Boss Undercover Part 2 by J. S. Badham

Author:J. S. Badham [Badham, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“Zack, I need some help in here,” Claire complained after she had been trying to clip the back of her bra for the last ten minutes. It was one of those that tended to never see daylight, but damn, did it accentuate her “babies.” Now, she could see why men made all the fuss. Heck, maybe she was batting for the wrong team. Claire needed it to fit nonetheless, otherwise she’d cry for the effort she had taken. “This fucking bra is not making the fit. I swear I haven’t gone up a size, unless this bra is some dodgy size,” she grumbled.

There was a rustle of sound as his body moved past the end of her bed before sight of his broad, almost ceaseless shoulders manifested into the mirror ahead of her. His shirt barely made the fourth button, permitting the silhouette of his firm torso. His lips curled as the trembles of delight erupted on her skin at the sensitive touch of his fingertips on her shoulders. With his eyes burning into hers, he leaned and kissed the crevice of her neck, feeding off the conflict it caused deep below in her core.

“Babe, I’m of a mind of taking this off,” he whispered, deadly serious and deep. “Why bother wearing one when you know it’s gonna come off?” He gently squeezed each breast in his hands. Claire’s teeth found her bottom lip as she tried to suppress a giggle, her head rolling back against his shoulder.

“You’re…such a bastard,” Claire tittered, smiling to herself. “But that’s not how we’re playing tonight, Mister.” She paused, turning into him, her bra just barely remaining cupped to her pair. “Just so you know, one of these days I will murder you. Okay?” She licked her lip coyly.

Zack sneered, “Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. I’d be turning in my grave anyway just for you.”

Claire whacked his shoulder as she grinned. “You’re such a cringe. God, who on earth taught you to be like that?” Then she spun firmly around, demanding him to follow up her previous order, and that was getting this damn bra to fit. To be honest, Claire was only just understanding why many romantic stories depict the climax of sex to be best when the male helps unclip or clip a bra on. Yeah, it was so much better than sex. So that was a lie, she grinned to herself, but feeling every tremble of her skin react to just the simplest touch of his fingers brushing against her skin was climatic. How on earth does that make sense, though? Perhaps it was because Zack was tugging on the straps that every tug jolted her closer towards his chest. Or maybe it was because it was such an intimate thing to do? Whatever the case, it sent ecstatic shivers pulsating down her spine, and that was what caused the next problem…

“I love you,” she blurted out, caught in the moment. “Shit, I mean, get the fuck out.

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