Page 64 of Dirty Boss

My hands swept down her body. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the perfect shape of her. I touched the mole above her left hip and the stripes of white stretch marks that shone on her thighs when she spread them open. Beautiful woman.

I couldn’t help my groan when I entered her. Couldn’t help the catch in my breath when I was seated to the hilt. Her eyes were wide, her pupils blown out. My palm landed on the bednext to her head, and her hands swept over my shoulders to curl around my neck.

I kissed her and pulled back. “No other man touches you while you’re with me,” I repeated.

Her eyes sparkled, and then she gasped when I thrust into her.

“Say it, Alba.” I punctuated my sentence with another thrust. Her lips fell open, her thighs pressing against my haunches. I brushed my lips against hers and stilled. “I need to hear it,” I said, voice low.

Her eye roll was pure sass, but some of the tension that had tightened her muscles earlier eased beneath me. She tilted her hips and took me deeper, her fingertips playing over the nape of my neck.

“Only you,” she whispered.

“No one else gets to touch you.”

“No one else gets to touch me—oh!”

Points of pain on the backs of my shoulders where her fingernails dug in. The gratifying gasp that fell from her lips. A perfect moment.

“You belong to me, Alba,” I said in a low voice, and I knew I was pushing it. Knew that this headstrong woman wouldn’t take too much more of this kind of talk, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her for myself. I wanted her to belong to me, mind, body, and soul. I wanted her to know it.

Alba surprised me by relaxing, her face easing into a soft smile as I drove my cock into her the way I knew she wanted it. “I belong to you,” she whispered, eyes on mine, hands gripping, hips rocking.

I could’ve come right then, just from her saying those words to me with that look in her eyes. Instead, I dipped my head and kissed her, hard and wet, and then got to work.

My woman needed her mind cleared. She needed me to chase away all the demons that plagued her. She needed to be fucked hard and fast and dirty, so that all that was left was her and me and pleasure.

TWENTY-ONE

ALBA

I wokefrom the best sleep of my life with Vaughn’s arm around me, his body a warm wall at my back. His hand was moving gently, palm spread on my upper abdomen, thumb brushing the underside of my breast. His cock was hard.

“Did you even sleep?” I asked, groggy, a smile in my voice. I wiggled my butt so he knew I was teasing.

“I slept plenty,” he replied, voice full of gravel. His hand moved to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger tweaking my nipple. I sighed into the touch, eyes closing again, wanting this moment to last forever.

“Want you just like this,” Vaughn rasped as he pressed a kiss below my ear. “Soft and relaxed.”

“Mm?”

His hand slid down my stomach and between my legs. He groaned at the wetness he found there, and I leaned my upper back into his chest.

“Don’t move, princess,” he told me. “Let me have you just like this.”

I let my body relax against his. The light from the windows was soft, and it was easy to keep my eyes closed as his handmoved between my legs, circling my clit, sending sparks through my thighs.

It was hard to believe it had only been about twelve hours since we’d come together the first time. I felt closer to Vaughn than I had to anyone else in a long time. Even with James, I realized, there had been some space between us. The pause when the check at a restaurant arrived, and I had to dig through my purse while James sat back and watched. The way he’d make me wait for his text messages, even though he was always on his phone. The way he’d rolled away from me that last time and kicked me out of his bed.

It had been agony when it happened, when he made it clear that there’d been no love on his side.

With Vaughn, it was different. He’d met me at my lowest—and he still wanted me. He still wantedonlyme. When had a man—or anyone—wanted me even when I couldn’t give them anything? With James, I’d been the holder of the purse strings. With Cole, I’d been the gateway to respectability in the upper echelons of society. I’d been the bridge to make his father happy after the estrangement they’d gone through.

But with Vaughn, I was just…me. Terrifying. Wonderful.

“You going to let me in?” Vaughn asked, sleep still muffling his voice, his hand still moving slowly, leisurely, between my legs.

I hummed, shifting against him. Slight pressure from his palm told me he wanted me to spread my legs. I lifted my top knee, and Vaughn’s breath gusted out as he dipped his finger just inside me.