In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 260

"Alexei," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.

He gave attention to first one breast, then the other, his tongue creating sensations that shot straight to her core. She'd never been particularly sensitive there, but under his skill, every touch felt electric. She felt her core fill with heat and flood in readiness.

Her hands explored the broad expanse of his shoulders, memorizing the feel of warm skin over hard muscle. When her fingers found the waistband of his pants, he caught her wrists gently.

"Let me," he murmured, his voice rough with want. "Let me take care of you first."

Before she could protest, he was sliding down her body, pressing kisses to her ribs, her stomach. His hands worked the dress down her hips, taking it with him as he moved lower. Soon she was naked beneath him, vulnerable and exposed in a way that should have terrified her.

She didn't, she felt powerful. The way he looked at her, touched her, worshipped her with his mouth and hands, made her feel like a goddess.

When his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she trembled. He was taking his time, building anticipation with soft kisses and gentle touches that had her writhing beneath him. He would come so close to her core before moving away. He was being a tease.

"Please," she whispered, not caring how desperate she sounded.

He looked up at her, eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you want."

Heat flooded her cheeks, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "You. I want you."

"Let go," he murmured against her skin. "I've got you."

The gentle command was her undoing. The orgasm crashed over her like a wave, stealing her breath and making her vision blur. She cried out his name, grateful her hand was over her mouth, her body convulsing with pleasure inside and out as he worked her through it with gentle strokes of his tongue.

When the tremors finally subsided, she lay boneless beneath him, chest heaving. He pressed soft kisses to her thighs, her stomach, working his way back up her body until he was lying beside her again.

"That was..." she started, then trailed off, unable to find words.

"Just the beginning," he promised, his hand stroking her hair.