Page 78 of The Boss

“You're soaked for me, aren’t you?” We make eye contact, and he has that hunger in his eyes I have come to love.

I swallow.

“Well, I’m not going to make you wait.” Before he starts, I look at the bulge in his pants, and I can tell he needs that release too.

Before I can say anything about it. His tongue hits my clit. And then he adds two fingers into my pussy. And holy shit, I might come right now.

He’s ravenous as he continues.

“Gino, I’m going to—” His eyes meet mine, and he winks. It feels like hours when it’s probably been minutes. He doesn’t stop, and then when I think I’m going to come, he pulls back.

I groan in frustration and need.

I watch him as he removes his shirt and pulls his sweats off. His cock is at full attention and shining with precum.

He rips the foil packet of a condom he pulled from his pocket and rolls it on.

He moves to line himself with my entrance. Then he drives into me.

I move my hands and claw my nails across his back. This time, I might leave scratches; I can’t help it with how good this is making me feel.

He smirks at me. “You like this, don’t you?”

I moan in response.

“Oh, you do.” He’s got that seductive tone in his voice, and I love it.

I’m a moaning, bumbling mess, and I can’t hold in my release anymore. He can feel it too. I know he can.

“I’m about to come, please, for the love of God, tell me you’re close,” he says.

I can’t form words. I hope the moan and the loll of my head are signal enough.

He senses it because in seconds, we’re both coming.

He brings his forehead to mine.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. I bite my lip and blush in response.

He quickly gets up and removes the condom.

I close my eyes.

Then I’m being lifted. When I open my eyes, Gino is carrying me up the stairs and into the bedroom.

He walks us into the bedroom and kicks the door. He sets me down, and I slightly stumble as he pulls back the cover.

“Get in bed,” he says softly, and I oblige.

We both fall asleep quickly, and the entire night, I dream of what our life would’ve been like if we followed these feelings years ago.

THIRTY-FOUR

GINO

LATE MARCH

My office door bursts open, and Drew strides in. I look up at him, wondering why he did that. Because he isn’t someone to just barge in.