“Take your panties off now,” he whispered up at me.
“What’s the magic word, sir?”
“Now,” he growled, as he pulled me toward him. I laughed. “Abby.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Take off your panties.”
“I guess I will. But only because you’re the boss,” I said as I slipped my panties down my legs,
He sat up, his eyes filled with lust. “You are so sexy. I am so hard right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” I lifted my chin in challenge. “So what do you want me to do now?”
“Get on the bed.”
“Okay.”
“And I want you to sit on my face.”
“What?” I hadn’t been expecting that
He grinned wickedly. “I want you to sit on my face.”
“But—”
“But nothing.”
“I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“Trust me, you won’t,” he said as he pulled me on top of him.
I was sitting on his chest now and I slid up until my pussy was right below his mouth and resting on his chin. He grabbed my hips and shifted me further and I leaned forward crying out as I felt his tongue on my pussy. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. I rocked my hips back and forth as he fucked me with his tongue. And he just kept going and going. It felt like hours, but could only have been a minute or so before I felt myself trembling and starting to come. He licked me furiously, groaning beneath me, before he pushed me down slightly. His face was wet with my juices and he grinned up at me.
“Take off my shirt,” he said.
I undid his shirt quickly and pulled it off of him.
“Now my pants.”
I undid his belt and then pulled his trousers down. His cock was rock hard and I licked my lips as I grabbed the top of his briefs.
“Did I say to take them down yet?”
“No, but—”
“Who’s the boss, remember, Abby?”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes.
“I know you’re not rolling your eyes at me, miss.”
“What are you going to do about it, Mr. McAllister?” I teased.
“You’ll see,” he said. “Now take off my briefs.”
I pulled off his briefs eagerly and watched as his large cock sprang free.
“Sit on my cock,” he said.
“But—”
“But nothing. Slide right on it and sit on my cock,” he said. “I want to feel myself all the way inside of you. I want you to ride me, and don’t stop.”
I got onto his lap and positioned his cock between my leg, moving my hips forward slightly so I could slide on top of him. He held me by the waist and lifted me up slightly and then brought me down hard. I moaned out loud at the feeling of all of him inside of me, and I started moving up and down. He threw his head back and moved his hands to my breasts, playing with my nipples as I rode him.
“Don’t stop,” he growled. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
I increased my pace so that I was bouncing on top of him faster and faster.
“Fuck yes. Oh, Abby, don’t stop,” he moaned.
My entire body was trembling with desire as I slammed up and down. I was close to coming again.
“I love you, Abby,” he said. “I will always love you. Always, always.”
I leaned down and I kissed him hard. I was lying on top of him now, and he gripped my ass, moving me back and forth on his cock. He slipped in and out of me easily. I was so wet. And then I felt his body stilling before he slammed into me a couple more times and filled me up with his hot, warm seed.
I cried out as I felt myself coming as well and I bounced up and down on him a few more times before finally collapsed on top of him. He kissed me slowly and passionately and held me to him as we lay there.
“I love you, Abby,” he whispered in my ear.
I stared into his eyes. I could see the love shining through. Mr. McAllister was the best boss I could ever have had, but I was never going to tell him that.
“I love you too, Dylan.” I grinned at him. “Even if you are the worst boss ever.”
He rubbed my ass and winked at me. “I’ll show you what the worst boss ever does,” he says as he slapped me on the ass. I felt his fingers between my legs, and I gasped as I felt his fingers prodding areas that had never been touched before.
“Dylan, what are you doing?”
“Ah, you’ll see,” he said with a small smile. “I may be your boss, but I can also be your teacher as well.” He grinned at me and held me close.
And as I lay there in his arms, I knew that there was no one else that I would want to be a teacher in my life other than him.
He was everything to me and I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
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“Did it hurt?” The saxophone player approached me backstage.
“Did what hurt?” I looked up from the scheduling book I was going through.
“The fall from heaven.” He grinned as he leaned towards me and I faked a laugh. Steve Dillon was one of the best saxophone players in the city. He was always a big draw at the jazz club and I couldn’t afford to alienate him.
“Just a little bit.” I grinned, flipping my long black hair back. I watched as he tried to stare down my top. “Isn’t your break nearly done? The next set is about to start.”
“Go out with me, Emma.” He chuckled. “Or at least hook me up with one of your hot friends.”
“Well, Isabella and Abby have boyfriends now.” I shook my head. “And Emma and I aren’t looking.”
“Pity.” He licked his lips and grabbed a reed from his pocket and started licking it. “I’m not looking to be a boyfriend though. It can be a mutually beneficial pleasure thing.”
“I don’t think so.” I shook my head, trying not to roll my eyes. Why did men think that was such an attractive option? Didn’t they know that we women could pleasure ourselves if the need was too great.
“Well let me know if you change your mind.” His eyes were no longer on me. They were on his next set and his saxophone, which was how it should be. Working at a jazz club had taught me to never date a jazz musician. They were married to their instruments, practice and performing. A woman would always come last to those things. And while I hadn’t been lying, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, I would also never date a jazz musician. Or any musician for that matter. But frankly I had bigger problems to worry about right now. Cody Remington was coming to town and I had no idea how I was going to get out of it. Cody was a military man I’d been writing to for the last couple of years. And it had been great. He felt like one of my best friends, but the issue was he didn’t really know exactly who I was.
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Acknowledgments
A huge thank you to my several valued members of my ARC team: Penny Leidecker, Sarah Milun, Kelly Gunn, Michelle Dickson, Laura Coopey, and Kim McDonnell. Thank you for diligently going through my book and helping me find the errors that my editor and I missed.