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.

fuck,” he breathed.

were too bright, the air too cold, but his mouth was

tongue licked a slow, deliberate line up the

a strangled sound. One of her hands went to the edge of the table

“Luca-”

“You taste better

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

floor so he could finally push them 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

he started to eat her

was so close, watching him on his knees in front of her. So it wasn’t long before she shattered

and slow He changed rhythm every time her hips started to rise, teasing, devouring, tasting her like he was trying to make up for

insides of her thighs.

gone. It was all too much, and she was

and the obscene, wet sound of his mouth on her.

a loud moan when he slipped two

can’t–Luca-” she gasped.

thick, his breath hot

That did it.

scrabbling for purchase on the cold, hard table edge behind her. Her body

never come twice

S

her throat. Sutton was unraveling quickly. She didn’t care if she should feel embarrassed by

held her through

still he didn’t

slow now, like he was calming her down. Kissing her inner thighs. Pressing his

trying to breathe,

was wet with her. His eyes were blown wide, pupils dark. He kissed her like he wanted her

She did.

turned her

hands hit the server table hard. The metal was cold. Her breath fogged the shiny surface. Her dress was still hiked up to her

She

was behind her

of his cock pressing between her legs. She

“Please,” she whispered.

his cock through her wet

the

thick, stretching inch at a time until he

They both groaned.

Sutton,” he hissed.

was intense. The pressure was perfect. She

her with a snap of his hips that