The Grumpy Boss Cowboy Billionaire

Chapter 11

Emma

What was I thinking? Victor was my boss!

My core throbbed and I was instantly reminded of what I wanted. I leaned my back against the door, taking several long breaths, trying and failing to calm my arousal. My lips tingled and my skin warmed, reminding me of the hot trails his touch left on my body.

Maybe I could just do it once and get it out of my system? Had that ever worked for anybody?

I tried to move my thoughts in a logical direction, talk myself down. But all I could think of was the corded muscles in his shoulders, the dark strikes of ink across his skin, the heavy line of his hardness in his jeans. He could have taken me in that tunnel for all I had cared in that moment.

My pelvis ached and I took another deep breath. The man was stubborn and challenging, but once he saw a new perspective, he held no grounds about shifting his opinion. He encouraged me to think big, to aim high, which turned me on more than I had thought it could—who knew I had a praise kink?

Another throb sent my thoughts in a whole different direction. Could we make this work? Coworkers by day, bed companions by night? Would it change how we worked together on the project? At this point, did I really care?

I yanked the door open, intent on having a conversation about a mutually beneficial agreement, when I realized there was a body in my way. I raised my gaze to meet Victor’s eyes—bright, sharp, and hungry, and bit my lip. Heat pooled between my legs and I heaved a deep breath. “Emma.” He growled.

It took only a moment of hesitation before I grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him into my room. His strong arms encircled my body as he pushed me back against the wall, lips crushing against my mouth, tongue eager and needy. His fingers raked across my hips and up under my shirt, grazing my ribs to brush over my breast. He ground his pelvis against me, pinning my back to the wall, heat pouring to my core, as his hardness pressed into my thigh.

I drew my head back slightly, licking my lips.

“Wait,” I breathed, chest heaving.

He pulled back, eyes ablaze, length heavy and full against my leg. “Do you not want to?”

“No, I absolutely do.” I amended. “I just… If we cross this line, we can’t let this affect the project. Nothing in public like earlier today. This can’t change our dynamic.”

He nodded thoughtfully then met my eyes again.

“Done.” His mouth was on mine before I realized it.

His hands found the edge of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head, fingers brushing over the clasp on my bra. He dropped them both to the floor and stepped back to admire me. I bit my lip, and his hand found my wrist and he held it, gaze scorching over my bare skin.

“You are so beautiful.” He breathed.

He dropped to his knees, pressing a kiss between my breasts, hands massaging them. His lips found my nipples, eliciting a groan from me as I leaned back against the wall, core throbbing. He touched another kiss to my chest, moving his way down my sternum, brushing his thumb over the scrolled writing tattooed on my ribs.

“This is beautiful. Memento mori,” he murmured, touching a kiss to the words. “Memento vivere.”

“For my parents.” I met his eyes, which were hungry, yet tender.

He rose to his feet and found my lips, his hands sliding down my back and across my backside to draw our hips together, my breasts pressing into his shirt.

“It’s my turn,” I whispered against his mouth, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt, finding the buttons.

I eased them out of the holes, one by one as he growled, shaking with restraint from not acting upon his desire. Getting to the bottom of his shirt, I grazed my hand up his belly and across his chest to slide it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He yanked his tank top off the was beneath the shirt and grabbed me, pulling me against him, bare skin on skin.

His fingers found the button on the top of my jeans and popped it loose, sliding down the zipper as I found the clasp on his slacks. His hands guided my pants down the backs of my legs, easing my feet out one at a time, cradling the back of my knee with one hand and tracing his tongue along the inside of my thigh. I groaned, leaning back against the wall, and breathing heavily.

He drew a hot line up my leg, centering himself, face level with the apex of my thighs. His fingers ghosted across the center of my panties before dipping inside, brushing across my folds.

“Emma,” Victor groaned my name, staring up at me. “You are soaked.”

“I want you.” I breathed, insides quaking with need.

His fingertip dipped inside me to the second knuckle and I whimpered. His blue eyes were vibrant as they met mine.

I hooked a hand under his jaw and urged him to stand, drawing his mouth to mine as I pushed his pants and boxers down off his hips, his swollen length springing free from the fabric, hot and turgid against my bare skin. He yanked down my underwear, casting it aside as soon as it was free, grabbing his hardness and rubbing the head across my nub. I hissed, arching my back, the heat of him sending waves of need through me.

“What about a condom?” He murmured. “I don’t have one.”

I touched a kiss to his lips.

“How irresponsible of you.” I reached over to the mantle, where I’d concealed a condom—just in case.

I ripped the wrapper open and slid the slick rubber out, pinching the tip and sliding it down his shaft, loving the way he groaned as I touched him and he surged under my fingers. Once it was in place, he wrapped an arm roughly around my middle, lifting and pinning me against the wall, his tip finding my opening once more.

I grabbed his neck and crushed his mouth to mine as he slid easily inside me. He buried his face in my neck and I gasped at the delicious pressure of him inside me. He thrust again, and a cry escaped my lips, waves of delicious pleasure rolling through me.

My breath shuddered as I met his eyes and he drew out again. I closed my eyes as he moved against me, wrapping my legs around his hips, and grinding myself against his pelvis.

“Do you like that? My cock inside you?”

The dirty words curled deliciously in my chest, resulting in a wave of wetness cascading from my core. “Yes.”

“Yes sir.” He corrected, stilling his hips.

I licked my lips, my need growing stronger, as I met his gaze. “Yes sir.”

His big hand wrapped around my neck, gently tightening as he continued to hold still. Heat poured into my core, my nub throbbing with desire as he shifted his grip, one arm supporting under the backs of my thighs, the other hand wrapped around my throat, tightening slightly. “Make yourself come on me—use me, show me how much you want me.”

I bit my lip as a thrill of excitement shot through me. I wrapped my hands around his hips and began thrusting against him, grinding my sensitive spot on his pelvis as he held himself firm, buried inside me to the hilt. I closed my eyes as he squeezed my neck just a bit tighter, my pulse quickening as I felt my release building.

I pumped hard, nearly there, and he began thrusting into me, speeding my climax to a hurtling peak. I screamed, slamming down on him hard, waves of pleasure rolling through me.

“Does that feel good?”

“Ohh, Victor…” I moaned, aftershocks still rippling through me.

He released my neck and wrapped his other arm around my back, hefting me up and carrying me over to the bed, laying me back at the edge, pushing deep inside me, stretching me wide. He leaned forward, grunting as he slammed into me.

“Wait,” I said, grinding against him and he groaned. “I want on top.”

“Anything you want.” He lifted me and spun me around, laying back on the bed as I straddled him.

I pressed my hands into his chest and ground, making him hiss in pleasure.

“You drive me crazy.”

"Yeah?" I bit my lip, enjoying the control, swirling my hips around before sliding down his length. His head fell back and he bared his teeth. I leaned forward and nipped his chin, then his neck, feeling his pulse quicken.

I thrust hard, setting a rapid pace and his hands came up to grip my thighs, hard enough to bruise as he pumped up into me. I could feel another orgasm building and I gasped, holding his gaze as he grunted, brows knitting together.

“I’m getting close.”

“Me too,” I whimpered, sitting upright and running my hands up through my hair, holding it off my shoulders as I moved.

His hands covered my breasts, squeezing, as I arched my back, my core pulsing. He groaned, fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, and I cried out as my body spasmed, the force of my climax driving me wild. He flexed and thrust his hips upward, driving deep inside me and holding, lifting me off the bed, dropping back to the coverlet with a gasp. We lay there for a moment, panting. Gently, he touched a hand to my hip and rolled me to the side, sliding out of me, eliciting another gasp from me, and rose to his feet. Rejection stung in my chest as I watched him stand and move away from me, expecting him to get his clothes and leave.

Rather than going for the door, he headed to the bathroom. I heard the trash can lid, then the sink, and he reemerged, washcloth in hand. He touched the warm cloth to my inner thigh, moving it upward and washing me gently before folding it and setting it aside. Laying next to me, he brushed his fingers over my neck where he’d held me.

“I’m sorry if it bruises, I don’t always know my own strength.”

He set the cloth aside and stepped over to the side of the bed, pulling back the covers and gesturing for me to climb in. I obliged, crawling between the sheets, and he followed, cradling me into his chest.

Warmth spiraled through me and I drummed my fingers against his sternum, head resting on his shoulder. “I’ve never really cuddled afterwards.”

“Am I smothering you?” He looked down at me, face concerned.

I gave him a smile and shook my head. “I was about to say how much I liked it.”

He let out a sigh and touched a kiss to my hair.

I grinned, nuzzling against his collarbone. “Can I be honest?”

He shifted his arm under me slightly, touching his lips to my forehead. “Always.”

“That might have been the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

He grinned, then kissed me. “You like it rough, huh?”

“Caught me,” I murmured, returning the kiss, brushing my lip across his lip.

“Noted.” He whispered, touching a kiss just below my ear. “Can I ask you something?”

“Now would seem an appropriate time.” I touched my hand to his cheek.

Without warning, he flipped me onto my side, facing away from him, his hard length surging between us, pressing into the small of my back. “How many condoms do you have?”

I felt wetness burst instantly between my thighs and I felt a tingle of excitement in my belly. “Shouldn’t we get some sleep?”

He ground himself against me and I gasped, core throbbing with need. “Do you want to sleep right now?”

I reached my hand back and gripped him firmly, pumping slightly, drawing a gasp from him. “Not yet.”

Stretching to the bedside table, I pulled the drawer open and grabbed out another condom, ripping the package open. I drew the rubber out and slid it down his length, fingers trembling with need. I scooted back to him, and he guided himself to my opening. Propping up on his arm, he leaned down to my mouth.

“Just call this a kiss goodnight.” He claimed my mouth and spent the rest of the night.