In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 296

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly. He sprang free, thick and hard, and her breath caught. She'd never thought she would enjoy this, but she did… she loved what she could do to him. And she loved the way he looked down at her, all controlled power and raw need, it just made her pulse race.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice rough. "Now let's use that mouth for something useful."

She wrapped her fingers around him, testing the weight and heat of him in her palm first… not using her mouth just yet

Her thumb traced over the tip, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him that sent heat spiraling through her core. The power of it all, made her bold.

"Like this?" she whispered, leaning forward to press her lips against him, just a slight contact that made his grip in her hair tighten.

"Fuck, Keira." The words came out strangled. "Stop playing games."

She smiled against him, feeling wicked. Her tongue darted out, tasting him with deliberate slowness, the salty taste and smell of him made her want more. His hips jerked forward involuntarily.

"Patience," she murmured, echoing his earlier command back at him.

His laugh was dark and strained. "You're going to regret being a tease."

"Promise?"

The challenge in her voice made something dangerous flash in his eyes. His hand fisted tighter in her hair, controlling the angle of her head.

"Open," he ordered, voice rough with barely contained restraint.

She parted her lips, meeting his gaze as she took him into her mouth. The taste of him flooded her senses. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, a sound that sent liquid heat pooling between her thighs, she was so wet.

"That's it," he breathed, "Just like that."

She worked him slowly at first, enjoying the texture and feel of him. The way his breathing changed when she hollowed her cheeks. The sharp hiss when she used her teeth just barely, that made his hips stutter.

"Deeper," he commanded, his voice rough with need. "Take more of me."

She obeyed, relaxing her throat as she took him further. The stretch was intense, overwhelming, but the broken curse that fell from his lips made pride bloom in her chest. She was doing this to him. She was the one making him lose it. With this she was in control.

"Jesus, Keira." His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips swollen and slick. "You like that?" she asked, pumping him with her hand while she caught her breath.

"You know I do." His thumb traced her bottom lip, still glistening. "But you're not done yet."

"Christ," he breathed, looking down at her with something like amazement. "You're incredible."

She sat back on her heels, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Up," he commanded, his voice still rough but already regaining that dangerous edge. "Stand up."

Keira rose on unsteady legs, as he caught her waist, steadying her, but his touch wasn't gentle. It was possessive.

"My turn," he murmured against her ear, moving her over to the bed.

His hands moved to her shoulders, fingers hooking under the straps of her bra. He dragged them down her arms. The cups fell away, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"Beautiful," he breathed, palms cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over the peaks until they hardened under his touch. He reached behind her, fingers working the clasp with ease. The bra fell to the floor, forgotten. His hands immediately returned to her waist.

"These too." His fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties; the black lace already damp with her arousal.

He peeled them down her legs, and she stepped out of them, pulse racing. But instead of tossing them aside, he brought the fabric to his face, inhaling deeply. The sound he made was pure male satisfaction.