Never Say Yes To Your Boss (I Said Yes #1) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors: Series: I Said Yes Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Anyway, I’m not thinking about that now. I’m not thinking about them now. That’s the past, and the past doesn’t matter. Only right now matters. Only Darius and his sinful mouth, the teeth he scrapes over my clit, shocking the hell out of me and making me feel like my soul is going to crash through my skin and literally ghost my body, and his tongue, which smooths the sting of his teeth, matters.

I’m not quiet, and he’s also not quiet, and the fact that anyone could walk in on us here in the kitchen should make me want to stop, but it doesn’t. It’s two in the morning. What are the odds that someone is going to get hungry and come in here looking for a snack? Right. Don’t answer that.

Darius scrapes his teeth along my inner thigh, nipping me gently, and I stop caring about what time it is or snacks or anything other than the path he kisses back to my center. He does something with his tongue, curling it around my clit before sliding lower, and then, oh my god, he fucks me with it. Like, inside. I can feel myself clenching around him, and I can feel the rush of wetness pooling between my thighs. There’s probably a puddle under me on the table. I should be embarrassed, but instead, I twist up, shoving off my elbows and bowing my spine so I’m sitting up again. I bury my hands in Darius’ hair, which is so thick and soft and such a delight to grasp onto, and wriggle my hips forward so he can have more.

I want him to have it all.

He stops, and I think I’ve done something wrong, but then he looks up at me and lets me see just how wet his lips and chin are before he goes back to what he was doing. He wanted me to see it. To see how I’ve coated his face with my wetness and to see the dark twinkle of delight in his widely blown eyes, which are the color of inky dark midnight.

He thrusts his tongue inside me over and over again, and then he reaches up and pinches my clit. It’s more shocking than it is painful, and it’s like being spanked on the most acute pleasure spot I have. I don’t have time to brace myself before a hard climax comes out of nowhere. The orgasm sucks me into blackness as deep as Darius’ eyes. I let it break over me, and yup, my soul totally ghosts my body while I enjoy the insane pleasure of it. I also don’t slam back into my body for some time, which is just fine by me.

When I struggle back to consciousness, I find Darius kneeling back and looking at me, a wolfish grin splitting his handsome face.

“If this is what giving you a massage gets me, then please, let me give you one more often.”

“Sassy,” Darius teases as he stands up. He smooths two fingers over his bottom lip, then sucks them into his mouth. My clit pulses again, watching him lick me off of himself. He spots something beside me, and I turn and see a jar of peanut butter. Immediately, I get on the filthy train of thought path.

Darius twists the lid off the jar, dips a finger in, and brings it to my lips. I don’t hesitate to suck his digit into my mouth, and it’s the best peanut butter I’ve ever had. “Fuck the jelly. I want you and a peanut butter sandwich.”

He laughs and dips his finger into the jar again, feeding me another finger full of peanut butter. I don’t care that it’s kind of kinky or that my mouth is sticking together. I’d eat the whole damn jar off of him if I could.

Hmm, that’s not actually a bad idea…

“Take off your shirt,” I pant, my voice all rough and sex-crazed. “I want to smear that peanut butter all over your chest and lick it off.”

“That would probably glue your mouth together. It’s rather sticky.”

“I don’t care. I can spread it thinly. I’ll grab a knife.”

His eyes widen. “That sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”

“A butter knife,” I say dryly, but neither of us moves. It seems like a good time to blurt out something honest and embarrassing because my mind is a little bit scrambled since all the blood in my body is still lingering between my thighs. “I’ve thought about your nipples since I almost drowned you in the pool.”

“Hmm. Are we telling truths now?” Darius studies my face, which has to be totally red now. “Okay, we’re telling truths then. Well, earlier today, when your mom and sister were in the room, you were wearing that dress, and you bent over to look in the cat cage. I was standing right behind you, and it rode up and nearly exposed your panties, and your bottom looked delicious in it, and I…uh…let’s just say that slacks don’t have much room when it comes to hiding a big boner. I mean, there’s room, but they go all tent-like and—” he trails off, and his face goes scarlet.


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