Page 600 of Manhattan Bossholes

I pushed past him, giving him a gentle hip check. “You think so?”

I kicked off my flip-flops, then walked down the hallway with my fingertips tugging on the hem of my dress, ready to begin my striptease, only to be greeted by a very enthusiastic Boris.

“Oh, hey there, mister!” I laughed as he danced around me. “Nice to see you, too.”

The cheerful canine host was derailing my plans a little, and Cameron picked up on that fact.

“Hey B, do you want a bone?” he asked.

Clearly, he knew that as awesome as Boris was, he had the potential to kill the mood.

The dog juked away from me at the mention of the treat and followed Cameron to the kitchen. While he was busy taking care of Boris, I looked around his much-much-bigger-than-my-apartment penthouse to find the perfect spot for my little stunt.

I’d been so focused on making sure Boris was okay the night he ate cough drops that I hadn’t looked around much, but now, as the sun was setting in the distance, I could really take in the sumptuous space. The walls were dark gray, hung with a few giant scrawly paintings that were probably museum-worthy masterpieces, but the real focal point in the room was the view of the park from the windows. I walked up to enjoy it, because all I could see outside my window a dozen floors below was a brick wall from the building across the street.

“Hey,” his voice echoed behind me.

I turned slowly to face him. “Hey.”

We stared at one another across the room in a sort of sexy standoff. Who was going to be the first one to break?

Obviously Cameron, once I put my plan into action.

I smiled at him, then slipped my dress off with a quick swish, letting it drop to the ground at my feet.

“Holy shit,” he whispered in awe.

With good reason, because I was wearing a nearly invisible lingerie set that was only a few straps of pink satin and mesh, embellished with delicate, lacy flower details by the hips.

Cameron crossed the room without another word and pulled me into his arms so forcefully I tripped against him. His mouth was on mine immediately, claiming me with his kiss.

“Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispered in my ear.

“Tell me,” I sighed, letting my head drop back as his kisses trailed down my neck.

“Your skin is…” he kissed along my shoulder. “Velvet,” he managed. He paused to gaze at me. “Your breasts,” he sighed. “I just want to stare at them.”

I laughed softly. “It’s more fun if you touch them.”

I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him to me again. He kissed me with such perfect intensity that I didn’t even realize he was unsnapping my bra until it dropped to the floor. His hands skimmed down my body to clench my ass.

“How is it,” I purred into his ear, “that I’m basically naked and you still look like Mr. Bossman?” I reached down and gave his tie a tug. “Let’s get you undressed.”

I finally managed to pry myself away from his sinful lips and slowly undid his tie, then the buttons on his shirt. I eased it off his shoulders, and it was my turn to be amazed.

“Holy shit yourself,” I sighed.

I could tell just from his torso that Cameron’s body was built for fucking. Strong arms, a broad chest with a light scatter of hair across it, and a stomach that obviously knew a thing or two about crunches. He was made for strength and stamina—and I fully intended to test both to their limits.

“You’re staring,” he chuckled as he quickly undid his belt and pants.

“I mean…” I trailed off and ran my hand down his solid chest. “Look at you.”

He slid his pants and briefs down and my jaw dropped. Cameron was the owner of the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen. Perhaps the biggest as well.

“Get over here,” he growled, interrupting my admiration.

I took a step closer, then dropped to my knees in front of him, immediately taking his full length into my mouth.