Boss On A Leash: A Single Dad Billionaire Romance Kara Hart (100 books to read .TXT) 📖

stroke down. He’s so fucking hard. “Yeah? Is that why you’re pulling out all the stops tonight? Because you wanted to play a little with the dirty girl?”

This is so wrong. But I’m so turned on I have to pretend to turn away. His breath tickles my ear as he comes back down.

“Yep,” he says. “Staged this whole thing just to get laid. Pretty good plan, right?”

I shrug as I coil my thighs around his waist, locking him in place. “Pretty good,” I say. “But you haven’t asked me my plan yet.”

This time, his eyes narrow. “Let me guess. Take all my money and run. It’s a good plan, albeit overdone.”

“I’m glad you think that. Because that wasn’t my plan.”

He lifts up. “Hm...”

I’ve got him by the balls, literally. I pull him back down. “I plan on getting the money through the kid.”

He chuckles. “You’re both going to take off running, aren’t you?”

Teasing a finger against his chest, I nod.

In one swift move, he lifts my legs around his neck. “Gives me a lot of free time.”

My laughter quickly ceases as he teases a finger around my clit, slowly swiveling down, around the outer edges of my lips. He kisses my pelvis, right above an awkward patch of razor burn. I moan and close my eyes, dying from the anticipation.

“Mm,” he growls.

There’s no need to run off with his money. With his head buried between my legs, I think I like my options here better. This is bliss.

He pushes one finger inside me, bending. I groan, reaching down to hold his hand. My hips push against him.

“This is what I want. Forever,” he says.

“Yes,” I moan.

What does he really think about me? Does he love me? Forever isn’t a word I take lightly. I’ve had people say it to me before. Months down the road, they’re telling me they can’t fathom staying with anyone forever. The typical bullshit.

“Do you mean it?” I ask.

Looking up, he kisses my pussy. Endlessly, teasing me. Then, working his tongue across my clit, he takes his mouth away from me and says, “If there’s one thing you can say about me, it’s that I’m honest.”

My smile returns, and my eyes close. I’m spinning as his finger teases its way past my lips, carrying his expert tongue along with it. I rejected love because the love I felt didn’t feel so good anymore. This is so different. He is everything I’ve been waiting for in a man.

Drunk from this feeling he gives me, as well as the feeling his tongue gives me, I know just what I want. I want his mouth. I want his cock. And, of course, I want a little tiny piece of his heart.

A gentle motion rocks my hips back and forth. He slides in another finger, disappearing down to the knuckle. Arching them against my g-spot, he makes me rise and dig my heels against the glass. My endorphins take over, and I just let myself go until his whole mouth is fastened around my pussy, sucking both my clit and lips, while he slides in and out with his fingers.

This is a professional pussy eater. I’m a little afraid of what comes next.

While I’m absorbing the new feelings he’s given me, a third finger presents itself. When he slides it in with ease, I find myself panting and saying the most unthinkable things.

“More,” I moan. “Eat this pussy. Come on. Harder.”

It’s crazy. So crazy that it’s right.

I draw my fingers into the back of his hair and move him in gentle motions. I’m so close to losing it that my lower half feels like it’s floating on an electrified lake of ecstasy. When he pushes deeper, I nearly melt.

“Don’t stop,” I grunt. “Never stop.”

“You’re so beautiful,” he grunts.

“Yes.”

“So fucking gorgeous.”

“Mm… Fuck,” I grunt.

His tongue is exploring. Oh, God. Is it moving lower? What’s he doing? His tongue is officially on my asshole.

This feels… incredible?

“Come for me,” he whispers.

My pleasure is building. I’m shaking, and I can’t stop it. I’m going to lose control. As my legs spread like a butterfly, I feel my pulse slip into a wave of pleasure, like it’s trying to leap from my heart to my pussy. My legs grip for a second, then my knees buckle, and it’s like I’m floating away.

I can’t speak. I can only feel the pleasure soak as he rises to meet me with a sweet kiss.

More endorphins envelope me. My body kicks forward and back, but Marc has me in his grip, and he’s staring into my eyes like he’s some kind of hero. Well, he’s my hero. I don’t want to lose this. I can’t.

It’s too much. I adore him now. Every insecurity comes out, and they all seem so heightened. But then a second wave hits me. It’s so strong, it knocks my jaw open and lays me down, flat.

And for a while, I’m just floating. I’m thinking about the life we could have together. Everything is possible when we’re working at this. It’s not the first time I’ve felt this way, but it’s hopefully the first time it really sticks.

When I come back to Earth, Marc brings his arm around my back. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue as we kiss. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

I can’t look away. It’s just not an option now.

Feeling insatiable, I drop to the floor. My hair is matted and wild, but I don’t care. I reach out, brushing my hand against his leg, slowly curving it up toward his dick. As I lower over his pelvis, I’m so close to him, and all I want to do is please him now.

I take hold of his shaft. The skin at his base so hard and unyielding. Having it right in front of my mouth is a bit unnerving. But I am determined, using my hand to pump up and down.

He jolts, moaning, as I cradle his shaft with one hand and cup his balls