Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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He kissed me like he’d been arguing with himself about it all day and had just lost the argument completely – with a hunger that was almost angry, like he resented how much he wanted this even as he took it, his hand coming up to grip my jaw with a firmness that tilted my face exactly where he wanted it and kept it there.

The shock lasted approximately two seconds.

Then my hands found the front of his shirt, and I stopped being frozen entirely.

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and I felt him make a I pulled him closer, which said everything about the state I was in sound low in his throat, and that was the single most undoing thing I had ever heard in my

life.

He pulled back just far enough to look at me.

“You have no idea,” he said quietly, “what you do to me.”

It sounded almost like an accusation.

And God help me, it made everything significantly worse.

Heat pulled low in my stomach at how forbidden and totally wrong this was. He was my boss and my cousin’s fiancé. But at the same time, he was the same man who had consumed my thoughts after our sinful night in DC, who filled every empty space in my head.

“Mr. Stark,” I held his gaze, which was the hardest thing to do, “I thought you said…”

“Fuck what I said,” He growled it against my lips and kissed me again before I could form a single coherent response, and whatever I had been about to say dissolved completely.

I kissed him back.

I’m not proud of how quickly I kissed him back, but I did.

He kissed me deeper. One hand still gripping my jaw, tilting my head back further, the other pressed flat against the wall, and then that hand left the wall and found my waist and the warmth of it through my polo made me shiver against him like I had no control over my own body anymore – which, at this point, I didn’t.

His tongue moved against mine, and I made a sound I didn’t intend to make and felt him respond to it immediately, his grip on my waist tightening, as he pulled me off the wall and into him in one smooth motion that left no space between us at all.

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And lower, I felt the press of how hard he was against my stomach, and my breath caught so hard I gasped into his mouth. But he didn’t pull back.

He made a sound against my lips that was almost satisfied, like my reaction was exactly what he wanted.

His hands dropped to the back of my thighs, and in one effortless motion, my feet left the floor.

My legs wrapped around his waist while I held onto his shoulders.

He walked us to the edge of his bed and sat down on it with me still wrapped around him, settling me onto his lap.

I was sitting directly on top of him and could feel exactly how hard he was between my thighs, and my fingers curled into his shoulders, and my whole body went tight with a heat that pooled low and deep and refused to be reasonable about it.

He pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at me.

His hands moved to my waist, then slid underneath the hem of my polo, with his palms flat against my bare back, tracing up my spine slowly while keeping his eyes on me.

He pulled me further into him until there was genuinely no space left between our bodies, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest.

It was as fast as mine, and that destroyed me a little.

He kissed me again.

I moved against him with a small, instinctive roll of my hips that I couldn’t have stopped if I tried, and his breath broke against my mouth.

His grip tightened on my hips.

“Do that again,” he said, “and this ends very differently than you planned.”

It was a dare. And the daring part of me made me do it again.

Something shifted in his face – that last thread of restraint snapping clean – and his hands went to the hem of my polo and pulled it over my head in one smooth motion. He dropped it somewhere on the floor, and I watched his eyes drop as he went completely still.

“Fuck.” The word wrenched out of him.

I wasn’t wearing a bra.

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His eyes moved over me with a heat that made my skin feel like it was three degrees warmer than it had been thirty seconds ago, and I felt the flush crawl up from my chest to my face and started to reach for the polo on the floor because I suddenly felt too exposed and aware.

His hand caught my wrist.

“Don’t.” His eyes came back to mine. “Don’t you dare.”

He held my wrist for one long moment like he was making sure I understood.

Then he let go, and his mouth found my throat.

His lips moved with a patience that was almost cruel, pressing into the skin just below my jaw, dragging down to the curve where my neck met my shoulder, his stubble leaving a trail of friction that made my spine arch and my fingers dig into his hair without my permission. His hands were on my waist, my ribs, my back, touching me like he was establishing ownership.

And when his warm mouth covered my nipple, I stopped breathing.

I was trembling at every flick of his tongue around my nipple when his palm came up and cupped the other breast, kneading it softly.

“Mr. Stark-” I shuddered, my head thrown back, my arms still wrapped tightly against his neck with my eyes closed in utter, shameless pleasure.

“Ocean.” He said against my nipple. And it didn’t sound like a request.

“Ocean.” My obedience came out breathlessly.

He pulled back and looked at me again, and I wished he would stop doing that, because every time he did it hit me somewhere that had everything to do with lust and something even more reckless. Something that was going to cost me significantly more than one night in DC

had cost me.

I knew this. But it didn’t stop me. Because the truth – the honest, humiliating, inconvenient truth was that Jace had never once made me feel like this.

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