Page 277 of Manhattan Bossholes

“You’re good at that.”

She fluttered her eyelashes, dancing away coyly. “I have many talents, Mr. Saunders.”

I stalked toward her until she collapsed onto the couch, her gaze falling to my cock as she reclined into the cushions. “Lucky for you, so do I.” I pressed one knee into the cushion next to her, stroking her cheek with my hand. “Lie back.”

“Is that an order?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, covering her body with my own. My cock dragged against her belly, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as it brushed the space between her thighs. She raised her hips, desperately searching for friction. “Tell me what you want, my little Hellcat.”

“Touch me,” she panted.

“Where?”

She squirmed, arching her back. “You know where.”

“Here?” I asked, sucking a kiss into the side of her neck. She groaned in response, her hips rocking beneath me. “Or here?” I squeezed her breast through the fabric of the dress. “Or maybe here?” I slid my hand beneath the dress, taking hold of one warm thigh.

“Trent,” she hissed.

My fingers inched up her leg, reaching those pretty lace panties I’d been promised in the car. “God, you’re so wet,” I said, dragging my fingers between her legs. She moaned as my fingers finally brushed her sensitive clit. “Can I take these off?” I asked, hooking my thumb into her underwear.

“Yes,” she said, helping me get them down her legs. Once they were gone, I shoved the bottom of her dress up, exposing her to me. She glistened with need, and I throbbed, knowing this was all my doing. “You’re so fucking sexy,” I growled, capturing her in another kiss as my fists twisted in the material of her dress.

“Careful,” she panted, breaking our kiss momentarily. “I don’t want to wreck Stacy’s handiwork.”

“Don’t worry.” I grinned. “I won’t tear it off you.” I rocked forward, my cock nudging up against her entrance. “I’ll save that for next time.” Natasha groaned, throwing her head back into the cushions. “Yes, my little Hellcat. Tell me what you like.”

“That,” she said, practically purring. “Just like that.”

I let my cock slide through her wetness a couple of times.

“Please,” she begged, reaching out to clutch my hips. “Trent…I…please.”

I loved it when she begged. I angled my hips and slid inside, burying myself deep, groaning my pleasure as I waited for her to adjust to my size. “You feel so good,” I said.

She made an unintelligible sound.

“Big enough for you?” I asked, pulling out and thrusting back in a few times, using the couch as leverage.

“Oh, yes…Trent. Fuck yes.” She bit her bottom lip, humming. “Fuck.”

I rubbed her clit as I found my rhythm, spurred on by the sounds she made. My Hellcat was loud, and I relished every second of watching her come undone. It was easier to read Natasha than anyone I’d ever slept with before, and I chased her to the edge and back a few times, liking the way she moaned my name, her fingers clawing at my back. When I finally drove her to orgasm, she seized up, her thighs trembling. I could feel her squeezing me, the contractions dragging me into my own climax. I grunted through the last few thrusts, collapsing into the circle of her arms as I finished.

We lay there in silence for a few long moments, a cloud of bliss enveloping every part of me. Then I felt Natasha’s lips on my neck, and I rolled onto my side, pulling her close.

“I’ve been wondering about something,” she said.

“What?”

“Why is your place in Manhattan if you work on Long Island?”

I kissed her cheek, chuckling. “That’s not what I thought you were wondering.”

“I had lots of time to think during sex.”

“That’s what you were thinking about while I was fucking you?” My hands tightened around her middle and she giggled.

“I’m kidding. I wasn’t thinking about much of anything then except for how good you were making me feel.”