Crushing on the Grumpy Boss by Jedi Price

Author:Jedi Price [Price, Jedi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

8

TRAVIS

She feels perfect wrapped around me, better than I ever thought possible. I don’t know how in the hell we got here, and I don’t know how we’re supposed to move on from this. But right now, I don’t care. Right now, all I can think about is staying buried in her for as long as I can hold out. As I drive into her from behind, I feel myself growing closer and closer to my release. I have no choice but to pull out of her to stop my climax from building.

I silence her protests when I spin her around, pulling her mouth back to mine as I pick her up against me. This time, I move us over to the pool table, laying her across the top. Her back arches the moment I slide back into her, and she lets out a sigh of relief. Holding her thighs in my hands, I hold her in place as I drill into her again and again. The muscles in my body begin to tighten in preparation for my orgasm. I push all thoughts away, wanting to hold out, wanting to stay inside her a little longer. But the more I move, the harder that feeling gets to ignore.

Before I can finish, she tightens around me, her breathing growing louder as moans and whimpers leave her lips. I watch the expression change on her face. Her brows pull together, two lines forming between them. Her eyes are shut tight, her lips parted and her back arching. I hold out, wanting her to finish, wanting to burn every second of this into my memory because the moment I come undone, it’ll be over, and it can never happen again. Finally, it all becomes too much and my seed spills out of me. My hips take on a life of their own, thrusting as I empty every last drop into her.

The second it’s over, I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my pants. I know I’ve made a mistake and I have no idea how to fix it, or how to deal. I take her hand in mine and pull her to her feet. She has a sheen of sweat beading up on her skin as her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

“I need to get out of here,” I tell her, moving around the bar and making sure the money is locked up tight. I grab my keys from the hook behind the bar. “Can you lock up?”

I can see the surprise, even the anger, on her face as she watches me walk toward the door. “Sure,” she mutters, watching me go.

I climb behind the wheel of my truck, put the key in the ignition, and shift into drive. I step on the gas and race toward my house, needing to put as much space between us as I can. I need to be away from her. I need time to think. I thank God that tomorrow is Sunday and that the bar isn’t open.

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