Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

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He leaned further and pressed his lips into the curve of my neck with a deliberateness that made my knees immediately unreliable.

“Ocean…”

“Don’t.” His mouth moved to just below my ear. “Don’t think. It’s still strictly professional. I won’t hold it against you.” He murmured like he knew that was the exact protest I had at the tip of my tongue.

He walked me back against the wall slowly, until the cold tile met my back and his body met my front and there was nowhere left to go, and nowhere I wanted to go anyway. His hands pulled at the towel I wrapped around my chest, and it gave way without resistance.

His mouth traced down my throat to my collarbone, and I stopped being capable of independent thought.

His fingers found my center, and I gasped so hard I choked on it.

I was already wet.

I knew he felt it because his breath caught against my neck and his fingers stilled for one devastating second before they moved again, spreading through my slick folds with a slowness that was going to kill me.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked.”

His fingers worked me open slowly, curling in a way that made my hips roll forward against my will, and my head fall back against the tile.

“But this is wrong,” I managed when his lips brushed over mine, “you’re my sister’s…”

He bit my bottom lip and sucked on it, eliciting a shameless moan from me.

His hand moved over my skin with a patience that contradicted everything about the look that had been on his face two minutes ago when he walked through that door.

It was like the anger had burned out and turned into something that felt disturbingly like possession.

He pulled back and looked at me. His grey eyes were nearly black. His jaw was tight. He looked like a man using every functioning brain cell he had left to keep this slow when every other part of him wanted something else entirely.

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“She’s business.” he said quietly, fingers still moving, as he watched my face with an intensity that was almost worse than what his hand was doing, “I can fuck whoever I want.” He curled his fingers deeper, and I whimpered. “And right now,” he pushed even deeper, “that person is

you.”

He pulled out immediately, lifted me off the wall, and set me on the isle beside us before sinking in slowly into me so slowly I felt every inch of him stretching me open.

The breath left my body in one long, shaking exhale, and my fingers curled into his shoulders.

He kept moving, with slow, deep thrusts in the quietest possible way, each stroke reaching somewhere that made my spine arch and my mouth fall open.

“Ocean…” His name came out broken. I couldn’t help it.

“I know.” He pressed his lips to my temple briefly. He kept moving. “I know.”

His mouth found mine, and he kissed me the way he had kissed me on the bed earlier – deep and unhurried and with a thoroughness that felt like he was passing on a message that he couldn’t say with words.

I felt tears sting the back of my eyes for a reason I absolutely was not going to examine right

now.

His hips snapped forward harder, and I cried out. He did it again and again, until I felt the gathering tightness that made my thighs shake, and my breathing go completely ragged.

I held onto him with everything I had.

“Don’t stop,” I managed. “Please don’t-”

“I’ve got you.”

Orgasm rolled through me in a wave that arched my spine clean off the tile and pulled a sound from my throat that bounced off every surface in that bathroom.

He kept moving through all of it, wringing every last shuddering aftershock from my body until I was limp and shaking against him.

He followed me over with his face buried in my hair and a low, rough sound against my “Fuck.” He breathed, squeezing in every last drop of his seed inside me.

For a moment, we just stayed still, wrapped in each other’s arms, and trying to catch our

breath.

He pulled back after a while and looked at me.

neck.

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Something moved across his face that he smoothed over before I could fully read it.

His thumb traced my jaw slowly. “Cancel tomorrow.” He said, “You’re staying over till Monday. We have work to do.”

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I looked at this impossible, infuriating, consuming man who had called me a mistake and still summoned me to his house and taken me apart in so many different ways today and was me to cancel my plans like he had now standing in his bathroom at six in the evening, asking

any right to ask that.

“No. No. I can’t. You’re not doing this, Oceans.”

He took a few steps back.

“I can. And I am.”

“No. I’m going home. This is not part of my job description. I have a life outside work. And…”

I paused abruptly, catching my breath. This was unbelievable. “I’m going home, sir.”

He looked at me for a long moment with that unreadable grey gaze.

Then the corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk.

“Leave,” he said quietly, “and you lose your job.”

He let that sit between us for exactly as long as he needed to.

“Your choice.”

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