Page 23 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

“Maybe.”

“Maybe you’re all talk,” I quip.

“Oh, I see how it’s going to be. Alright then. Have it your way.” He crawls onto the bed. “Lean back up.”

Once he’s prone on the mattress, he pats his chest. “Bring that needy, dripping pussy back over here and let me take care of it.”

“You want me to sit on your face?” I ask.

“Do you need me to draw you a diagram?”

“I sure hope not,” I say.

“Then yes, get over here and smother my face with that juicy cunt of yours.”

Once I’ve straddled his chest, he does the rest of the work. He grabs my thighs and pulls me down to his mouth. “Ride my face, Mia. Let your pussy boss me around.”

“I had no idea you talked like this,” I muse. Then his tongue slides inside me, and my eyes cross. “Of course, if you spoke like this at the office, there would be lawsuits. So many lawsuits.”

I rock against him, and it only seems to turn him on more. He tightens his grip on my thighs as he fucks me harder with his tongue, then licks up through my folds, circling my clit.

“Lawsuits would give Thorne something to do, though.”

“Baby, you can talk all you want through sex, but if you bring up my best friend’s name again, I’m going to have to spank you.”

“Gingerbread!” I shriek.

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought. Now, would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please, you’re totally going to make me come like this.”

“That was my plan.”

He goes back to my pussy and now he’s even more focused. He squeezes my ass while he circles my clit with his tongue. When he sucks that little bundle of nerves into his mouth, I come so hard I think I lose my vision for a minute.

“Oh my God,” I wheeze. Then I fall onto the mattress next to him. “Have your way with me. I have no feeling left in my legs, and I might be able to smell toast.”

“Are you having a stroke?” he asks.

“Unclear. But I have decided that out of the two of us, you are the one who needs a sticker chart with all the gold stars.”

He laughs. “We can make that happen.”

“I want you,” I whisper, opening to him again. My whole body aches for it, for him. “Now.”

Ford presses his forehead to mine like he needs the contact to stay upright. His chest heaves against mine. “Condom,” he rasps. “I didn’t plan… this. I’ll find one. Or I’ll go to the store. Tell me what you want, Mia, and that’s what we do.”

God. He’d stop for me. He’d run into the night just because I asked. Heat pools low in my belly because the power of that—of him putting me first—is almost as heady as his weight against me. I loop my legs around his waist, dragging him closer. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean.”

“I’m clean too,” he promises, eyes searching mine like he’ll only move if I give him permission. “Are you sure? I’ll stop. Just say it.”

I’ve never been more certain of anything. “I’m sure.” I let him see it, steady and unflinching. “Nothing between us.”

The words detonate inside him—I feel it in the way his body tightens, in the reverent sound that escapes him. “Okay.” He kisses me like he’s swearing an oath. “Okay.”

He pushes into me slowly, carefully, like he’s protecting me even from pleasure. The stretch steals my breath; my nails bite into his shoulders. He stops immediately, grounding himself, eyes locked on mine.

“Christ, Mia.” His voice is torn, reverent. “You feel… created just for me. Made specifically to ruin me.”