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TEMPTED BY THE BOSSHOLE will be available at midnight! Here’s a little taste…

TEMPTED BY THE BOSSHOLE will be available at midnight! Here’s a little taste…

 

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  I swallow and stare at the stranger. He’s awfully confident, but why shouldn’t he be? He’s hot, and his kiss says he knows what he’s doing. Everything about him is sexy, even his bossiness.
Still…he wants me to strip down to my underwear and stand nearly naked in front of him? I was already shaking with nerves. His touch rattles me even more. God, I hope he doesn’t think I suck in bed.
“Baby girl, do I need to repeat myself?”
The command, coupled with the hint of threat in his deep-timbred voice, should terrify me. Instead, my pu$$y clenches. I press my thighs together to relieve the building ache, but it’s hopeless. My panties are drenched.
The way he looks at me, I swear he knows it.
“No,” I breathe.
“Then why are you still wearing your dress?”
“I-I have a zipper.”
“Turn.”
I don’t even stop to think; I just comply, bowing my head. The stranger doesn’t immediately pull the tab. Instead, he caresses my exposed shoulders, his touch a whisper over my goose-pimpled skin. Involuntarily, I shiver.
“So responsive,” he murmurs in my ear.
Am I? Not according to Eric.
I swallow. “Do you like responsive?”
“I expect it. If you hold back your reactions, I’ll withhold 0rgasms. Are we clear?”
That answer should annoy me. Who is he to tell me when I can and can’t come? Instead, I’m turned on. “Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm, there’s my polite girl again,” he says in smug delight. “We’re going to get along well.”
He begins lowering my zipper. The quiet hiss in the otherwise silent room makes me achingly aware that I’m about to get naked for a stranger whose name I don’t even know.
The red velvet sheath gapes open. Slowly, he pushes the lone spaghetti strap of the asymmetrical dress off my shoulder. He doesn’t have to ask me to lift my arm free; I yield to his unspoken wish.
Moments later, the garment sags, clinging to my hips. He pushes it down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but too-tall stilettos and the Christmas thong Jen insisted I need.
“Hmm.” He caresses my ass. “Step out.”
I do, leaving the safety of my dress puddled on the floor. As I turn to face him, he flips on the bedside lamp. A golden glow illuminates the manly bedroom of grays and wood tones. He turns his dark eyes on me, his stare lingering on my mouth and breasts before stopping between my legs.
He smiles. “That’s subtle.”
I glance down at the black thong Jen gave me. The front is emblazoned with mistletoe bound by a bright red bow. My bestie teased that, if I wore these underwear, maybe I’d finally find a guy who would kiss my pu$$y. “A friend gave me these as a joke.”
“A guy friend?” He almost sounds…jealous.
I shake my head. “My bestie, Jen.”
“Remind me to thank her later for the suggestion.”
Is he intimating that he’s planning to put his mouth there? I gulp.
His smile widens. “Look at you blush.”
Resisting the urge to fidget under his hot gaze, I watch him tear off his coat and tie while he kicks off his shoes. “Anything you don’t like in bed? Anything you won’t do?”
“Um…not that I know of.”
“No hard limits?” He saunters closer, grinning like I’ve just given him the best gift of the Christmas season. “This is going to be fun…”