Boss On A Leash: A Single Dad Billionaire Romance by Kara Hart (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

have to turn off my phone now. I’ll send you money for a pizza. Yeah. Okay. Thanks for everything.”

I lower into the seat, kicking away the dress in a surprisingly sexy way. “Sorry about that. I told her not to call, but I guess Sammy wanted to order someth—”

I drape my finger against his lips. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”

His focus drifts from my chest down to my thighs. He takes one deep breath as he brings his focus down to my panties, to the garters that fasten around my waist and thighs. I’m like a pretty gift-wrapped package, and it’s all for him.

He powers off his cell phone, throwing it behind him. It sounds like the screen just cracked in half, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

My heart is racing, palms are sweating, and every muscle is tensely pulsing to an unshakable rhythm. I’m freaking out. The difference is I’m not acting on fear anymore. I’m acting a different way entirely, and it feels so fucking good.

I open my thighs, ignoring the flurry of self-doubt that briefly enters my mind. “You okay?” I ask, knowing full well I have his time for the rest of the night. “Do you need to go home or something?”

He doesn’t speak with his mouth. Those dark brown eyes are doing all the talking. And I can’t wait any longer. Neither can he.

Staring, he brings his hand around the back of my head, and he just pulls me into him. His lips find mine, his tongue coaxing my mouth open, pushing deeper inside.

Pulling back, I bite the sugary taste off the bottom of my lip and glance at the tinted barrier separating us from the driver. “Can he…?”

“Can he see us? No.” He kisses me. “Hear us? Feel the vehicle shaking? Probably.”

One more kiss before he wraps his entire body over mine, pinning me against the seat so hard it nearly takes my breath away. “You want to get a room instead?” he asks.

The room probably has one of those heart-shaped beds with windows plastered across every inch of wall. It sounds like a whole lot of fun, but our relationship has been about managing expectations. He has met every single one with astonishing grace. This is what we’ve both been waiting for since the day we met. I am not waiting a minute longer.

“Fuck the motel room,” I say. “And fuck me, too. Hard.”

He looks like he didn’t expect me to be so blunt. I’m surprised by the things I’m saying and doing, though maybe I shouldn’t be. Every inch of my body is buzzing with a concentrated ache that matches a flicker of heat blossoming deep inside me.

Gliding my hand down his chest, I feel every ridge of muscle, every masculine hair and distinct vibration of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. I bend up and kiss his neck, tenderly sucking the spot below his ear, where the lobe meets the skin. His whole body trembles.

Angled underneath him with my heels tapping against the glass, I push my thighs around his waist, gently thrusting back. A throbbing pulse forms in my throat, bringing more warmth to my cheeks. I can feel his cock, hard and ready to go near the center of his slacks. I was hoping he was big enough to handle me, but as he dry humps my pelvis, I feel something so much bigger.

Focused on his body, I run my fingers over the taut, muscular skin. He jerks when I touch him, abs clenching as he shuts his eyes. Then his hand glides around my breasts. We’re touching and rolling in this narrow enclosure inside the limousine, and I’ve hit my elbow against the driver’s window divider at least twelve times. I must resemble a human pretzel in my sheer fuck-me-now fury. I whisper in his ear, sending him into another bout of twitching.

A heaving moan comes from deep in my chest. We’re both on the edge. He kisses me, and I just go for it.

I reach out and I touch something hard. It’s feels thick. Definitely something… cold? It’s his belt buckle.

“Here, let me help you,” he says, undoing the metal button from the notch.

The button pops, and the zipper seems to slide down without my help. I bite the side of my tongue, watching his body lower in the mirror of the limo. He takes my hand and guides it against his pelvis. There has been a lot of misunderstandings between us, but there is no confusing this.

And once he has my hand around his cock, I see him for what he really is. A total monster.

It’s not a joke. His cock is monstrously huge. It is rock hard and pulsing to the beat of our lust. From its upward slope to its crease between his balls, to its underside, the whole thing grows before my very eyes like a science experiment. A hot science experiment…

Bad analogy.

My grip is firm. I feel him shudder as beads of pre-cum drift from his crown, all the way down his shaft. Using my index finger, I stop the outflow and drag the wet, glistening lubricant around his member.

Thrusting into my hand, he groans and touches my side, sending another jolt of heat through my body and setting my lower belly aflame. Our breathing increases as we lose ourselves in each other. My own desire is increased, folding into the foreground as I bring the fingers of his other hand to my breast.

Light and soft with his touch, his palm brushes against my lips. It only takes one single upward movement to find my clit. He circles around the hood before bringing his index finger down to glide through my wetness and feel my excitement. As soon as he pulls away, my clit buzzes. I grind my pelvis to ride out the feeling.

“You’re wet,” he says.

I smile. “Who would’ve thought a nice teacher could behave so badly?”

He issues a quick laugh. “I had a feeling you were dirty.”

I squint and