Page 542 of Boardroom Bride


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A shudder races over her body as she looks at me through half-lidded eyes, drunk on lust. “Yes. Please. I want all of that.”

I thread my fingers through her hair and yank, tilting her head back. She gyrates against me, thrusting her hips frantically against my dick as I drag my tongue from her collarbone, up her neck, to her mouth. “You do want it, don’t you?” I whisper against her lips.

A whimper is my only answer as she clutches my shirt, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I chuckle in satisfaction. It’s fucking awesome to know that this sexy as hell woman wants me just as much as I want her.

I brush my tongue against her lips, and she immediately opens for me, kissing me back with feverish need. She tastes like cherries, and I stroke her mouth with my tongue, our lips moving together in a dance that leaves us both breathless.

I push my finger deeper into her pussy and drag the wetness up to her clit, where I rub her in quick circles. I watch her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she bites her lip, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.

“Make me cum,” she begs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to oblige.

I push another finger inside her and growl, nearly crazed with need. “You are so fucking tight, Tatum.” I drag my fingers out slowly, then plunge in again, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She lets out a scream of pleasure, her eyes going wide and locking with mine as I continue to pump my finger in and out of her. Then her body tenses and her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers. Her legs shake and her head falls back as she cums on my hand, soaking me with her juices.

I can’t look away. I’ve never seen a woman in such pure ecstasy. I mean, I’ve made plenty of women cum, but nothing has ever been like this. When she floats back down, she collapses on my chest, her breath heaving.

I want nothing more than to be inside of her. Right now. To know what it feels like to have that tight pussy milk my cock.

But I plan on making her cum a few more times first. After a minute, she lifts her head and looks at me, wonder on her face. “I have never in my life had an orgasm like that,” she says bluntly.

I smile and drop a light kiss on her lips. “Just wait. That was only the teaser.”

Tatum

I didn’t think we’d ever make it back to my apartment. I almost thought I was going to rip his clothes off right on the subway. Giggling, I shake my head.

“What?” Evan asks as I fumble with the key in the lock.

“I can’t believe we did that on the train.”

He smirks. “Stories from the 6 Train…”

“You’re not kidding. That one should go down as the craziest one for me.”

Finally, we’re inside, and I shut the door, looking at him. I want him so badly I can hardly contain myself. I’ve felt him against me, but now I need to feel him in me.

Evan steps forward. “Think I owe you a few more orgasms.”

Now it’s my turn to smirk. “I’ll be happy to collect.”

The next instant, he’s crushing his mouth to mine like he’s starving for me.

That’s how I feel. Like I’ve been starved of him my whole life, and now that I have him, I can’t get enough.

I walk backward as we kiss, leading him to my bedroom, and we fall back together when my knees hit the back of the bed.

Evan lifts up and stares at me for a moment. “So sweet. So sexy.”

He keeps saying that, but I’m more than happy to hear it over and over. I reach for him, pulling at the hem of his shirt, working it up and over his shoulders, revealing all that intricate ink that winds across his chest and around his arms. I trace the colors, entranced.

“My turn,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt up. His eyes fall on the tattoo I have on the side of my chest. A bar of music and a bluebird woven together. A grin tips his mouth. “I love it.”

Then he makes quick work of ridding me of my jeans and shoes, leaving me spread before him in nothing but my bra and panties.

“My turn,” I echo, sitting up and unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down with his underwear, revealing his cock. I gasp as it bounces free, so long and thick and hard that I have to wrap my hand around it, have to dip my mouth down for a taste of the bead of precum on the tip.

Evan groans. “Tatum. God. That feels so good.”

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