My Favorite Boss Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
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“I have condoms. We’re covered.”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Say it.”

“Please, Alex?” she asked.

“Tell me what you want. Say it out loud for me.”

“Your mouth on me.”

I reached for her hands. “Hold tight, darling. I’m about to blow your mind.”

She was everything I wanted. Wet, hot, sweet, and musky on my tongue. Soft. Her clit was a small nub I suckled, feeling it harden and swell under my touch. I licked her top to bottom, over and over. Feasted on her. Felt her relax and lose herself with me the way I wanted. The tension drained from her body, changing to an entirely different type of posture. Her hands left the desk, burying into my hair. I palmed her breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples. I nipped at the sensitive nub, listening to her gasp of pleasure as I sank one, then two fingers inside her. I skimmed her tight ass with my pinkie, stimulating the little knot. I pulled her closer, draping her legs over my shoulders, lifting her off the desk and taking her with utter abandon. She gasped my name, moaned in pleasure, her sounds an aphrodisiac. She whimpered and begged. Tugged at my hair, her cries getting louder. I added a third finger, sending her over the edge, and she came hard, filling my mouth with her honey, spasming around me, her body a live wire that sparked and shook.

I nuzzled her as she came down, reaching over and grabbing a condom from my drawer, grateful I had thought to put one there last week. My cock was already hard again, desperate to be buried inside her heat. I stood, wiping my mouth and looking at her. I pulled her to the edge of the desk, not giving her a chance to recover, and, with a snap of my hips, buried myself inside her.

Her dark eyes went wide as I started to move. I lifted her, once again draping her legs over my shoulders and gripping her hips. I lost all control as I pounded into her, almost bending her in half as I took her. She lifted her arms, holding on to the edge of the desk, meeting my thrusts, our bodies taking control. She clutched at me like a vise, her muscles fluttering around me. She was breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp, her hair torn from her ponytail and spread across my desk.

She was every fantasy I’d had my entire life come alive. With a shout, I scooped her into my arms and sat down in my chair, her surrounding me. She gasped at how deeply I sank into her. I groaned at the feeling. “Ride me,” I commanded.

She held on to the back of my chair and began to move.

“Fuck yes, Magnolia. Like that. Harder.”

She leaned back, gripping the desk, and moved. Up. Down. Faster and faster. Quick, hard movements that were sending me over the edge and racing toward completion. The chair creaked, the leather protesting. My desk was getting scratched as the chair slammed into the edges. I didn’t care if we destroyed the entire office.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shaking. I pulled her to my chest, covering her mouth with mine as she orgasmed, her scream smothered by my lips. My orgasm was intense, burning through me. I clutched her tight, letting the sensation light me on fire. Every muscle, nerve, and sinew exploded, and I was certain I would be reduced to a pile of ash on the floor.

But what a way to go.

Slowly, we stopped, slumping in exhaustion. I held her close, our breathing ragged, skin damp, and bodies sated. I pressed kisses to her hair, forehead, anywhere I could reach. She had her face tucked into my neck, and I slipped a finger under her chin, lifting her face to mine and kissing her.

“Magnolia.”

She opened her eyes. “Is that my name? I had forgotten.”

I laughed, hugging her close. “My work here is done.”

She smiled, looking mischievous. “Oh, I hope not.”

I bent, capturing her mouth and kissing her. “No, not by a long shot.”

“We’re, ah, a bit messy.”

“We’ll clean up. Then I’ll drive you home.”

“No driver today?” she teased.

“No. On the weekend, I chauffeur myself around unless I have an event to attend. So maybe you’ll invite me in.”

“Maybe.”

I nuzzled her neck. “You smell like me.”

She sniffed. “Like sex.”

“Like us.”

I lifted her to the desk. “Wait here.”

I disposed of the condom and returned to her with a warm cloth. She blushed as I cleaned her, and I kissed the end of her nose. “After all that, now you blush,” I teased. I tossed the cloth into the hamper and returned to my desk, pulling her back to my lap. She curled against me as if it was the most natural place for her to be.


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