Page 69 of The Boss

I swallow. “Yeah, I could,” I rasp.

She wraps her hand around me and starts stroking quickly, her pace confident and unrelenting.

God, she’s perfect.

Heat builds fast, my control slipping as I get close—right there, right on the edge—when she suddenly stops.

My breath hitches hard. Did she just edge me?

“I think we should move this to the bed,” she whispers against my lips.

I nod. I can’t speak; I'm transfixed by her.

She moves behind me and turns off the water. She grabs a towel and dries herself off. She then dries me off.

Grabbing my hand, she walks me into the bedroom.

“I like it when you take charge,” I say.

She bites her lip as she turns me around. The back of my legs hit the foot of the bed. She lightly pushes me, and I fall back onto the bed.

Looking up at her, I see the pure fire in her eyes. She wants to ravish me right now, and I’m going to take everything she gives me.

“You know you’ve been very bad, Gino.”

Holy shit.

“Have I?” I reply.

“Hmm, you have been. You’ve been trying for so long to run the show without any help. And you need to be reminded that you don’t always have to be in charge,” she says.

Fuck.

My cock is so hard and leaking that I could come right now.

“Bella, please,” I grit out.

She gets closer and then moves to the side of the bed. We don’t take our eyes off each other.

She knows I’ll beg.

Finally, after what feels like hours, she crawls onto the bed. She’s on her knees next to me.

“I think you need to give up some of this control. Take some time not to think about what’s happening outside of this room.”

“Please,” I whimper.

“Are you begging me to fuck you?” she asks.

“Yes.”

She lifts herself, and I can see her pussy dripping.

“You’re going to satisfy a hunger I have first,” she says.

I swallow. I know exactly what she wants.

I reach for her, grabbing at her waist, but before I can pull her closer, she grabs my hands.