Boss I Love To Hate Page 28

  When he extracted himself from inside me, he placed the two fingers that had previously been in me in his mouth and sucked.

  Then, we were plunged into darkness as we entered a small tunnel and into a garage spot where the overhead light shone a dim glow on his hungry face.

  Within seconds, I was unbuckled, and he reached over to pull me to straddle him on the driver’s side. He kissed me with unrelenting passion, threading his fingers through my hair and tugging slightly. The pain shot straight between my legs. My blood was boiling with lust, and my body ached for release.

  We were all tongues and breaths and passionate kisses, hot, horny, and hungry for each other.

  “I want to taste all of you,” he panted, chucking off my robe, unbuttoning my top, and kissing my neck. He sucked my neck, licking a path down to my collarbone and up to the shell of my ear again. “You taste amazing, Sonia. I need more.” Soft, urgent caresses went underneath my shirt, his fingertips undoing my white cotton bra. I hadn’t been expecting to get laid tonight or else I would’ve worn my matching lacy do me ensemble.

  But I was beyond reason to stop him and too horny to care.

  He pushed my bra to my neck and cupped my breasts with both hands, his thumbs playing with my nipples. His lips were on my neck and then went lower and lower until he took one breast in his mouth. I bucked, feeling the warmth of his tongue against my sensitive nipple.

  I reached for his hair and rode him, wet underwear against his hardness. The tightness in my gut was in double knots, triple Boy Scout knots, and I needed a release so badly.

  I rubbed against him, feeling friction against my clit, needing the contact to send me over. When he lifted me by my waist and the contact was lost, I was a madwoman.

  “Wait.” I was a panting, aroused mess. “Brad …” I begged, peering down at him.

  He pushed a finger in me. One. Two. And three.

  “So fucking wet.”

  My head flew back, and I pushed against the friction, impatient.

  When he extracted his fingers and put them in his mouth again, I was about to yell at him for being a tease, but he slowed his kisses and adjusted my shirt.

  “Not here. We can’t do it here.” His fingers trembled at my waist.

  “What?” I’d take him anywhere. I didn’t care. Car, train, plane, outside, inside.

  “Sonia …” My name was a tortured, ragged whisper from his lips. “Let’s slow down.”

  My eyebrows flew to my hairline. “Slow down?”

  “Yes. I’m not going to have our first time be here, where my neighbors could walk by.”

  He had started something in me, back on his hood at the parking lot, and now, we couldn’t stop.

  I froze above him, and his hold eased up. He peered up at me and then guided me back down on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

  “I had no expectations tonight, Sonia. I wanted to take you on a date. Show you a good time. Maybe get a hand job on the way out,” he teased, “but you know I’m patient.”

  I laughed and let my nerves ooze out of me. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was going way too fast. I wasn’t against taking this to the next level, but the truth was, I needed to know I was not another repeat of the past, my past and his.

  “Where are we going with this?” I brushed back my wild hair and buttoned up my shirt.

  His gaze was as soft as a caress, and I felt it everywhere—my lips, my face, my cheeks.

  God, I was falling for him.

  “I need to know I’m not just another girl to you.”

  He cupped the side of my face. “You’re not. I promise you that. This time, this—everything—feels different.” I heard the sincerity in his voice and read the emotion behind his eyes.

  I nodded. It did feel different. More raw, real, unpracticed.

  “They’re not just words, right, Brad?” I’d been here before, believing Jeff, believing his false promises. I needed to know that, this time, it wasn’t all lies.

  “No. I can’t even adequately put into words what I feel for you.”

  “Promise me nothing is going to change. With us, with my job.”

  “I promise.” His burning eyes held mine, and then he sealed his promise with a kiss.

  And I knew I was going to let him have me, all of me.

  “I want to see your apartment.” More so his bed.

  Chapter 22

  Brad

  The heat had lowered, not died down, but lessened when we walked into the elevator. We didn’t have a choice but to cool it because Mrs. Kennedy on the second floor walked in right behind us, followed by her three Pomeranians.

  “Harry Potter? I didn’t know that was you.” Mrs. Kennedy was almost eighty, the sweetest woman, with too many dogs. Every stray was too cute to send to the animal shelter. “And Hermione. How cute.” She stuck her hand out to a smiling Sonia. “I’m Maria. I’ve never met one of Brad’s female friends.”

  Maria had failed to mention she’d never met one of my male friends either. I never took anyone to my place, friends included. We always met out somewhere.

  And my dates? Yeah, I never took any of the girls I dated to my place, worried they would go postal if it didn’t work out. It was bad enough that half of them knew where I worked.

  This, with Sonia, was entirely something else, something different. The enormity of it all had me gazing back at the beautiful woman beside me.

  “Sonia.” Sonia took Mrs. Kennedy’s hand and then bent down to pet the dogs, her whole face lighting up. “They’re so cute.”

  Was it possible to be jealous of animals? Because I was. I wanted to be petted, too.

  Mrs. Kennedy flashed me a grin. “She’s a pretty one.”

  “The prettiest.”

  Mrs. Kennedy went on to introduce her dogs. “Oh, yes. There is Minnie and Mickey and Donald.” She had an obsession with everything Disney, which amused Sonia.

  I tried not to growl aloud with impatience. The elevator could not move fast enough.

  When it pinged open, Mrs. Kennedy flashed us a smile. “Want to come over for tea? I could set a pot in no time.”

  I’d had tea with Maria numerous times. I had known her husband. They’d been married fifty years until he’d died a few years ago, and she’d replaced him with dogs. Any other day, I would, and I’d bring Sonia, too, but not today.

  “Maybe another time,” I said before Sonia could agree and answer for the two of us.

  My fingers itched to touch Sonia, every part of her, and I was about to do it in front of Maria.

  “Okay then.” She smiled sweetly at us and then said to Sonia, “Nice meeting you.”

  When the elevator closed, I pulled Sonia in by the waist. I didn’t want to move too fast, scare her off. I was overthinking things, but I didn’t want to ruin what was happening between us.

  All I read was want and lust in her eyes, in her body language.

  But still … I was functioning on my best behavior and using all my self-control to let her take the lead.

  “We should have tea some other time.” Sonia’s arms wrapped around my neck.

  “She bakes great cookies.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, next time,” I croaked out. Because I’d be feasting on something other than cookies tonight.

  We walked through the door of my condo, and she took everything in—from the grand piano in the far corner to the plush leather couch in front of the hanging plasma TV to the bar to the fish tank that spanned one whole wall, which she was the most fascinated with.

  “It’s like an aquarium in here.” She pressed her nose against the tank, looking like Mary when she became fascinated with a new toy. “How did they build this thing?” Her eyes flew to the ceiling. Tropical fish swam above us.

  “I hired a guy.” My hands wrapped around her center, and I pulled her against me, my lips dropping to her neck, my erection pushing against her ass.

  She smelled amazing, like a field of strawberries, and I wan
ted to lick every inch of her flesh. My fingers trailed up her waist and cupped one breast, my thumb flicking over her sensitive nub.

  “Tell me to stop, and I will.” Because all self-restraint had flown out the door as soon as we stepped into my condo.

  Her breathing was labored as I trailed my tongue from the hollow of her neck and up the vein that led to the pulse below her ear.

  “Sonia, I want you.”

  “I would never be able to tell.” Her tone was breathy and sexy. She pushed her ass against my hard-on, grinding and moving with a delicious friction. “Why?” she asked. “Tell me why you want me, Brad.”

  Soon, I wouldn’t be able to make out a coherent word. I flipped her around and held her arms above her head, pushing her against the fish tank. She gasped.

  My lips descended on hers, and my thigh pushed her legs apart. “Because you’re beautiful and smart.”

  “That’s a generic answer.” Her voice was horny and husky. Her hands tightened against my arms as she rode my thigh. “I want more.”

  “Because I love everything about you. Your work ethic.” I lifted her skirt and grabbed her ass. “How you love your family.” My lips found the hollow of her neck again. “How you are with my nieces.” I pushed at her panties, and she shimmied them down her legs. “How you are when you’re with me.”

  She found the button of my slacks, unzipped me, and grabbed my length. She stroked me from base to tip, and nothing had felt more amazing. I growled into her ear, nipping at her lobe.

  “More.” Her voice was breathless, hot against my skin.

  “I love your sass, your smart mouth.” I flicked my tongue over her lips.

  We were all hands and lips and tongues and spoken words.

  Soon, we were both naked, touching but not going too far. It was the same push and pull we had in the office, teasing yet not going too far.

  When I lifted her by the ass, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her back to my room. I sucked on her breast, and she grabbed the tips of my hair, moaning loudly.

  “More,” she gasped out.

  I bit down on her nipple, just enough for her to feel a tinge of pain but not hard enough to break skin.

  “More.”

  I backed us into my room and kicked the door shut. I gently laid her on the bed and placed her glasses on my nightstand. Her hair was splayed on my gray down comforter, and she’d never looked more magnificent.

  I covered her with my body, resting on my elbows. There was no hesitation on my part, no fear that this wouldn’t work out because I knew as certain as I was going to wake the next morning that she was it.

  The normal need to run and flee was nonexistent.

  “You’re everything I want and everything I never knew I needed.” I pressed my heavy length against her wetness. “Worst part is … I’ve wasted all this time searching when you were right here all along.”

  Our breathing was ragged, our eyes connected as though we’d known all along that this was exactly where we were supposed to be.

  She touched my brow and trailed her fingers down my cheek. The gesture was sweet and tender, and I knew before I even entered her that, once we did this, my fate would be sealed. Unshed tears outlined her eyes, and the heat and lust in them transformed into something more—trust. She reached between us and positioned me at her entrance.

  “Wait.”

  I needed a condom. I’d never had sex without a condom. Though I was cleaner than a virgin, got tested monthly, pregnancy and getting some disease scared the shit out of me.

  “I’m on the pill,” she whispered in my ear.

  She released her hold, and our eyes locked. I realized I didn’t care because I trusted her, too. I entered her in one swift movement and stilled because her tightness around my shaft felt so damn good.

  She shifted below me and sucked in her bottom lip. “Next time, can you wear the Harry Potter glasses?”

  I pulled back and studied her face, her features, the way her lips were parted, the way her breathing was labored when I thrust back inside her. “Are you going to pretend I’m Harry when we have sex?”

  Her fingernails dug into my ass, and she moaned. “Technically … I’m legally blind without my glasses, and I can’t see a thing, so I can pretend you’re whoever I want you to be.”

  I pushed into her deeper, harder, faster.

  She groaned. “I’m kidding.” She lifted her head, her eyes heavily lidded, her cheeks flushed. “It’s only you. Only you, Brad.”

  I kissed her with unrelenting passion, and we fell into a delicious tempo of back and forth and push and pull. Every moan was mine. Every word of praise was mine. Every shiver and kiss was mine. I wanted all her pleasure, and in that moment, I knew that no one mattered before her, and there would be no one after her. With every push and pull of our bodies against each other, I knew I loved her, truly, madly, and completely.

  A hot tide of passion raged through both of us, and I gave everything to her as she shivered in ecstasy, letting go and screaming my name. I sank deep inside her one last time, clutching her to me as I had my own release.

  Moments passed.

  There was no itch to leave, no urge to get up and run like there had been in the past with other women, just an overwhelming need to hold on to her tighter and never let go.

  When my heart rate slowed, I opened my eyes and brushed my nose against hers. I kissed her soft and sweet. “I love you.” It needed to be said. “So much.”

  She took one savoring breath and brushed her thumb against my lips.

  She didn’t respond, so I kissed her again. If she wasn’t ready, I’d wait. I’d wait forever for her to feel the same.

  I flipped her over, so she was lying on my chest, and we were both breathless and content. I was on the craziest high.

  I tightly wrapped both arms around her, and I knew I’d fight differently this time, for her, for us. I had lived my life fighting to win—in games, in arguments, in takeovers with other companies. I’d never fought with something to lose, and holding her in my arms, I knew life would be different. You fought differently when you had something to lose; you fought with every fiber of your being and until your very last breath. I’d fight for her happiness, her joy, her feelings for me.

  When the shine of the moon highlighted the curve of her shoulders, it only confirmed that I was truly in love, just how she’d once described it.

  “Have you ever been in love? So deeply in love that you want to be with them all the time and the sun rises and sets on their face and they’re the last person you want to see at the end of your day?”

  Now, I knew what she’d meant weeks ago because I wanted the sun to rise on her face, to see the morning glow on her every feature.

  I gently kissed her at her temple because I wanted to live in this moment, have her in my bed, in my life, and for her to be the last person I saw every single night.

  “I love you,” I whispered again, now knowing what it felt like and hoping to God I’d never lose it.

  Chapter 23

  Brad

  “Girls,” Becky yelled, walking back into the kitchen. “Get down here, please. You’re going to be late.”

  “They’re dragging this morning.” Charles kissed his wife and continued to make Sarah and Mary’s lunches on the kitchen island.

  Becky flipped the pancakes on the stove onto the plate already full of eggs and bacon. It was interesting, watching how they moved in domestic completeness, Charles with his sandwich-making skills and Becky with her perfection of the pancake.

  Becky was a cook, just like my mother. It was nice, having them home, and I was enjoying being back at home. I’d been spending most of my nights at the condo with Sonia because the things I did to her could not be done in the vicinity of my nieces, my brothers, or sister-in-law.

  Truth be told, Sonia was a screamer. There was no doubt, my neighbors heard us multiple times a night. I could tell by the knowing looks in their eyes, the blush in Maria�
��s cheeks when she passed me on the street. They couldn’t exactly say anything to me when I owned the whole building.

  I flipped through The Wall Street Journal, sipping my black coffee. Mason was sitting at the kitchen table, opposite me, reading the same paper, only his coffee was a creamy light brown, full of sugar and milk and more like a dessert. I called it his girlie drink.

  My parents had always wanted a girl. They’d prayed, gone to church, promised God things that they couldn’t possibly deliver. After Charles and I were born, I had known they were hoping for less testosterone, and they’d gotten it in the form of Mason.

  The way he combed his hair, pressed every article of clothing, even his undershirts, and his choice of a margarita over hard liquor or beer proved he was the answer to their prayers. I chuckled, just thinking about it.

  My favorite laughter and footsteps echoed from the other room. Sweet Mary was coming. On cue, the table was set—eggs, bacon, and pancakes on every plate—and the lunches were made.

  We all sat down together, as a family, which had become our weekly routine. Not every day, not every breakfast or dinner, but at least three to four times a week.

  This was what I had missed over the last few weeks when I was spending my time with Sonia. I only realized I’d missed it now that I was here because I’d been consumed by everything that was Sonia, my girlfriend. I was almost tempted to ask her to move in, into this house, so I could have the best of both worlds. But I had guessed it would have come to this eventually, me moving out.

  I’d always thought that Mason would be the first to go, marry the gold digger and move out. Who knew what their relationship status was now? I guessed it surprised me that I would move out before him.

  “Uncle Brad …” Mary pouted, swirling her pancake in a pool-sized puddle of syrup. “You haven’t been home to tell me the story of the prince and his crown jewels.”

  Becky spit up her coffee. Mason glared at me.

  Charles simply asked, “Crown jewels?”