You’re the Boss Read Online Emma Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
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His low, breathy words danced across my skin, and the goosebumps that prickled to life almost felt as though they were lacing my body with a deep desire that I was powerless to shake off.

Theodore dropped his head to my shoulder and turned his face into my neck. His breathing was shallow but tight, almost as if he was controlling every single exhale. “Can I?”

I swallowed. “Can you what?”

“Fuck you, Chloe. I want to fuck you.”

A shiver ran down my spine, making my whole body tremble in response to his frank words.

“I want to flip you over and fuck you until you beg me to stop. I want to hold your thighs open and bury myself inside you until you forget your own name. I want to pull your hair and bite your neck until you cry for me.” He grazed his teeth over my neck as if to make his point. “But only if you say yes. Like I said earlier, tell me no, and I’ll stop. Tell me yes, and I’ll do whatever you want me to do to you.”

Shit.

Consent was sexy.

This man was sexy.

Him asking me for my consent was the sexiest bloody thing I’d ever heard.

I lay back on the bed, grabbing the front of his t-shirt so he came down with me. “Yes,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his. “Fuck me, Theo. Make me beg.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – CHLOE

Make Me Beg

Theodore stared down at me, and his grey-blue eyes darkened to the point a shiver went down my spine. It was almost as if the look in his eye were a warning; one that simultaneously scared and aroused me.

It didn’t matter.

We’d already crossed the line. We’d gone beyond the point of no return in the kitchen, and if he was willing and able to scratch the itch that’d been nibbling away at me since yesterday, then I had no reason to reject it.

I had no reason to reject him.

More to the point, I didn’t want to. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel more of what I’d felt downstairs just now. I wanted to see how far he would take it.

“Make you beg, hm?” He lowered his face to mine and slipped his hand up, lacing our fingers together. “I’ll give you five seconds to retract that before I make you regret it.”

“Please do make me regret it.”

“Fuck. You’re sexy like this.” He gripped my chin and kissed me, sweeping his tongue between my lips with a desperation that sent tingles ricocheting through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock, long and hard, pressed against me, and I tightened my grip on him to draw him closer to me, tilting my hips to make more contact between us. He chuckled into my mouth and released his hold on my chin, only to brush his lips down my neck.

“I don’t think it’ll take much to make you beg, Chloe.” The deep rumble of his voice vibrated across my skin, and he let go of my hand, reaching behind him. He unhooked my ankles as he stood and wrapped his fingers around them, bringing them up to his body.

He turned his face, kissing the inside of my leg. He kept his eyes on me, and my cheeks flushed at the heat in his gaze. I wasn’t shy by any means, but nobody had ever looked at me the way he was right now.

If he was a tiger, then I was his prey—and there was no doubt about it.

He was going to devour me.

“Take it off.” Theodore ran his hands up my thighs, pushing my jumper dress up to my hips. “Let me see you.”

I tucked my arms inside and hauled it up my body, arching my back then raising my head and shoulders to pull it off over my head. I tossed it to the side and looked back at him, but his gaze was solely focused on my body.

My bra cups were a wonky mess where he’d toyed with me downstairs, and I reached to right it, but he grabbed my wrist.

“I said take it off, Chloe.”

Oh.

He meant all of it.

“Only if you take yours off,” I shot back.

He smirked, then yanked his t-shirt over his head. It dropped to the floor with a gentle thud, and I ran my gaze over his body, drinking in the sight of him leaning over me.

Once again, I arched my back, this time tilting to the side so I could unclip my bra at the back. I’d barely released the clasp when he took hold of the straps and yanked it down my arms.

“New house rule.” He cupped one of my breasts with his hand, then dipped his head and flicked his tongue over my other nipple. “Bras are banned.”

“You can’t ban bras,” I breathed, sinking my fingers into his hair. Pleasure danced across my skin as he closed his lips around my nipple, sucking and biting it teasingly. The heat from his mouth only added to the intense feeling that was sweeping through me.


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