The Bride (The Boss) by Abigail Barnette Page B

exposed skin, and his hot, wet mouth reminded me too keenly of where it had been only minutes before. My clit was swollen and hypersensitive, and with every forward sway of my hips, it raked over his pubic hair and the wide base of his shaft. I strove toward the same peak, was almost there when he released my wrists to grip my hips and surge upward. I gasped, “I’m coming,” and he growled, “Don’t you dare stop until you do,” and then he broke, shouting and digging his fingers into my ass hard as I frantically pumped against him. The hot throb of his twitching cock inside me brought me over, and I ground on him, riding every last wave of pleasure as he muffled pained groans.  
    Finally, he stopped me, panting comically and holding my hips in place and begging through clenched teeth, “Don’t move, don’t—”
    “I shouldn’t get off of you?” I asked, rising up a little, and his sharp inhalation strangled on the way in. The point of my tongue slid from one canine tooth to the other as I regarded him maliciously and dropped suddenly back down. “Turnabout is fair play. You do this to me all the time. Torturing my poor, sensitive body right after I’ve orgasmed. You deserve to know what it feels like.”
    Neil grimaced and held his breath until it appeared there would be no further torture. “Careful, you might inspire me to empathy. And then I’d have to stop doing that to you all the time.”
    I leaned my head on his shoulder and breathed in the smell of his sweat and his skin. I nuzzled against him and sighed contentedly. “I didn’t think you’d ever top Paris.”
    “Well, in the absence of sex toys, I find a marriage proposal often does the trick.” He chuckled sleepily. I never felt so protected and sure of my place in the world as when I was in his arms.
    My eyes slid closed, and I almost fell asleep right there in his lap, but something stirred in my brain. I sat up, and he slipped from my body with a little sigh of relief. I took his face in my hands. “I have an idea.”
    “I fear I am finished for the night, darling,” he said wryly. “I am still recovering from a very traumatic transplant.”
    I snorted. “No, you pervert. I think we should stay here a few more days.”
    We were supposed to leave the evening of the second, and I knew Neil was already panicking about the thought of missing that first day he could go back to work. I saw the sharp spike of fear in his eyes, like I’d just told him I was considering canceling his birthday.
    “Think about it,” I went on quickly. “We can leave Sunday night, you can be back on Monday. Do you really want your first day back in the office to be on a Friday? You’d be so frustrated.”
    “That’s true,” he said cautiously. “But I feel like the longer I delay…”
    “Your company will still be around when you get back. Porteras and Auto Watch will still be around. Let’s just spend a few extra days together.” I chewed my bottom lip as I watched him consider. “We just got engaged. Let’s enjoy the moment, before we have to go back to reality. Please. For me.”
    He sighed, and I knew from the sound of it that I had won. “I can’t say no to a damned thing you truly want, do you know that?”
    “I do.” I leaned my cheek against his neck. “And you know it’s the same for me.”
    “Come on,” he said, patting my bottom. “Let’s go up to bed.”
    Snuggled beneath the thick blankets, I toyed with the ring around my finger. I lifted my hand, and I could still see the stones glittering, even in the dark. It was a nice ring, but it paled in comparison to the other gift he’d given me tonight. Neil was worth a thousand times more than any diamond, no matter the cost.
    His lips brushed my shoulder, and his arm tightened over my waist. “I can never sell this place now, you know. It’s the place where I proposed, there’s too much sentimental value.”
    I smirked to myself and wriggled down closer to him. “So, I got