Arrogant Boss

I grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it up, wanting it off. Julian gave a husky laugh at my eagerness and large hands helped me tug it off.

He fell silent immediately. I shook my hair out and watched as his gaze and hands skimmed my sides, up to trace the curve of one bra-clad breast.

“Ace,” he murmured. “You kill me.”

I tugged at the buttons of his shirt, just as eager to get to his skin as he was to mine. “Fair is fair.”

Julian helped me with the buttons and I could finally pull his shirt off. If I’d ever thought that it was the form-fitted suits that made his chest look so broad, I was proven spectacularly wrong.

He was cut like a swimmer, wide and strong goodness tapering down to a taut waist. Abs and muscles and a smattering of dark, dark hair across his chest.

My hands were on him the second the shirt dropped-exploring the plains of his stomach, the stretch of his shoulders and the warmth of his skin.

I wanted all of him, all of the layers between us gone.

“Wait.” I reached back, my hands finding the zipper of my skirt. Julian watched me as I slowly let it drop and fall into a puddle on the floor, leaving me in only my underwear.

His chest rose and fell in deep, agonized breaths as his gaze swept over my body. “Ace…”

Whatever he was going to say disappeared in movement and want. Julian grasped my waist and lifted me up, placing me on the edge of the cool marble sink. The cold made me gasp.

Julian smiled against my lips. “Whoops.”

“I forgive you,” I murmured, my lips at his neck.

“Thank you.” His hand seared a path down my abdomen and onto my thigh. “You’re so beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I’ve thought that since the first moment I saw you.”

I didn’t recognize myself. I should be nervous-I should be second-guessing myself right about now. The whole situation was surreal, me sitting in a brightly lit bathroom with the most handsome man that’s ever walked the earth.

But I didn’t even hesitate as I reached back and unsnapped my bra.

The straps slid down my arms and I tossed them away. Julian gave a slow, strangled sound. “Holy hell, Ace…”

Maybe that’s why I wasn’t nervous. Julian’s gaze made it clear that he wasn’t somewhere else or thinking about somebody else. I’d spell-bound him just as deeply as he’s captivated me.

His hands were big and rough and everywhere-they were teasing my nipples, pulling me close, and tugging at my hair. The fire that had always been between us was an inferno now. We were close to each other, skin against skin, but I want closer still. I wanted to feel his body against mine-inside me.

“You’re still dressed,” I said against his lips. “Not fair.”

Julian gave a weak laugh and stepped back just enough to let me push his suit pants down his hips. They were quickly discarded of, revealing the impressive bulge in his boxers. My throat went dry. Of course, he had to be extraordinary in all areas.

His hands tugged me forward on the counter, grabbed my knees and I wrapped my legs around him. We fit perfectly at this height.

Julian swept my hair back and trailed his lips and tongue up my neck. I could feel the heat of his breath, the pounding of his heart. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I was not moving from that spot. I couldn’t-I needed him, and I needed him now.

I ran my hand down his stomach and shook my head. He was hard and wedged close, but I managed to stroke the length of him through the fabric of his boxers. Julian growled and rested his head against my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he said. “Alright. But you first.”

Strong hands grabbed a hold of my panties and tugged. Obediently, I raised my hips and he slid them down my legs.

Nerves came back in a rush as I was suddenly completely bared to him. But the sudden sense of insecurity was soon over-Julian’s hands were there immediately.

Long fingers stroked up my thighs and a warm hand cupped me entirely. One of his fingers parted my slit and found my center, and I couldn’t help but moan. I looked up at the ceiling and gave in to him, to his hand and his fingers. I couldn’t watch what he was doing to me. It was too much-the illusion would shatter, and I’d revert back to the self-conscious woman I was instead of the vixen I was channeling tonight.

Julian kissed me as his fingers continued their torturous exploration. With exquisite slowness, he slid a finger inside. I gasped.

“You’re wet.” His voice was incredulous. “You’re so wet for me already.”

I wanted to laugh. Of course I was. Julian was the single most attractive man I’d ever met. He would be able to raise me from the dead with one of his crooked smiles.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I reached down and stroke his cock through his underwear, and he rewarded me with a sharp exhale. His hips buck once, involuntarily, into my hand.

“And you’re hard as a rock.”

Julian’s wrapped his arms around me and all of a sudden I was off the counter-I was in the air, being held close to his strong body.

“That’s it. Bedroom, Ace.”

“No. Here.”

Our eyes met, and his went nearly black with desire when he realized just how much of a tinderbox I was. One match and I’d ignite.

His hands released me and I slid to the ground. Our bodies were touching from head to toe. Strong fingers gripped my hips and dug into the skin of my ass. “You sure?”

I wasn’t acting on thought anymore-only instinct and desire. I turned around and bent over, resting my arms against the cool marble. “I need to feel you inside me.”

I could see him in the mirror, could see the exact moment his careful restraint stretched and snapped. With quick movements, he pulled off his boxers.

My mouth went dry at the sight of his ready cock, proud and swollen.

“Condoms.” His voice was a growl. “I’ll get one. Stay.”

I was left bent over in the bathroom with my pounding heart. I’d always anticipated that being intimate with Julian would feel good, and that giving in would be like this, which was partly why I had mad the decision to do so. But this was something else-and he hadn’t even entered me yet.

Julian returned with a shiny piece of foil, and in a practiced move, he tore the packet open and rolled on the condom. From there, he didn’t do what I had been expecting, though. Sure hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, pressing me flush against his body-much bigger than mine. Facing away from him, I could feel the hot length of his cock against my ass.

“Look,” he said in my ear, voice husky. “Look at yourself.”

I did-I saw us in the mirror. Me, entirely nude, and him, so big behind me. His eyes were filled with admiration and desire as we looked at one another.

A strong hand wound itself into my hair and forced it back ever so slightly against his shoulder. We both watched as his hand slowly trailed down my neck. “Do you see? Do you see how beautiful you are?”

I gave a breathless nod.

“See how your breasts curve perfectly here.” His hand cupped my right breast, let me feel the weight of them. How your waist dips in here, and how your hips flare out like this… and here… this is what I like the most.”