Page 59 of The Boss

“I want to get you in my bed, but with too many people in the house, I can’t. And I’m dead set on fucking you in my office. But I’ll humour you. If you did wear it to get my attention, I would tell you how much of a brat you’re being and how badly you need to be reminded of your place. Maybe I’ll flip you over and take you from behind, or carry you over to the couch and tie your hands with my belt while I thrust into you.”

I’m breathless now. I want him to do both. If I weren’t so turned on, I probably would tell him that.

Then, like he is reading my mind, he says, “You want me to do both, don’t you?”

I look at him wide-eyed.

Then he grins. “I’m doing both.”

He grabs me again, pulling me away from the desk, and spins me.

He pauses. “I need to grab something; stay here, and don’t move.”

I have an internal moment of panic when I hear him leave his office, but he comes back less than a minute later.

“I needed to get these.” I turn my head and see he has a sleeve of condoms. My jaw drops.

He smirks. “What? If you think we are only doing it one time in here, you are sorely mistaken.”

Shit.

“Don’t look so surprised, Bella. The first time we did this, I was too scared to admit how much I wanted to do it again. This time, I won’t be.”

A shiver crosses my back.

“Gino—”

Before I can say anything else, he spins me again and pushes me down, so my upper body is lying flat on the desk.

“After this, we are going to have a serious conversation about you walking around this house wearing clothes that I want to rip off of you.”

I smile.

It wasn’t my immediate intention to wear something he sees as provocative, but I’m not complaining. I’m reaping the benefits right now.

I feel him pull down my skirt and tights, and hear him groan as he hooks a finger through the band of my panties and slips them down so I can step out of them.

He unbuckles his belt and puts it on the desk right next to my head. “We’ll use that later,” he says.

The anticipation is becoming unbearable. “Gino—please,” I whimper. I can feel the wetness of my core leaking.

“You need to wait, Bella. Let me take my time.”

Take his time? There is no way he wants to wait much longer. But he’s in control, and I don’t fight him on it.

Then I feel his fingertips graze my core, and I gasp. He wants me begging; I know that now. “Please,” I say again. I will keep saying it until he puts me out of my misery.

“I’ll indulge you,” he says before he plunges two fingers into me.

I gasp at the sensation.

He doesn’t say a word and continues fucking me with his fingers until he feels satisfied or he can’t wait any longer; I don’t know.

Then he unzips his pants, and I hear the foil of the condom wrapper rip. I fully expect him to drive right into me.

He doesn’t.

Is he already having second thoughts?