Page 545 of Manhattan Bossholes

I chuckled. “We have all night.”

She frowned for an instant.

“I mean…we have forever.”

With that she placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled me down to her, kissing me hungrily. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, gently so I didn’t crush her with my weight.

“I’ve missed this,” she moaned, arching against me as we kissed. “I’ve missed you.”

Our lips and tongues played gently, then with more insistence as the pressure between my legs started to build. I couldn’t help grinding against her.

Natalie giggled and bucked her hips against me. “I’ve missed that too.”

I pulled back slightly, cocking an eyebrow at her. “You said you wanted to kiss…”

“Why should I have to pick? What kind of multitasker are you?” she teased with a grin. She locked her legs behind my back. “It’s time for you to fuck me, James Branson.”

“I’d prefer it if we made love.”

“Again, how about both?” she asked.

It was as if she’d fired a starter pistol. Every bit of calm I’d been pretending to have fell away as I curled her hair around my fist and tugged, then dropped my mouth to her neck.

“Hello, vampire,” she said and giggled.

“You don’t even know how badly I want to devour you,” I growled, pulling away so that my hands could trace over her curves.

Natalie fell back against the bed and gave me a come hither look that nearly drove me wild, biting her lip and watching me through lowered lids. “Strip for me. Make it sexy.”

“Absolutely not,” I shot back. “I’m getting you naked first, you saucy little minx.”

Her eyes went wide. “You have been reading Erin Woodley!”

I didn’t answer her. I knelt next to the bed and pulled off her sneakers and socks, then worked my way up to the waistband of her leggings.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” she squeaked as I peeled them off.

“I see that,” I said, using my foot to finish getting them off of her as I knelt on the ground and dove between her legs.

“James.” She sighed as my tongue explored her soft folds. “You don’t always have to…”

Her words faded to a whisper as I pushed my tongue against her clit.

“I love the way you taste,” I murmured, sliding a finger inside her. “I’ve missed this pussy.”

Natalie squirmed as I worshiped her with my mouth. I could tell that she was torn between trying to get me to stop and being unable to resist what I was doing to her. My tongue worked her sensitive nub as my finger slid in and out, and I knew by her breathing and fluttery contractions on my finger that she was getting close.

My cock was straining against my jeans as I tongued her. If I could live between her legs I would. Natalie was perfect, and more importantly, she was mine.

I increased the pressure of the little circles I was making against her. Then I heard it…the catch in her breathing that let me know she was at the edge of the precipice, about to give in to me. I flattened my tongue against her and lapped harder, and within seconds she unraveled, her cries filling the room. I kept at it as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, and didn’t stop until she shifted slightly away.

I rested my head on her thigh as her panting evened out, my hand gently stroking her breast. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always,” she sighed. Natalie propped herself up on her elbow. “Fuck me. Now.”

I rarely took orders from anyone, but this was one I was more than willing to follow.

Natalie was still in her T-shirt and sports bra, so she pulled them off while I practically ripped my clothing off and slid on a condom. I crawled across the bed to her as she playfully backed away.