Ms. Bravo and the Boss by Christine Rimmer

Author:Christine Rimmer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarlequinUKLtd
Published: 2016-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Several minutes passed.

Elise was gone. Done. Finished. She felt as though she’d left her body behind, as though she floated near the ceiling, that she was nothing but a moonbeam, a thoroughly satisfied shimmer of pale, vibrant light.

Except, wait. No. She was very much in her body. She felt every inch of her own skin, every bit of her that Jed had stroked and kissed and driven to the kind of spinning, churning, mind-altering climax she’d only read about in books.

From some brave space within her, she gathered all her courage and lifted her head.

Jed, way down there between her still-open legs, looked up from the cradle of her thighs. His face was wet. From her. “So good,” he said, and he bent close again to place three kisses—on her left thigh, then her right and finally on that place in the center where he’d just rocked her world. “Beard burn.” He brushed more kisses on the scruff-red skin of her unabashedly open thighs. “Sorry...”

“Don’t be.” She reached down and touched his hair again, so thick and coarse against her fingertips. “It’s kind of tingly. Feels good.” Her legs were shaking a little. She eased them off his shoulders, put her arm across her eyes and indulged in a moan of total disbelief. “On the kitchen counter, no less. This can’t be real.”

“Sweetheart, take my word for it. This is as real as it gets.” He rose from between her thighs and then bent over her. He pressed a kiss just below her navel. She lowered her arm to look at him again. “And we are not done yet,” he said, his voice a low rumble, barely a whisper, deliciously rough. “Not by a long shot.” He kissed his way upward along her body until they were face-to-face. “We’re going up to my room now.”

“Oh, I don’t know if we really ought to do that.”

“I know. We’re going.” He took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position. Then he clasped her waist and helped her down to the floor.

She looked around at her boots and her socks, her shirt, her cutoffs and her torn underpants all strewn across the floor. “I feel really, really bare right about now.”

“It’s a great look for you—and don’t even think about trying to cover up.”

“Let me at least pick up my—”

“Nope.” He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. “We’re going upstairs and we’re going now.”

“Easy for you to say. You’ve still got all your clothes on, but I’m supposed to bounce through the house buck naked.”

“I’m going to let go.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t you dare move a muscle.”

“I don’t see why we have to—”

“Don’t. Move.” He said it in his master-of-the-universe voice.

And then he let go of her—and stripped. She stood there and stared with her mouth hanging open. He did it so fast, dropping everything to the floor where he stood.

And did he ever look good when he was done. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t buff and hard and honed to perfection.

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