loving the way she gripped me, and loving the sound of our skin slapping against each other, and even the squeak of the bed.

I grabbed one leg behind her knee and pushed up, changing the angle of the penetration completely. I almost came then and there, and she let out a small whimper that quickly turned into a moan.

“How close are you?” I asked.

“Close. Just keep moving like that. Yes, like that. Oh. Dereck! I’m coming. I’m coming!”

Thank fuck. I didn’t let go until I felt her tremble beneath me. And then I was coming, filling the condom with so much of my cum, I was surprised some of it hadn’t leaked out already.

When we both came back down from the high, I quickly switched our positions so that she was lying on top of me, my dick still inside her drenched pussy.

I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from her, wrapping my arms tightly around the small of her back and holding her close to me.

Lily laid her head down my chest, listening to the erratic rhythm of my heart, both of us silent after that earth-shattering orgasm.

Goddamn.

6

Lily

I didn’t know.

I didn’t know sex could be like this.

How sad that I went for so long in life with mediocre sex before Dereck. The two guys I had been with were nothing more than a distant memory I didn’t want to hold onto. Not when Dereck was holding onto me so tightly.

I knew we had great chemistry in office, but what we had done before this was just the tip of the iceberg. That there was nothing that could even compare to how it felt when he was inside of me, the fullness of it.

My breathing was still labored from the force of the powerful orgasm I had just experienced, and he was still inside of me, still half-mast.

I didn’t ever want to leave the comfort of his arms, or the warmth of his body against mine. And that was stupid thinking.

I wasn’t a stupid girl.

Or at least I didn’t think I was. But that was before Dereck.

And I didn’t know what that said about me. I was in bed with my dirty boss. I was willingly in bed with my dirty, hot boss, and what was more, I didn’t want to leave.

How foolish I had become.

I didn’t like it one bit.

Dereck must have felt me stiffen in his arms, because he paused from drawing undistinguished patterns on my skin with his fingers and lifted my chin until I met his eyes.

We didn’t say anything to each other for a while. At this point, I didn’t know what I could say. After a while, he nodded to himself and, offering me a brief kiss on my lips, pulled out of me.

My body yearned his loss instantly, and I had to bite my lips to keep from begging him to come back to me.

He didn’t say anything as he adjusted my body on the bed. I watched him as he sat up on his haunches beside me and spread my legs, taking in my sex.

I ached the longer he stared at me, and when he moved his fingers between my legs, running them gently up and down the swollen lips, I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.

What was he doing to me?

Torturing me, I was sure of it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my skin feeling feverish.

“Checking. How tender are you?”

“Not too bad,” I said.

“Don’t lie, baby. I need to know so I can take care of you. I wasn’t gentle with you, like I should be, and for that, I’m sorry.”

Something inside me went soft at his words, and I reached over to him, running my fingers lightly up and down his forearms, noting the vein popping out from under his golden tan skin. “Don’t be sorry. I liked it.”

And that was the truth. I was sure I would feel the aftereffects of it tomorrow morning, but now the only thing I could concentrate on was how badly I wanted him to touch me again.

Dereck gave me a small smile before he climbed off the bed. I almost voiced my protest out loud, but I didn’t want to come off as needy or clingy.

I was not needy or clingy.

I was a self-sufficient woman.

So then why the hell did I crave his touch so bad?

I watched him walk into the en suite bathroom. I could hear him moving about in there but couldn’t tell what he was doing. I heard the faucet turn on, and then more noises before he shut off the water.

And sitting alone on his bed made me feel self-conscious about my own nakedness. I didn’t even sit around naked when I was alone in my room at home, let alone now, when Dereck