Off Limits: New for 2018! A hot boss romance story that takes love to the limit. Perfect for fans of Darker!. Clare Connelly
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Автор: Clare Connelly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474071093
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‘Yeah, right,’ I mutter, hoping it sounds more convincing to him than it does to me. ‘I’ve been sitting in my office pining for you every day. One kiss and I’ve been writing your name in my notebook with little love hearts around it.’
I roll my eyes for good measure and so miss the moment he narrows his.
Jack isn’t a man to be mocked. I know that, but honestly I wasn’t intending to goad him. And yet I’m in no way surprised when his mouth crashes down on mine—for real this time, nothing phantom about it.
His hands pull through my hair, letting it out of the bun I looped it into earlier this morning. His fingers fist around it, holding my head under his so that his mouth has full access to me. And he plunders me. There’s no other way to describe it. His mouth is a weight on mine and his tongue is angry.
Fierce heat pools between my legs.
He pulls on my hair as his mouth pushes mine, bending me backwards until my spine is on the conference table.
‘Did you miss me?’ It’s a demand now, as he separates my legs and stands between them.
His cock is hard. I can feel it and unconsciously I writhe lower, trying to press myself against him, to connect myself to him.
His laugh is a dark imitation of the sound. ‘Not now.’
It’s a gruff warning, but insanity is cutting across me. I need him. If I don’t have him I am going to scream. Sense is gone. Rational thought impossible. Even my brain seems to have momentarily forgotten itself.
I’m wearing a grey woollen dress and he rubs his hand over my breast, cupping it, holding me tight as his fingers graze my nipple. The fabric of the dress is coarse and the friction is unbearable.
His kiss is an insufficient prelude. I need so much more.
‘More?’ he murmurs, and I realise I must have spoken aloud.
He pushes my dress up my legs, and groans when he connects with the lace tops of my stockings. He digs a finger under one of my suspenders and then snaps it, hard, so that I make a sound of complaint. It’s quickly muffled by a groan of pleasure as his fingers find my panties, pulling them roughly down my legs.
He stares at me and I wonder if I look as wanton as I feel. Hair tumbling around me like a golden halo, face pink, dress hitched up around my waist, legs spread around him.
His eyes are mocking as they meet mine. ‘Haven’t missed me, huh?’
I know I should say something sassy, pithy. Put him in his place. If his hard-on is anything to go by he’s missed me, too. Or fantasised about me, at least.
‘Like a hole in the head,’ I murmur, but it’s lacking spark.
He laughs, his hands firm around my calves as he spreads my legs wider, and before I can anticipate what he’s going to do he brings his mouth down on me, running his tongue across my opening, lashing me with that same intensity he’s just kissed me with. He pummels me, his tongue flicks my clit, and I am crumbling. I arch my back and stretch my arms over my head, my whole body trembling as wave after wave of need builds inside me. I’m so close to coming that I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself crying out.
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