Page 29 of Property of my Boss

This is the end. The part where she tips back her head, her hair brushes my legs, and she screams and creams all over my cock as I suck and bite her soft, little shoulder.

It’s too much. I know the second it’s happening.

I’ve thought about this too many times. I’ve fantasized about her for far too long.

I grip her hips tighter, and like a fucking animal, I release. I release right inside of her. I fill her to the fucking brim as she bounces those perfect fucking tits in my face and moans.

How the fuck is this happening?

She’s perfect. Perfect, slick, and tight. I know from this moment forward that I’ll think about this for the rest of eternity.

She exhales sweetly and collapses against my chest, her hard nipples brushing through the cotton of my T-shirt. “That was incredible.”

“No kidding,” I pant, brushing my hand down through her hair as she rests against my chest. “What the fuck is even happening?”

“I don’t know,” she smiles and lifts her face away from my chest for a moment to kiss my lips, “but I like it.”

I like it too, and I don’t want it to end, but as I pull Tilly against my chest and hold her close, I see Atlas staring at my truck from the porch, and I have a feeling there’s more bullshit coming.

“I could drive away right now and never come back.”

“That’s a solid option,” she says, voice sleepy. “Where would we go?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really, as long as there’s a Fall Fest. I don’t think I could live without one.”

“Deal,” I say, peppering her neck with kisses. “We’ll leave right now.”

“Maybe we should tell Atlas first. I think he’s in the cabin waiting for you. I saw him stalking across the lot as we were pulling in.”

“He’s on the porch right now. I think we could outrun him.”

“What?” She glances back to see him sitting in the rocking chair and covers her chest as she slides down off my lap. “Oh my God, he probably thinks I’m such a slut.”

“He can’t see anything through these windows.” I kiss the top of her head as she slides her jeans and T-shirt back into place. “I’m not even sure he can see the truck from where he’s sitting, given that pine tree there. He’s waiting for something, though. I wonder how much he knows.”

Tilly sighs under her breath and cracks the passenger door open. “Let’s go figure this out. You guys are criminals for a living, right? You must have come up with an escape plan.”

I wish we had. That would have been smart. By the looks of Atlas’ face as we step up onto the porch, he’s thinking so too.

“You hear from the hiker?”

I nod. “When was he here?”

Atlas glances toward Tilly as though he doesn’t want to say too much in front of her. A crow hanging off the pine tree wants to know, though. He won’t stop cawing.

“She knows everything.”

“Jesus Christ,” Atlas growls under his breath. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Her brother is the fucking sheriff. Do you miss prison that much?”

“Maybe.” I shake my head and lean against the post. “What’s going on?”

“The guy came over not long after you left, so I looked him up. He’s legit, and he’s been linked to a bunch of public figures all over the country.”

“Well,” I groan, “he isn’t going to get much out of us. So… we come up with another solution.”

Atlas blows out a breath. “I’ll give him the money I was saving to buy back my family’s land. The rest I’ll get from this deal with Bowers tonight.”