Oops, I slept With The Boss

Chapter 6

His hand slid lower, fingers dipping just beneath the lace edge of her panties. "But since you're so eager..."

Holly's breath hitched as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of her lower abdomen, moving with teasing slowness. He pressed his lips to her neck, his other hand coming up to cup her breast through her bra.

"Tell me, Holly," he murmured against her skin. "Did you wear these for him? Or were you hoping someone like me would see them tonight?"

"I wore them for me," she answered truthfully, her voice barely steady as his thumb brushed across her n****e, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "But I'm not disappointed you're the one seeing them."

Conner turned her around abruptly, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of her nearly naked body. "Better," he said, his gaze traveling slowly from her face down to her toes and back up again. "Much better."

He was still fully clothed, his tie hanging loose around his neck, top buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of tanned skin and the edge of what appeared to be a tattoo. The power imbalance should have made Holly uncomfortable, but instead, it heightened her arousal.

She reached for him, fingers moving to unbutton his shirt further, but he caught her wrists in one large hand.

"Not yet," he said firmly. "First, I want to learn what makes you moan."

Before she could respond, he backed her against the wall again, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was pure dominance. One thigh pressed between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core. She couldn't help the soft sound that escaped her throat.

"That's one," he murmured against her lips, sounding pleased. His hand slid up her ribcage to cup her breast again, thumb circling but deliberately avoiding her n****e.

"Don't tease," Holly breathed, arching into his touch.

"But teasing is half the fun," Conner replied, his voice rough with desire. "I told you I control the pace." To emphasize his point, he finally brushed his thumb across her n****e, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away from her body. "Perfect," he whispered, lowering his head to take one sensitive peak into his mouth.

Holly gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders for support as his tongue circled her n****e, teeth grazing just enough to send shivers down her spine. His other hand kneaded her breast, fingers rolling the neglected n****e.

"Conner," she breathed, her head falling back against the wall. No one had ever made her feel like this, and he had barely touched her.

He switched his attention to her other breast, lavishing it with the same thorough treatment. His hand trailed down her stomach, fingers running along the waistband of her panties before dipping lower, brushing over the fabric exactly where she needed him.

"Already so wet," he murmured against her skin. "I can feel it through the lace."

"Maybe you should do something about it," Holly challenged, grinding against his hand.

Conner chuckled, the sound vibrating against her breast. "Oh, I will. But not until you're desperate for it."

He sank to his knees before her, looking up the length of her body with those intense gray eyes. His hands gripped her thighs, then slid upward to hook into her panties. With deliberate slowness, he pulled them down her legs, his gaze never leaving hers as she stepped out of them.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her inner thigh. He pressed a kiss there, then another slightly higher, working his way up with agonizing patience.

Holly's fingers threaded through his hair, trying to guide him where she needed him most, but he resisted, chuckling against her skin.

"Impatient," he chided. "What did I tell you about control?"

"That you're an insufferable tease," she retorted, though the effect was somewhat diminished by the breathless quality of her voice.

"The best things," Conner said, his thumbs spreading her open as he finally, finally moved closer to her center, "are worth waiting for."

The first touch of his tongue against her made Holly's knees buckle. His hands instantly moved to support her, one gripping her hip, the other sliding beneath her thigh to hook it over his shoulder, opening her further to his mouth.

"Oh god," she gasped as his tongue circled her clit with maddening strokes.

Conner hummed against her, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. "Hold onto me," he commanded, before returning to his delicious torture.

Holly's hand fisted in his hair, the other braced against the wall as he worked her expertly with his mouth. He seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply, when to back off just as she approached the edge, keeping her suspended in an exquisite state between pleasure and frustration.

"Please," she finally gasped, unable to stop herself. "Conner, please."

He drew back slightly, his eyes meeting hers. "Please what, Holly? Tell me what you want."

"Make me come," she begged, beyond pride now. "I want to come… no, I need to come."

A satisfied smile spread across his face. "Since you asked so nicely."

He redoubled his efforts, the perfect combination of pressure and rhythm pushing her rapidly toward release. When he slid two fingers inside her, curving upward to find that spot that made her see stars, Holly came apart with a cry, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Conner stayed with her, gentling his touch as she rode out the aftershocks, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as she caught her breath.

"That," he said, rising to his feet with fluid grace, "was just the beginning."

Holly stared at him, dazed from the intensity of her orgasm. He was still fully clothed, his erection straining against his tailored pants, his expression one of controlled hunger.

"You're overdressed," she managed, reaching for his shirt buttons again.

This time, he let her. "By all means," he said, his voice rougher than before. "Unwrap your present, Holly."