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Boyd
Fiona straddling my lap is enough to make my cock hard all on its own, but the unadulterated fire burning behind her big brown eyes and the sting rippling across my skin from where she slapped me is what really does the trick.
My eyes take a second to adjust to the darkness, her gorgeous body barely illuminated by the sliver of light spilling in from the cracked door. She’s glaring down at me, her chest heaving beneath the T-shirt of mine she’s wearing, that sweet little cunt flush with my hips.
I can feel its heat through the thin material of her shorts, can feel her pulse as it kicks up between her legs. My hands wrap around her hips, fingers bunching up the cotton material there.
“Did you just fucking slap me?” I ask, still trying to catch up to what just happened. One second, I was dreaming about fucking my girl on my desk, and the next her hand was connecting with my face, yanking me from the best sleep I’ve ever had.
“We slap liars around here,” she hisses, seething.
“What the hell did I lie about? I’ve been unconscious.”
“Don’t try to play innocent with me, Boyd Kelly. I might be young and inexperienced and dramatic, but I’m not stupid.”
“Princess, I’m not calling you stupid.” Reaching up, I rub my eyes with the back of my thumbs, wiping the disorientation from my vision. “But you’ve just assaulted me out of a very deep, sensual sleep and I’m still trying to catch up to where you’re at.”
If her face flushes from the implication of my words, I don’t see it, nor does she falter. Her legs tighten around my hips, bringing her core even closer, and she pulls her arm up in the air, poising for a second attack.
As she brings her hand down, I capture her wrist in mine, using the momentum from taking her off guard to buck her off of me and onto the mattress. Before she has a chance to recover, I cover her body with mine, wedge myself between her thighs, and take both of her wrists, yanking them up above her head.
“What the hell happened since you fell asleep in my arms a few hours ago?” I ask, trying to regain control of my breath.
Having her spread out beneath me, like some kind of all-you-can-eat buffet, doesn’t exactly help, though.
Through the thin veil of hall light, I see her nipples puckering against the material of my shirt, the fabric so thin I can make out their dusty pink peaks. And even though she’s glaring at me like she wants me to swallow a bullet, I know she’s aroused, too.
We haven’t done much since that day in the office, just me going down on her once and some light petting; I’ve been trying to take things slow because I know that once I have her, once I break her, I’m not going to want to let go.
She’s a drug I willingly inject into my veins, making me wonder if I’m more like LeeAnn than I ever wanted to be.
So fucking weak for the women in my life.
Wriggling her hips to try and get away, she lets out a frustrated growl. I grin, shifting so my dick presses firmly into her center, blood rushing to my erection the more she struggles.
“I suggest you stop moving, or I won’t be held accountable for what happens next.”
“You probably won’t be held accountable, anyway,” she huffs, returning the pressure by canting her hips upward. “You’ll just boss me around and make me come again, like that solves all of our problems.”
“The purpose of what happened the other day wasn’t to solve anything,” I say, tightening my grip on her wrists. “It was to give you a sense of fucking direction when your brain was melting.”
“My brain was fine, thank you.”
Fisting the material of her T-shirt, I begin sliding it up, revealing her flat stomach, pausing at the underside of her full tits. “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing, now get off. I need to scrub you from my body.”
Grappling for even the slightest hint at what she could be so pissed over, I aim instead for the approach she was just complaining about. Bending down, I push the T-shirt over her breasts, baring the swollen flesh to my hungry gaze.
Dipping my head, I lave my tongue up to her nipple, circling around the protruding peak without actually touching it. I hold her gaze as I blow gently, relishing in the goose bumps that sprout across her as she inhales sharply.
She tugs her wrists, trying to twist free, but I crush them against the pillows, clicking my tongue in disapproval. “Are you done being pissy?”
Glaring at me, she tries to kick, pulling her ankle free and ramming it into my back. I sit up and haul myself up enough so I’m hovering over her lower half, then pin her leg to the mattress with my knee and start working her sleep shorts down over her hips with my free hand.
“Stop! I’m mad at you and you don’t even care!”
“I don’t care because you haven’t given me a fucking reason to.” I fit myself between her legs again, leaving her shorts around her ankles so she has to work harder to kick them free, and then I dive back down to her chest, sucking one pert little nipple into my mouth.
