One Bossy Offer Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
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“You don’t have to. I’m more than willing to have you enjoy the morning naked.”

Her blush deepens.

“No way! I just meant—well—maybe I should stay in bed until my clothes are dried?”

“Bed. I like that idea.” Growling, I pick her up, carry her to my room, and lay her down on my bed. “I set a timer. We’ve got twenty minutes before breakfast is served.”

“But it’s already daylight! We’ll be late.”

“I’ll let the boss know. He’s a hard-assed prick, but I think he’ll understand a little downtime with a pretty lady.”

The way she giggles carries me to heaven.

I stretch her out on the bed slowly, taking my sweet time kissing every inch of her. “You’re not too sore for this? We went hard last night.”

“No.” She blushes again. “Not much.”

Thank God.

My lips work long and slow, then I untuck the blanket around her, baring her to me in all her naked glory.

She smiles. “What are you doing?”

“The hell does it look like?” I kiss down her neck to her tits, pausing to suck each pert nipple soft. “This is your wake-up call. The coffee can wait.”

She laughs and strokes my face with her hand.

“You’re such a dork, but I’m glad you approve...”

Approve?

I could take the next week off and spend every waking minute deep inside her. It’s only my last frayed thread of sanity that keeps me from actually doing it.

Turning my attention back to her nipples, I suck harder and she sighs.

I fucking love how responsive she is to every touch. Her body makes the most exquisite music, this song of pleasure I jealously write all over her.

Soon, her sighs become moans.

One lazy moment is all it takes for her to go from innocent angel to the sexiest hellcat I’ve ever hauled into bed.

My lips roam low, skimming her soft belly, dipping down to the sweetness between her legs. I only stop to inhale her, to fill my lungs with Jennifer Landers until I can’t.

When she moves her thighs together shyly, I push them apart again and dart her a look.

“No. There’s nothing to pull off with my teeth today and I’m not fucking waiting,” I growl.

With the way her face heats, I almost skip straight to plunging my cock inside her again, but I won’t miss the opportunity to taste her again.

“Miles... what are you doing?” she whispers when I stop too long, admiring the scene as my hands rub her thighs.

“Massaging you, kitten. Soothing sore muscles the best way possible.” My tongue flicks up her opening then.

I lick her, suck her, and breathe her in, working my face against her opening until she’s smothering my senses.

Yes.

Goddammit, yes.

I know what a greedy fuck I am, but this pussy is straight black magic.

I’m spellbound as I wear her down, already drunk on her taste, lashing my tongue against her clit and holding it with my teeth. My fingers delve inside her, finding the soft spot on her wall that makes her tense and hold her breath, hold on until a whimper slips out.

Let go, kitten.

Give it all up for me.

The fight goes out of her as her legs fall open, wider than before.

I don’t have to fight her this time.

My tongue brushes over her in maddening circles, both of us hypnotized.

My body grows harder with every noise she makes, every cry spilling out of her, but I won’t take her like I did last night.

The morning is too gentle, and the long day ahead makes me want to savor this woman, to try to do the impossible and get my fill.

When she’s close, I let up, teasing her with feather-light kisses down her opening. Right before I part her legs and plunge my tongue in her depths.

“Ohh, Miles! Oh—God.”

Even as her nails spear my shoulders, I lavish and soothe her.

I was too rough last night, and this is my apology made flesh.

This is also how I lie to myself, pretending I’m not already hopelessly addicted to this pussy and the alluring siren it’s attached to.

Fuck her for taking over my life.

But fuck me entirely.

I’m the dolt who invited her in, and right now, I can’t fathom ever regretting it.

With a messy whimper, she slings her legs over my shoulders and arches into my strokes. Her breath comes faster, like she only needs the slightest friction.

I’m happy as hell to oblige.

Her fingers tangle in my thick hair, pulling my head closer, begging me to finish her.

Come for me, kitten, I ask without words.

I write my name over her clit with my tongue just as her hips start thrashing.

Then I’m snarling, claiming her with my mouth so fully her scream rips through my house.

We’ll calm the dogs later, who run up to the shut door, barking up a storm and whining.

A brickbat to the face couldn’t tear me off her right now.

And nothing will stop her from being blown to the seven winds.


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