Page 60 of The Boss

Before I can think any more about it, he grabs my hips and thrusts into me.

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he grits out.

He keeps thrusting, barely pausing to catch his breath. I can feel my orgasm building inside me, tension tightening like a spring wound too tight to hold.

He frees one hand and brings it between us, his fingers finding my clit, pulling me closer to the edge.

It doesn’t take long after that—everything crests at once.

We break together, the intensity of it leaving us both breathless and shaking.

He falls onto me, making sure not to put his full weight on my back. He kisses my hair, and we are both slick with sweat. We spend a few moments lying here in a comfortable silence.

Then, Gino stands up and pulls out of me. I hear him zip up his pants. I don’t move, waiting for him to tell me what to do. He walks around to the other side of his desk and deposits the used condom in the trash.

He kneels so we’re at eye level. “Bella, we’re going to keep going. If you ever want to stop, tell me, and we will.

I nod my head, knowing I won’t.

GINO

Juliet’s face is perfect like this, her eyes staring at me with anticipation. Some would say this is the worst place to have sex with someone after two years, but this room is perfect for it. She spends just as much time here as I do, as of late. I wait for her to say stop; I’m nervous she’ll bolt like she did the last time.

I wait for another second before I round my desk to stand behind her.

I grab her waist and lift her, then turn her around so she is facing me. I grab the hem of her blouse and strip it off her, revealing a white lace bra that matches the thong she was wearing.

She gives me a knowing look, and I grin.

“Your turn,” I whisper to her, and she instantly knows what I’m insinuating.

She walks closer to me and starts to unbutton my shirt—her breathing is slow and deliberate. I look down at her and let a smile come to my face, catching her lip bite, which she always does when she’s focused.

Once she finishes with my shirt, she unbuttons my slacks, and I have another hard-on. My plan is continuing on the right track. She then grabs my boxers and pulls them down. I step out of them, and my cock stands at attention.

She blushes and looks down. “I’m thinking we continue this on the couch. What do you think?” I ask.

She nods her head.

“Go sit down, please.”

I watch every step she takes until she sits.

“Good girl.” Even though we’ve only done this once, I know how much she likes praise. I walk to my desk and grab my belt and another condom.

When I turn towards her, she stares at me with fire in her eyes.

I walk to her and stop in front of her, looking down at her. “I’m going to wrap this around your wrists. It’s not going to be tight—if you want out, you’ll be able to free yourself.”

She nods, and I wrap the belt around her wrists, loosely securing it. I sit next to her and grab her waist. She squeaks as I lift her onto my lap.

“Just because your hands are tied, you're going to run the show right here,” I tell her as I place her hands over my head and behind my neck.

I open the condom and roll it down my cock.

She shifts up slightly and then clamps down on my cock, causing us both to release a moan

She slowly rides me, her eyes closed.