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“You did.” I tug at his shirt again. “Now—Lose. The. Shirt.”
The delicious pressure of Theo’s cock against me stops, but he doesn’t put me down. “As you wish.” Reaching back with one arm, he pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the ground.
His chest is a work of art. My fingers dance over the chiseled muscle, brushing the sprinkle of hair that covers it. Everyone at the office knows he’s in good shape, but the reality is so much better than I could have imagined. Theo kisses along my jaw as my fingers wander over the ridges of his abs. His lips vibrate against me with a groan as I sweep my hands around to his back, trailing my nails along his bare skin.
“Hey, boss?” Theo’s words caress my skin.
“Yes?” I can’t help grinning.
“I’d like to propose a horizontal collaboration between all parties involved.”
I let out a sigh as Theo nibbles his way down the side of my neck. “I would be amenable to that proposition.”
The words are hardly out of my mouth before Theo is striding down the hall, still holding me. I pay no attention to the layout of his house, too busy kissing my way across his scruff, until he pushes open a door with his foot. Beams of sunlight stream across the giant bed, illuminating the neatly made navy and white striped covers and Max, happily chewing on a bone in the corner.
“Max. Out.”
Theo sets me down on the edge of his bed before crossing the room to close the door behind Max. Turning to me, he stalks back, unbuttoning his jeans as he approaches. I’m half tempted to scoot back, the intensity in his eyes ratcheting up both my nerves and my need for him.
Before I can protest, he’s kneeling at the foot of the bed, wrapping his arms around my thighs and yanking me to the edge. “You are so beautiful.” He kisses along my knee and up my inner thigh. His warm hands slide up the outside of my legs, toward my hips. He curls his fingers over the edge of my boy-short underwear and looks up at me, a question in his eyes. “May I?”
I lean back on my hands so I can lift my hips. “Please.” He slides them down my legs and tosses them somewhere in the room. The way he trails his lips along my inner thigh, higher and higher, has my own need climbing with it.
Pulling my dress over my head, I toss it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes, leaving me in just my bra. Before he reaches my aching center, he slides along my body, his hands leading the way up my torso, followed by the rest of him.
“I can’t decide which of your lips I need to taste more,” he murmurs, settling on kissing my mouth as he guides my arms around his neck.
I whisper against his lips. “Just touch me—I don’t care where.” I’m so starved for touch, the lightest brush against my skin has me ready to detonate.
Theo stops, frowning down at me. “What do you mean? Tell me what you want, Sunshine.”
Embarrassment at how dull my life has been floods through me, turning my skin splotchy red instead of a sexy blush. “I just…never mind. It doesn’t matter. Just touch me.” I pull Theo back down for a kiss, hoping to end the conversation.
“Sophie.” The undertone of my name sends a shiver up my spine. It’s a voice that expects to be obeyed. His fingers trace a path along my side, sending a flood of awareness through me. I close my eyes and focus on the way he’s touching me, arching my back when he reaches under me to unhook my bra and slide it off. “Sophie, tell me what you meant.” His voice is a whisper, his breath a caress along the sensitive skin of my breasts.
I sigh, not wanting to explain. “It’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I can’t pick because I want you to touch me everywhere.”
He stills and worry that I’ve said something wrong fills me. Just when I’m sure he’s going to tell me to leave, Theo lifts his face to look into mine.
Instead of judgment, I see lust, determination and even a hint of humor. “I love a challenge.” He dips down to kiss me once more. “I have questions, but I don’t want to think about anyone else right now. Close your eyes.”
I do as he says, even though I want to keep them open and admire the muscles of his shoulders and the way his abs ripple as he moves.
“Am I allowed to touch you?” I whisper. It’s the middle of the day, lawnmowers are running outside, cars are driving down the street, and I’m lying naked in my boss’s bed as he runs his hands over every inch of my skin. It’s so decadent I’m almost ashamed of myself.
There’s a chuckle near my ear. “Sunshine, I’ve been dying for you to touch me since the night of the gala. Yes. Dear God, yes. Please touch.”
I peek out from under my lashes before placing a hand on his chest. What starts as a tentative, slow exploration of each other turns desperate after my palm brushes over the bulge in the front of his jeans. Theo groans and responds by sliding a finger along my wet seam. “Can I taste you? Please?” His words send a bolt of lust straight through me.
My answering nod must be enough because immediately Theo pushes me up towards the head of the bed, while sliding himself down. There’s no hesitation between the moment I stop moving and the second his tongue slides long and slow along me, then swirling around my clit. Fireworks explode behind my eyes and I cry out as an orgasm bursts through me. I’ve been dancing on the edge of wanting this man for weeks, thinking about him touching me, dreaming about the way he kissed me at the fundraiser. The climax that just rocketed through me was weeks in the making, floating at the edge of my mind at all hours of the day and night. “Oh, God.” I moan.
“Has it been that long or should I be really pleased with myself right now?” The amused words floating up from the other end of the bed are accompanied by a finger sliding inside me. “You realize I’m not done with you yet, right?”
I don’t have a chance to answer before he’s at me again, his tongue flicking at my sensitive bundle of nerves, one finger, then two, pumping in and out. All of it combines to drive me back to the edge of another orgasm, but I breathe deep, holding it at bay for a moment while I enjoy the sensation of Theo spinning me higher.
My fingers slide through his hair, holding his head where I want it, even as my own thrashes from side to side on the pillow. “Theo, I need you. I need you inside me. Now.” I manage to get out between moans.
“Can you reach the drawer on your left?” Theo pushes his jeans down off his hips. Wrapping his long fingers around his cock, he jerks his chin towards the drawer as he strokes himself. I’m so mesmerized by the girth of him, for a moment I forget what I’m doing. “Sunshine? Can you grab a condom?”
