Falling For My Mom’s Boss Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“Wait.”

She sits up, looking scared. Scared of me?

My hands pause. “What is it?”

“I just… this isn’t why I was here. I didn’t come here to be your sex toy. Oh, God. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go this far. I shouldn’t have… I should have…”

I fight my instincts as I slowly lean down, cautioning myself to be careful with my movements. Not that I think she’s some skittish prey. No, it’s me. If I move too quickly, I’ll forget I’m supposed to be a gentleman. I’ll forget she deserves to be treated like the lady she is, not a piece of meat, but telling that to the hunger inside of me is difficult. Gently, I lay my hands on her shoulders.

“Something’s wrong.”

“I just told you what’s wrong,” she counters, but I detect something else in her voice.

“I’m not using you,” I say, getting dangerously close to the truth.

There’s some irony there. The truth’s what I’ve been chasing my entire life.

“This isn’t a…”

A onetime thing, I’m about to say, but then she cuts in.

“Possible,” she snaps. “I can’t just have sex with you. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.”

“Stop apologizing,” I say firmly, “and tell me what’s really going on.”

Suddenly, she stands, brushing me away. I have no choice but to let her go unless I’m going to keep her here by force, which I would never do. If any man tried to force my woman to do anything, there would be consequences. There would be hell.

“Can I get dressed?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

She walks into the next room, leaving me to stare after her, at her bare back and her disheveled skirt. I have to forcibly stop myself from charging after her, sinking my hands into those childbearing hips, dragging her to the bed, and bending her over. Slip my cock between her legs, grind until her round fullness is soaked, and then slide lower to her entrance…

Breathing slowly, I attempt to calm myself. Then I follow her into the next room.

“It’s about my mom,” she says, sitting at the kitchen island. “Okay? There it is. My mom is in love with you, and you want us to have sex?”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Madison

There’s a monster of panic crushing me, invisible hands pressing fiercer and with more force. It’s a strange combination, the lust still spreading through my body, the panic flurrying after it like it’s hunting my desire. I wasn’t thinking about where the pleasure would lead.

When I was lying on the kitchen island, his finger pumping hotly, all I could think about was how perfect it felt. All I could think about was the orgasm, first a whisper, then a scream so loud nothing else existed but in the bedroom. The reality of it crashed into me. Sex with a man I hardly know. Sex with the man I want so badly it hurts.

“Men will take what they want…”

Mom’s voice in my mind always warns me of the dangers.

Now I’ve said something silly. I’ve told him Mom is in love with him. Is that my defense mechanism, so I don’t have to tell the truth?

Jacob walks slowly across the room, standing on the other side of the island. His shirt is messy from our lust, his lips curved into an unreadable line. His body seems somehow more muscular than usual, as if getting close to sex has caused instincts to swell inside of him, his chest bulging in his shirt, threatening to pop the buttons.

“Explain,” he says bluntly.

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

It’s difficult to maintain eye contact with him. I remember when he told me to reveal my breasts. Look at me. That’s what he said, with a commanding tone in his voice, leaving me no choice, and I liked that. Not having to decide, doing what he told me. My sex throbs, willing me to extend that logic to the bedroom. Let him lead the way.

“Maddie?” he goes on, resting his fists against the obsidian surface. “You can’t tell me your mother is in love with me and clam up.”

“I exaggerated,” I murmur. “She’s not in love with you. As far as I know, anyway, but when she talks about you…”

He waits, staring with that fierceness barely contained behind his eyes. I’ve got no doubt he could unleash his desire again. He looks ready to leap over the island, grab me, claim me. Why don’t I just let him?

“Sometimes, I don’t know, it’s like she has a crush on you,” I go on. “Then there’s the fact of… well, to be blunt, she’s always warned me about men using women and then dropping them. That’s what Dad did to her. I can’t let it happen to me.”

Jacob nods slowly, then walks around the island. He takes my hand softly, though I sense more power in there as if he’s fighting the instinct to hold me tighter, to pull me so our bodies are flush against each other.


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