Page 52 of Manhattan Bossholes

“Ready when you are,” she said in a low voice.

I had to steady myself, because the sight of her naked from the waist up, looking at me with those eyes, left me totally unbalanced.

And even harder, if that was possible.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll try a different lotion for this series.” My voice sounded strained, too tight.

I grabbed a bottle and walked to where Piper was waiting for me. The sound of the cap flipping open was like a crack of thunder.

“Ready?” I asked.

She nodded, and I let the liquid drip down the center of her back, watching as it made its slow descent along her spine. The sight of it made my throat dry. This one was a light pink, and it came alive as I massaged it across her supple skin. I pushed my fingertips against her, starting at her shoulders and working my way down her back. Every stroke felt like an indulgence.

Piper cooed and sighed as my hands worked their magic. I had to force myself to keep from letting my fingertips stray as I massaged the sides of her back. Her bare breasts were just inches away—all it would take was a quick slip, and I could cup their weight.

Let my thumb stray to her nipple, to caress and frost it with shimmer.

I stifled a groan, my body pulsing with need.

No, we had a job to do. I cleared my throat and tried to deliver a standard, run-of-the-mill massage on the most beautiful body I’d ever encountered.

But then Piper slowly turned to face me, her hands dropping to her sides, exposing her fully. I could barely breathe, every thought in my head vanishing the moment her gaze locked on mine. The hunger in her eyes matched my own.

I had to fight every instinct to keep from focusing all of my attention on her stunning breasts.

“This is torture,” she whispered, echoing my own thoughts. “Vincent, I want you.”

It was all I needed to hear.

I reached for her, pulling her body against mine, and crushed my mouth against hers, desperate to fully taste her lips.

Piper circled her arms behind my neck and arched closer as we kissed. I felt so wild that it hardly registered I was kissing my topless employee in full view of the bank of windows to our left and with the main door unlocked.

But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the fact that Piper was as hungry for me as I was for her. I’d risk everything for the chance to keep feeling this way.

“C’mere,” I finally said when I managed to stop kissing her for a second, my voice rough with need.

I led her to the area behind the backdrop, where we’d be shielded from the windows and anyone who accidentally walked in on us.

The second we were behind it, we jumped each other again. I couldn’t get enough of her—couldn’t keep my hands off that absurdly soft skin. My kisses strayed down her mouth to her neck, then down to her gorgeous breasts. Thankfully, the glowtion lived up to its marketing promises, and I couldn’t taste a trace of it on her skin.

I took her nipple in my mouth and was rewarded by a sharp inhale from her, like she was surprised and delighted by what my tongue could do.

It made me want to give her more. My mind flashed to where else my mouth could go—down the length of her body, between her legs, tasting her until she shattered beneath me.

I could feel her surrendering to me, writhing in my arms without a hint of inhibition as I moved from one breast to the other, worshipping her. Piper let her hand stray to the bulge pressing against her, rubbing me until I was almost crazy with the need to bury myself inside her, to feel her fully.

We pulled apart at the same moment and started peeling our clothes off like we were racing to see who could get naked first. With just her jeans on, Piper had a head start, so I was forced to stare at her perfect body as I struggled to kick off my shoes and strip.

I remembered the condom in my wallet at the last second and put it on in a hurry while Piper watched me. She’d backed up to an oversized prop box left over from another shoot and sat on it waiting for me, legs parted. I could see the hunger in her eyes, her body practically trembling with the same need that pulsed through me.

I’d never felt so crazed with desire. I stumbled to her, closing the distance between us and pulling her into another kiss. This one was harder, more desperate, as if we both knew we couldn’t wait much longer. My hand dipped between her legs, and I could feel her heat, feel how ready she was for me.

She started grinding against my hand, breaking off the kiss every few seconds to throw her head back and gasp or moan, lost in the moment. The sounds she made were driving me to the brink. I could tell she was close, and I wanted to feel her come apart in my arms.

I slid inside her, and she gasped, her body tightening exquisitely around me.

“Oh my god, you feel perfect,” she breathed into my ear. “Now please, I’m begging you…fuck me.”