Big Bad Boss – Moon Mad (Werewolves of Wall Street #2) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: Lee Savino
Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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“No.” Her answer has that soft quality she takes on when she’s telling some truth about herself she wasn’t sure she wanted to reveal. I’ve come to love this particular sound from her. Especially because I don’t hear it that often.

I decide perhaps the ruler is too much, though. Madison loves sexual dominance, but I don’t think she’s a pain slut. I use my hand instead, delivering a flurry of spanks that make her gasp and jerk. When I’ve turned her ass pink, I stop and rub again.

“That’s for wearing this dress to a work function. I’m going to be gritting my teeth all night over the fact that men you work with are seeing you in it.”

“You’re the only man I work with,” she reminds me, which gives me a small measure of satisfaction.

I trail my finger along the cleft of her ass until my fingertip comes in contact with the little pucker of her back hole. “I still haven’t taken you here.” I circle it lightly.

She squeezes it closed. “I-I don’t think tonight’s, um, the right night–”

My laugh interrupts her. I kick her feet wider. “Agreed. The office doesn’t seem like the right place. Which brings me to my next complaint.” I give her pussy a light spank, and she gasps. “I need you naked. And in a bed.”

I spank her pussy again, and she shivers. I deliver a series of short, light spanks to her clit, my fingers meeting wetness with each slap.

She doesn’t offer me a response. No refusal, but no acceptance, either.

I unbutton my trousers and free my Washington Monument-sized erection. “And that’s why you don’t get to come tonight.”

“What?” She tries to straighten, but I hold her down.

“You heard me.” I drag the head of my cock through her juices. “I’m not satisfied with your performance, Madison. I’m docking your pay.” I ease in.

A frustrated laugh tumbles from her lips. “Are you paying me in orgasms?”

“Not tonight.” I feed every inch into her tight channel, then ease back and press forward again.

“Brick!”

I chuckle at her shocked protest because she doesn’t use my first name often. It’s sweet to hear it now. When I start to move inside her my eyes roll back in my head at the relief. The ecstasy. This is exactly where I need to be. Right now. Every day. Every moment of every day. This is the only time I get a break from the constant pressure my wolf applies.

I take my time, savoring every stroke. Closing my eyes and breathing in her Frankincense and orange scent. I register every sensation acutely. The sound of her panting breaths. The squeeze of her internal muscles around my dick. The slide of her body across my desk.

Soon the sensations overwhelm me. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. I wrap an arm around her waist, so I don’t bruise her hips against the wood and buck hard against her soft ass, thrusting deep.

“Don’t come, Madison,” I warn as I pick up the tempo.

“I will.”

My beautiful, disobedient assistant. She rests on her forearms, her hair swinging forward and back with each brutal thrust.

“Madison.” I use my stern boss voice. Heat flushes every inch of my skin. My quads tighten and jerk. Balls draw up. “Do. Not. Come.”

“Or what?” She wants a consequence.

I adlib, trying to think of something she might care about. “Or I won’t let you go to the holiday party.”

I hear her scoff of injustice, and I know I picked the right threat. She whimpers and lowers her head to the desk, holding very still, like she’s forcing herself not to enjoy it.

I smile, thrusting hard, on the verge of reaching completion.

My wolf tries to hold me back, pissed that I’m not satisfying the female he believes is our mate. It takes me another moment to work through that block, but when I come, it’s incredible. Fireworks explode outside the window. Or maybe just in my mind. Alpha power pours from me into her, like my wolf is trying to anoint her with my essence. Mark her as mine in a different way.

She whimpers again, like she’s in pain.

I don’t feel like gloating or reminding her that this is how I will feel all night with her walking around in that dress.

No, I simply can’t take it. Her pain is mine.

“Good girl.” I reach around the front of her hips and find her clit. I touch it very lightly. “You can come now, beautiful.” I breathe the words against her ear.

She whimpers one more time and squirms, seeking release. I increase the pressure on her clit, making a tiny circle around it, and she comes–hard. Her muscles squeeze my cock and wring a second mini-orgasm out of me.

I stay buried inside her for a few moments, and she collapses over the desk, her cheek pressed against the polished wood.


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