Boss: Complete Box Set: A Mob BDSM Romance by Rae Lynn Blaise Page B

was just thinking of asking you to spend the night—”
    “Of course!” I interject. My cheeks heat but I don’t care. “Of course I’ll spend the night.”
    After all this, what do I have to be embarrassed about? His expression drops and I worry that he’s having second thoughts. He is my boss, and this affair is inappropriate.
    Like, really inappropriate.
    He watches as he kneads both breasts in his hands, pinching, testing my limits. “Women don’t spend the night here unless it’s on my terms.”
    “Oh,” I breathe, clenching my eyes. “What are your terms?”
    “Stop talking.”
    Brent takes my hands and puts them on the waist of his pants. I fumble with his button and zipper, and in seconds, his pants are on the floor. I palm his cock through his briefs. The feel of his thick, hot length makes my mouth water. Wiggling his briefs down, I get the first slide of his dick on my palm and it’s fucking amazing.
    So smooth … so hard. The thick vein underneath rolls against my touch and I want to feel it on my tongue. Emboldened, I move to lower to my knees, but he stops me.
    “Not tonight. I need to fuck you.”
    The table wobbles behind me. With a curse, Brent moves me to the old-looking chaise beside the loveseat and presses me against the back of it. Snatching up his pants, he digs a condom from the back pocket.
    His lips meet mine, his tongue bruising me, his teeth nipping my lips as he rips the packet open and slides the condom on.
    His strong hands lift me to sit on the side of the chaise. It’s the perfect height, lining his cock up perfectly. Grabbing his shoulders, I barely balance myself before he grabs my hips and brings me forward, impaling me on his huge cock with one hard thrust. It’s raw and powerful and I’m stunned by the force of it.
    Time goes still, a buzz loud in my head as my brain and body race to connect the explosion of pleasure and pain. Mr. Masters—Brent—slides a hand into the hair at my temple and curls his fingers, pulling my head to the side. He kisses the side of my face and presses his cheek against mine.
    “How’s that feel? Did it hurt?” I know he wants the answer I want to give, need to give.
    A tingle races along my hairline as my pussy throbs for more. I need him to move, to throw me completely over this damn couch and fuck me until I lose my voice.
    “Yes.”
    He withdraws, the wetness between his cock and my walls soothing and erotic and desperately infinite.
    “You liked it, didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just thrusts again. I cry out as he buries himself deeper than any man has before. His hips are fluid, pumping in and out with calculated force … as if he knows just how much makes me ride the line between ecstasy and agony.
    Suddenly, he stops and I realize I never answered him.
    Forcing my eyes open, I turn my head for his kiss. “Yes, yes, I liked it.”
    My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I wrap my thighs around him and urge him with tilt of my hips. Brent pulls at my earlobe, biting, sucking as he fucks me. It’s fast and hard and fuck, so divine. Deep sounds rumble from his throat, his skin going slick and hot. Running my hands down his rock hard biceps, I trail my nails over his flesh, digging in when his thrusts get insane.
    Pressure starts to build deep inside and I’m sure I’m going mad. This is my boss, I have to stop.
    I’m never going to stop.
    I cry his name, and suddenly, he pulls free and drops to his knees. Before I register what he’s doing, he’s on his knees, pulling me down, his hands spreading my thighs as he mouths my pussy. His tongue swirls my clit, relentlessly caressing and teasing the nerves until I scream.
    I can’t hold it back. Panting, moaning, I grab his hair and hold him to me. He slips a finger inside, then two, fucking me while he licks my clit. My orgasm is just outside the edges, flying in at me from all directions and I’m frantic to reach it.
    “Not yet, Erica.” Brent stands