Bossy - N.R. Walker Page 0,2

on the short walk over, and I was kinda glad. I didn’t want to ruin it. So far it was all mystery and heat. Small talk would have ruined the game.

I let us into my apartment and threw my keys onto the counter.

“Nice place,” he said. But he didn’t even look around, and I was pretty sure he hadn’t noticed the view of the harbour out the window. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me.

I shucked out of my jacket and threw it over the back of the leather couch, and it was like I’d waved a red flag at a bull.

In three long strides, he crossed the floor and took my face in his hands and kissed me. He walked me backwards until I was pressed up against the back of the couch, his body against mine, his tongue in my mouth.

Hell. Fucking. Yes.

I let him kiss me, invade my mouth, press his hard cock against me. His boots were no exaggeration, let me tell you. My knees went weak with desire, with pleasure. I broke the kiss to breathe, to speak.

“Bedroom.”

He smiled, and when I took his hand, he followed me down the hall. In my room, I toed out of my shoes and began undoing my shirt as I walked over to the bedside table. I threw a bottle of lube and some condoms on the bed, and he was standing there, staring at me. Dark eyes, kiss-swollen lips, sex on fucking legs.

I undid another button on my shirt. “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Thoroughly. For hours.”

The heat in his eyes darkened, his lips parted, his chest rose and fell. He kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, revealing his well-muscled and tanned torso.

Christ.

I managed to get out of my shirt before his hands were on me, skimming across all the bare skin he could touch. His mouth found mine and he pulled me in, rough, and so help me God, there was nothing I liked more than being manhandled in bed.

I pulled at the button and zip of his jeans and shoved my hand in to grip his cock.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed, stepping back so I could look down.

So not only was the size of his boots no lie whatsoever, but I was beginning to wonder if I’d bitten off more than I could chew. So to speak.

He was big.

He chuckled. “Still want it for hours?”

Motherfucker.

I managed to catch my breath. “God, yes.”

He gripped my face, none too softly. “I will make it good for you.” Then he crashed his mouth to mine, kissing me deep and hard until I melted against him.

He pushed my suit pants down and I took care of his jeans, and when we were finally naked, he walked me backwards until I hit my bed. He followed me onto the covers, kissing my neck, my ear, my mouth. He gripped my thigh and lifted my leg, then lowered his weight onto me.

Sweet mother of God.

His hands, his mouth, his body, his huge fucking cock . . . I was going to expire. I rolled my hips and tried to angle his bare cock closer to where I needed him.

He chuckled. “Impatient?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I said. I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. He was here for sex and I wanted it. Like I was going to die if he wasn’t inside me . . .

Chuckling, he kneeled and flipped me over like I was an inflatable sex toy. Hell yes. By the time I untangled my arms and legs, he slid a slick thumb across my arsehole and pressed it into me.

I breathed into the bedcovers. “Fuck.”

He leaned over me and whispered hot in my ear at the same time as he slipped in a second finger. “This what you want?”

I groaned. “Yessss.”

He kissed my shoulders, the back of my neck, behind my ear while he fucked me with his fingers for a long time. Long enough for me to start rocking back, searching for more. He chuckled and pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me slumped on the bed, writhing for it.

Bastard.

I heard him rip open a condom and the snap of the lube bottle lid, and then he was back with more lube and more fingers. “Need more,” I ground out.

Then he kneed my thighs apart and pressed the fat head of his cock against my hole. “Be careful what you wish for,” he murmured right before he sank into