Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 14

OCEANS.

Six hours.

72

18 youcher’s

Six hours of tracking their location through Noella’s phone like a man who had completely lost the plot, watching the pins move from store to store across the Upper East Side while I sat in my home office pretending to review the Henderson files and retaining absolutely nothing from them.

Six hours of this woman living rent–free in my head without paying a single thing toward the cost of what she was doing to me.

I had tried everything.

Work. Scotch. A call with the Singapore office that should have required my full attention, but got approximately 40% of it. I had stood at my window and watched the city and given myself the same speech I had been giving myself since DC – about lines and professionalism.

There is only so much a man can endure. But the torture of enduring a woman like Kiss was not something even the finest of God’s Angels could do.

No matter how hard I tried to fight it, she kept popping up in every fucking corner of my head, so much so that I could barely think past a complete thought without having her sneak into my head and disrupting it.

So, I decided.

Maybe one more fuck would get her out of my system. Just this once. And I swear, I’ll move

1. on.

And then her taxi had pulled through my gate and she had stepped out onto my driveway in an oversized polo and plaid shorts with her hair in that ponytail and those round glasses sitting on her nose, looking completely, devastatingly unaware of what she was doing to me just by existing in my general vicinity – and six days of self control had looked at me, shrugged, and walked out the door.

Our naked bodies pressed together shut out every rational thought I had at the moment. I was so hard it was physically uncomfortable.

And when I lifted her and brought her down onto my cock the sensation hit me so hard I saw the edges of my own vision go white for a full second.

She was so tight. So warm and tight and wet that I couldn’t breathe right for a moment couldn’t do anything except grip her hips and grind my teeth and hold completely still while

21

G

O

16:27 Thu, May 21 MM.

Chapter 14

my body waged war with my brain over who was in charge right now.

72

Kuchars

My brain lost. Because the moment she moaned and gasped at the same time, I felt it in my spine, in my hands, in my cock, everywhere simultaneously.

I ground my teeth so tight when I finally sank my whole length into her. She sat still, like she was scared she’d tear open if she moved an inch.

“Don’t just sit there,” I growled, “Fuck me.”

It was an order – one that she obeyed instantly.

I exhaled through my teeth.

―

She found her rhythm slowly uncertain at first, then gaining confidence as she read my responses, as she learned what made my jaw tighten and my hands grip harder and I let her set it for approximately forty seconds before I decided I wanted it differently. My hands on her hips, guiding, adjusting, pulling her down harder than she was going on her own until she made that sound again and her nails bit into my shoulders.

I kept my eyes on her, taking in every fucking emotion that flashed across her face in that moment. Pleasure. Lust. Pain. All at once. And it fucking undid me.

“Keep your eyes on me, Kiss,” I said when she looked away for way too long.

She obeyed and kept those beautiful blue eyes on me, which were framed by the bangs sweeping across her brows.

I pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and kept my hand there, threading my fingers into her silky hair as she bounced on me.

She shivered.

We were both soaked with sweat despite the air conditioning doing its level best in the corner of the room.

This woman was making me break rules; my cock didn’t give a fuck about right now. The only fuck it gave was the one between her legs.

I pulled her hair back gently, enough to tip her chin up, and put my mouth on her throat and felt her moan vibrate against my lips.

Her rhythm faltered.

I tightened my grip on her hip and set it back.

“Don’t stop.”

21

O

GO

16:27 Thu, May 21 MM.

Chapter 11

She didn’t stop.

72

As Vouchers

Her hair was becoming my favorite thing. Thick and dark and long enough to wrap twice around my fist, and I did exactly that wrapped it twice and used it to set the pace I wanted and fucked her until her voice went hoarse from sounds she couldn’t seem to stop making, and her arms were shaking with the effort of holding herself up.

“Oceans-”

“I know,” I said. “Take it.”

I threaded my fingers in her silk strands when I had her up against the wall and fucked her with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist like she would fall off if she didn’t hold on right.

Like hell I’d let her fall.

And when the hair fell all over her shoulder and her face as I bent her over the vanity mirror with her leg hanging on the table while the other struggled to hold her weight as I took her from behind again, it made my cock even harder.

I pulled out slowly and slammed back right in, hitting that spot I had come to know she liked.

Her head dropped forward.

“Oh, God…” She moaned.

“Wrong.” I gripped her hip with one hand, gathered her hair with the other, and pulled her head back until her eyes found mine in the mirror. “Try again.” I pulled back and slammed even harder.

“Oceans…” She managed as my hard thrusts kept knocking the air out of her lungs.

“Good.”

I took her to the bed when her legs stopped working reliably.

That had been the plan – finish it, file it, and move on.

But she looked up at me from my sheets with her hair spread out and her chest heaving and those eyes those goddamn blue eyes – and something in me shifted into a gear I hadn’t

—

planned on using today.

I slowly settled over her.

I pushed into her slowly, all the way, and watched her face instead of closing my eyes to the

21

O

G

16:27 Thu, May 21 MM ·

Chapter 14

(72

Las Vouchma

maddening sensation that threatened to drown me. Her lips parted, and her back arched slightly off the bed. Her hands came up to my arms, gripping me as I moved slowly.

Each stroke was deep and careful, and nothing like what we had been doing ten minutes ago. She adjusted to it.

“Keep your eyes on me, Kiss,” I whispered, and she did.

“Hold onto me.” I said quietly. “Here.” I took her hands from my arms and placed them around my neck, and felt her fingers link together at my nape, and something about that

hit me simple thing – her hands there, her eyes on me, the unhurried rock of our bodies somewhere that had absolutely nothing to do with sex.

I kept moving.

“Kiss.” I hadn’t meant to say her name, but I did, anyway.

Her eyes went soft, and that was worse.

I dropped my forehead to hers and kept moving and told myself this was still just the one last time. That I was simply being thorough. That there was nothing unusual about the way I was looking at her or the way she was looking back at me.

I kissed her slowly and felt her exhale against my mouth.

And that was when I understood somewhere in the space between one slow thrust and the next, that I had made a catastrophic miscalculation.

One more time might never be enough.

***

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

–

Okay, I need to know at this point, who do you think is more in denial Drop your answer below because I genuinely want to know what

–

Ocean or Kiss?

you think.

21

O

OG

O

16:27 Thu, May 21 DM M.

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

OCEANS.