Possessive Boss Christmas – A Possessive Man Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“We never did anything like that. I never really had any Christmas traditions growing up.” She looks down at the ornaments with a smile. “My father died before I was born and my mom had to work hard to provide for me. She refused to get any kind of assistance from the government, so she worked two jobs and hardly had time to spend with me. So Christmas was never a big deal.”

“That must have been hard growing up.”

“It was, but then, I got older and decided that I wanted Christmas.” She laughs, turning to me with a smile. “Every year, I decorate every corner of my apartment. If there’s a surface not covered in twinkling lights or tinsel, then I dropped the ball. When I have my own kids, I’m going to make the biggest fuss over the holidays too. Give them everything I didn’t have growing up.”

I smile at her, watching her eyes as she talks about something that makes her happy. The glint in her eyes fills my heart with warmth, and all I want to do is reach over and kiss her.

“What’s this?” she says, reaching into a box and pulling out an old plastic bundle of mistletoe tied together with a red bow.

I laugh and gently take it from her. She stares at me with a blank face for a moment. Without saying what it is, I hang it over our heads and she finally gets it. She nervously laughs, her skin flushing all the way to the tips of her ears. She bites her lower lip as if she's anticipating me to make a move.

I lean forward, grabbing her chin with my fingers and turning her face toward me. She smiles as I press my lips against hers.

8

DANIELLA

I know what a mistletoe looks like. I've seen all the Hallmark movies where there's the compulsory mistletoe kiss.

I only showed it to him because I wanted this. Getting close to Dominic is my job. It's what I'm there to do. Even though that's the case, I want to kiss him. I've never wanted to kiss anybody the way I want him.

At first, I think it's just going to be a peck. A quick kiss under the mistletoe, just because it's there and obligatory that we do it. But as soon as our lips touch, it's as if two magnets have connected.

The longing he’s felt for me is apparent in the way he holds my face. He pulls it toward him, gripping me tightly as if he’s afraid I’ll float away from him. I part my mouth to let his tongue in, and the taste of him makes me tingle. Something wet and warm rushes from between my legs.

Dominic pulls away from me, pressing his forehead against mine while he looks down at my chest. I moan as we part, wishing his lips were on mine again. I’m breathing heavily. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and he’s transfixed on it.

“Touch me,” I whisper to him, thinking back to how badly I wanted to feel his hands on me in my dream, not certain this isn’t one either.

He quickly kisses me again, bringing a hand to the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair, pushing my face against his. I moan uncontrollably from the heat swelling between my legs.

Dominic unbuttons my blouse and pulls it off me, tossing it aside. We’re surrounded by cardboard boxes filled with antiques, so he pushes a few aside before laying me down. His hands fall to my waist, and they slowly make their way up to my breasts. I squeeze my legs together, begging for friction to release the growing desire.

Dominic climbs on top of me, cupping my breasts in his hands, and slowly licks the near-see-through fabric of my bralette. I whimper while his tongue teases my nipples. Small jolts of electricity surge through my body while he pleasures me. My skirt is loose enough that I can spread my legs, so I do.

He takes that as an invitation to press his groin against me. I feel how hard he is, and it turns me on even more. I run my fingers through his hair while he pulls the fabric of my bra town and takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, gently nibbling the pink flesh.

I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I should be focused on my work, finding evidence against him, proving he’s guilty. But I can’t stop myself. I can’t pull myself away from him like I know I should. I no longer want Dominic, I need him.

He pulls his mouth from my breasts and kisses me again, wrapping my legs around his waist while he slowly grinds against me, teasing himself. His cock feels amazing, and it isn’t even out of his pants.


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