Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 116

Chapter 116

He pulled her closer. It wasn’t forceful. It was more of a desperate need. He had to

touch her. He needed that connection.

One arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head, and then his mouth was on hers.

Hot and fierce. He used his tongue demanding entry to her mouth.

Sutton didn’t resist. She sank into him like a rag doll. Her hands clutched at his shirt, yanking him closer, needing him closer. She didn’t care that this

could be a mistake… She needed him, wanted him.

He tasted like heat and hunger. He was the reason for her scars. Right now, that didn’t matter.

His breath caught when her nails scraped up his chest. She could feel him unraveling already. The same way she was. They had been apart for so long. Too long for their bodies.

She gasped as his mouth broke from hers, sliding to her jaw, then down to her neck. He sucked just under her ear, rough enough to sting, just right enough to make her thighs squeeze together.

“I can’t-” Luca’s voice cracked. “I can’t wait to be good to you. I want, no, I need you. I need to be inside you.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered.

His hands were already under her dress, fingers dragging over the tops of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above her stockings. She had started wearing lace stocking tops as her belly got bigger. Her black cotton panties–nothing fancy, just practical–and they were damp enough now that they stuck to her.

He groaned low in his throat when he felt them. How wet she was, how ready for him.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he rasped. “Just for me.”

She nodded, breath catching. “Yes… Just for you.”

His reaction was visceral. His body jerked forward, a sound low in his throat. He kissed her again, more savage this time. His body pressing her against the cold metal server cabinet behind her, hard enough that she felt the edge bite into her spine.

She didn’t care. She wanted it.

She wanted him however she could get him. She wanted everything they’d left unsaid to pour out of them in touch, not words.

Luca dropped to his knees without another word. She was only slightly shocked by his sudden movement, but then his hands curled around her thighs, lifting one leg over his shoulder.

She wobbled, reached behind her, grabbed the edge of the server cabinet.

He kissed the inside of her knee. Slowly. Then higher. And higher.

He pulled her panties to the side, didn’t bother taking them off yet, just exposed her. Making her groan.

he breathed.

tipped back. The lights overhead were too bright, the air too cold, but his mouth

a slow, deliberate line up the center of her,

the edge of the table for balance; the other buried itself in his

“Luca-”

groaned against her. “You taste

again, long and lazy, then again, and again, until her thighs

down her legs, letting them fall to her ankles, he helped her step out of the wet panties. Before he lifted her leg back on his shoulder

he started to eat

So it wasn’t long before she shattered when he took her

controlled circles, then flattened his tongue and dragged it wide and slow He changed rhythm every time her hips started to rise, teasing, devouring,

scratched the insides of her thighs. Luca’s fingers dug

and she was shocked when her need overtook her

her own pulse thundering in her ears and the obscene,

let out a loud moan when he

she gasped. “I’m

thick, his breath hot against her. “I want you

That did it.

clamping down around his head, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the cold, hard table edge behind her. Her body pulsed around his fingers, slick and messy and

had never come twice

S

She didn’t care if she should feel embarrassed by it. She had read in

held her through

still he

it, soft and slow now, like he was calming her down. Kissing her inner thighs. Pressing his lips to

trying to breathe,

dark.

She did.

he turned

Her breath fogged the shiny surface.

She

was behind her in

back toward him, and she felt the hot weight of his

“Please,” she whispered.

running his cock through her wet folds before

at the sound of his

inside her slowly… one thick, stretching inch at a time until he was buried to

They both groaned.

Sutton,” he hissed.

was intense. The pressure was perfect. She felt

snap of his hips that knocked the air out of