Boardroom Kings: Bossman's Baby Scandal

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“Now? Here? You’re sure?” Even clearly seeing the passion in her eyes, the same wild want he’d found four months ago, he needed to hear her say it, to confirm she wanted frantic sex against a wall as much as he did.

Her grip tightened ever so slightly. “If you don’t take the edge off, I’m going to explode without you in about ninety seconds.”

He throbbed in her hand. “Ninety seconds?”

“Eighty-nine.” She circled her thumb over him.

He hitched her other leg up until she locked her ankles around his waist. He cupped her behind and lifted, positioning… She braced her hands on his shoulders and lowered, taking him inside her again… the way he remembered, except better, because nothing could have felt this amazing.

Her head fell to rest on his shoulder.

“Everything all right?” he said against her hair, holding himself in check, barely. The room around them faded as his world narrowed to the silky warm clamp of her body.

“Seventy-one seconds,” she gasped, “and counting.” Her chest rising and falling rapidly, she rocked her hips. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

He thrust while she wriggled to get closer. She whispered urgent pleas, her voice growing breathier, her skin flushing, and yes, he was watching every nuance of her face. They might be rushing, but he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to see her, a gift he’d lost out on their first time.

Now, he savored the graceful arch of her neck as she threw her head back. The perspiration dotting her brow, her eyes shutting tighter with each increasingly loud moan. The way she bit down on her lip until the cry of completion burst free in an awesome expression of just how high he’d taken her. Lauren’s heels pressed deeper into his back, vise-gripping them together. Her voice ricocheted into the high ceilings, their coming together noisy and uninhibited in a way they hadn’t been able to indulge in at her office.

Who’d have thought his reserved wife would be a screamer? And the knowledge that he’d been the one to bring those sweet cries from her mouth sent him slamming over the edge in explosive release.

His forehead resting against the wall, he slumped against her, her legs still wrapped around him. Sweat sealed them skin to skin, linking them together. But for how long?

Because in just ninety seconds, he’d realized he couldn’t ever let her go.

God, she needed to run.

Lauren straddled Jason’s lap as they sat on the wooden seat in the spa shower. Spray pelting her back, she kissed water from his shoulder while he throbbed inside her.

Aftershocks from her own completion still shuddered through her, her mind full of images of how he’d loved her through the night with his hands, his mouth, his body. Even his words as he told her over and over how much he wanted her, how hot she made him feel, how he couldn’t wait to have her again. She’d been totally out of control.

And that scared her to her dripping-wet toes.

Her skin cooling in the aftermath, she still couldn’t bring herself to move off his lap.

She’d remembered sex between them being good, but this tangled, combustible passion they’d explored again and again was beyond good. It was reckless and messy and mind-numbing, so much so that she could lose reason altogether and forget the independent life she’d painstakingly built for herself. She’d worked so hard to break free of the smothering, constricting family life she’d grown up in. Would she have the strength to assert herself with Jason when he could so quickly reduce her to a puddle of pleasure?

When they’d stepped into the spa shower together, she’d been sure she couldn’t make love again so soon, but he’d vowed they could make their way through one more of her fantasies before morning. All too quickly the stroke of his hands over her lathered body had sent her spiraling again until their oh-so-vocal coming together had echoed around the tiled walls.

Slowly, intensely. This was different from their frantic coupling on her work sofa, where he’d left her too quickly. She’d ached for more.

Now? He wrung every last orgasm from her, taking her to new heights after an already sensual night of lovemaking. She was so damn scared. She shivered against him.

Jason kissed her ear. “You’re cold. Let me take care of that for you.”

He lifted her off his lap gently, settling her on the other seat across from him before turning off the shower, brass fixtures steamed over. He stepped out onto the plush bath mat, opened the warmer drawer and passed her an oversize towel.

“Thank you.” She didn’t bother explaining that her shiver had come from another source altogether.

Lauren wrapped the heated folds around her and moved closer to the small fireplace in the bathroom. While this one had gas logs, instead of real wood, still it crackled with warm decadence. She’d been blessed to grow up in an affluent home, but even so, this remodeled bathroom impressed her.