TiedtotheBoss (4 page)

“You’re exquisite.” He stroked her cheek. “I don’t know if
I’m going to get enough of you—ever.”

She wanted to believe he meant it and it wasn’t just a
product of one of the hottest sexual experiences known to man.

“I want you again.”

Her stomach knotted in a funny kind of way, like when your
dearest wish was finally coming true. “Three times wasn’t enough?”

“Not nearly enough, Penny.” His wicked fingers tiptoed up
her thigh. Goose bumps covered her flesh.

“How about I fix you and Andrew dinner on Friday?”

He frowned slightly.

“Is something wrong?”

He brushed the hair back from her face. “Everything is
perfect. Friday would be great. Say around seven?”

She kissed him. “I would love nothing more. But first…”

“What is it?” He looked concerned.

“Protection.” She stared down at her knees. “I’m clean and
on birth control—”

“So am I.” He crooked a finger beneath her chin, drawing her
gaze to his. “Well, at least the clean part.” He grinned. “But we’ll take
whatever precautions you want, whenever you want. You just say the word.”

With a smile, she settled back against his chest. She
couldn’t wait until Friday.

Work had been a bear. It had been three days since their
evening together, and what a night it had been. Dante had kept his distance on
purpose. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to honor his promise to keep his hands off
Penny for much longer.

The memory of her soft skin along his kept him awake most
evenings. His concentration was for shit and he’d often had to shake away the
mental picture of her mouth in order to get anything done. It was going to be a
hell of a lot easier when Kale returned. Then he’d be able to keep his mind on
business.

The other thing that kept nagging at him was Andrew. For the
first time since they’d been friends, Dante didn’t want to share. As far as he
knew, Penny enjoyed them equally—hell, she may have even preferred Andrew over
him. The idea didn’t sit well.

The hard truth was, his feelings for her went beyond a few
incredible sexual encounters. At the dinner they’d all shared, he’d been
impressed by her work ethic and enchanted with her laughter and sense of humor.

Did Andrew want her this much? If so, it might present a
problem later on. He wanted to continue seeing Penny and he wanted to see her
alone. He wanted to learn all there was about her.

When had life become so fucking complicated? He didn’t know,
but there was something about the way she looked at him, as though she understood
him. He couldn’t put his finger on it but she knew him in a way no other woman
had. As though she carried a secret knowledge about his life even he wasn’t
aware of, something that eclipsed their shared childhood past. Somewhere along
the way, a simple sexual liaison had stopped being simple and he couldn’t wait
until Friday night to have a taste.

He picked up the phone and buzzed for Penny to come into the
office. Minutes later, she entered.

He stood. “Lock the door.”

She remained still, holding onto the knob. “Dante, we talked
about keeping this thing we have separate.”

“Baby, lock the door now. I’m going to implode if I don’t
touch you.”

Her doe-brown eyes widened slightly but she flipped the
switch, locking them inside.

Fast as lightning, he had her flat against the door. He
braced both arms on either side of her head. “I know what I said, but I can’t
forget the taste of you. The memory haunts me every single night and I don’t
intend to masturbate again without a new memory to go by.”

He kissed her and, sweet as honey, she kissed him back, her
tongue diving between his lips. Something deep and primal demanded him to take
charge. She was so fucking passionate in his arms.

He stepped back. “Take off your panties and pull up your
skirt.” He couldn’t take his greedy eyes from her as she shed her panties.
“Bend over my desk.” His cock was about ready to explode from his pants. “Place
your hands behind your back and your chest on the blotter.”

Removing his tie, he walked behind her. He looped the tie
around one of her wrists and followed with the second, locking it to the other
one. Her plump ass beckoned him and he sank to his knees. He opened his mouth
and bit her ample behind before licking it to ease the sting. Grabbing her
cheeks, he tongued her tight hole.

She squirmed and cried out and his mouth watered. He slipped
down and tasted her outer labia, moistening her folds as he explored her pink
flesh. She was ripe and already slick with her own juices.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

“I’m always wet. From the moment I step into work until I
leave, I’m wet and ready.”

Two fingers entered her pussy and her slick passage gripped
him as he pushed forward, stroking, thrusting, wanting more. He added a third
finger, screwing them in a circular motion as his mouth returned back to her
tight little anus.

With his free hand, he slapped her ass. The loud smack
echoed in the room and drew a moan from them both. He smoothed over the now red
area before slapping her a little lower. Sprinkling slaps along her ass, he
moved faster, taking her to the brink of climax.

“Dear God. Dante, I’m going to come.”

Hearing those words, he stopped everything.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, stomping her foot.

He stood, ripped open his pants and shoved his heavy cock
directly into her waiting pussy. He gently wrapped his hand around her throat.
“I’ve told you before, baby, you need to ask before you come.” He nipped her
ear. “Now push back and ride my cock.”

She pushed her hips back, gyrating on him. He ground his
dick into her; grabbing her hips, he took over and pummeled her. He had waited
too long to touch her and quickly lost control as he took her again and again.
She mewed and moaned with every thrust—the harder Dante pumped, the louder she
became. He pulled her head back and kissed her deeply as he released her hip
and circled her clit with two fingers.

She was close and he forced himself to hold on, wanting her
to come with him.

“I can’t wait, baby. Are you ready to come?” he whispered
against her lips.

“Yes, Dante, please let me come,” she cried into his mouth.

“Come,” he ordered, taking her mouth as she let go and
taking her scream into himself. He pushed twice more and flooded her with his
seed.

Dante was pretty sure a hurricane had left a path of
destruction in his life and the name of that hurricane was Penny Lane.

* * * * *

Penny rang the bell to Dante’s home. She was originally
going to cook dinner for both men at her place, but he’d called that morning to
say he wanted them at his house.

The door swung open and she sucked in a breath. Dante had
answered dressed in a worn pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. She’d never seen
him in casual clothing before and he looked good enough to eat.

“Come in.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Soft music followed them as he showed her around. His home
was decorated in neutrals and tastefully done. A typical man’s home, there were
no personal touches anywhere to be found. Her mind began to wander as she
imagined a large vase filled with lilies on the fireplace mantel and how great
a picture would look above his couch.

Following him into the kitchen, she saw a small table set
for two.

“Andrew couldn’t come tonight. Something came up.”

Her heart fluttered. It meant she was going to spend the
evening with him alone. No Andrew to act as a buffer.

The thought stopped her cold. Was that how she thought of
Andrew?

She liked Andrew, he was a wonderful lover with an easy
smile, but if she was honest, her feelings for him didn’t go beyond friendship.

Dante was another matter altogether. She wasn’t stupid
enough to lie to herself. What she wanted from him went beyond mere friendship.
Whenever she was at work, near him and not touching him, it was tantamount to
torture. With the exception of what had happened in his office, there hadn’t
been anything inappropriate between them. She’d had to exert some serious
discipline to keep from jumping him.

“Are you okay with this?” He took her hand in his then
lifted it to his mouth and grazed her knuckles, kissed her temple. “You’re not
afraid to spend the evening alone with me, are you?”

Dear God, no.
She wanted to be with him. She was
falling for him and falling hard.

“Come on, let’s eat.” He held out a chair for her. “I hope
you like Italian.” He set out a tray of lasagna and salad. Serving them both,
he opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass.

“You seem out of sorts,” he observed. “Tell me what’s going
on.”

She shrugged. “After this afternoon, I guess I’m a little
flustered. I thought what we had going on included Andrew.”

He grabbed her. “What if I don’t want this to include Andrew
any longer?”

“Don’t you think you should have discussed this with me
first?”

“I told you when we started that I might reach this point.”

She shook her head, not understanding. “It appears you’ve
made the decision already.”

“I thought what happened this afternoon made the decision
for us.”

“Dante, you barely know me. What in the world made you
decide to make this a twosome?”

He sat back. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I met you.”

“You’ve only been at the company two months and never once
went out of your way to talk to me.” What was she thinking? She wanted this man
with a vengeance and now she was balking because he wanted to spend the evening
with her?

Dante rose from his chair. He wrapped his arms around hers
and hauled her up. “You need to stop thinking so much and just enjoy this…”

He lowered his mouth and kissed her. What started out as a
hard, bruising kiss softened to a sensual tasting. His tongue skated along the
seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She held on to his waist to keep
from falling into the chair.

Opening her mouth, she sucked his tongue in, loving the way
their breath mingled as they fought to gain control of the kiss. His hand slid
up her back and through her hair, angling her head so he could dive deeper into
her mouth.

Her legs were wobbly and she clung to him more tightly. He
was branding her with his lips, teeth and tongue. She couldn’t remember being
kissed so thoroughly before in her life. His mouth left hers and traveled along
her jaw and up to her ear.

“I’ve been thinking about you riding me all fucking day
long. I’m so hard it hurts.”

She cried out as he bit her neck and sucked it. “That’s
going to leave a mark.”

He laughed against her skin. “Good.”

She pushed him back slightly. “My turn.” She went up on her
toes and licked a path down the side of his throat. She stopped long enough to
skim her palms up his chest and remove his shirt.

Her fingers spread wide as she scraped her nails across his
nipples. He grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth toward them.

“Lick them,” he demanded.

Happy to oblige, she licked one flat nipple, circling her
tongue around it before catching it between her teeth.

“Fuck yes,” he hissed, and she bit him harder.

She quickly gave his other nipple the same attention. There
was no mistaking how much he enjoyed her touch. The evidence was hard and
pressed against her belly.

She moved down his stomach to trace the small line of hair
disappearing below the waist of his jeans.

Using her teeth, she unbuttoned his fly.

“You are evil,” he sighed as her thumbs hooked into his belt
loops and pulled his jeans down to his knees.

She looked him in the eye as she leaned forward and swiped
her tongue along the tip of his dick. Holding his gaze with her own, she
explored underneath his large crown, learning every bump and ridge before
kissing her way back up. A single bead shone on the tip and she rubbed her lips
against it.

“Open for me, baby.” He stroked her cheeks.

She couldn’t get enough of him; he tasted like ambrosia
against her tongue. Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him. She
grasped his shaft with one hand and palmed his balls with the other, loving the
heavy weight.

Her mouth watered as she took him farther in and back out
again, setting a rhythm that Dante helped by making shallow thrusts.

“Your mouth is like magic,” he whispered as he pushed
forward. After several more thrusts, he said, “Enough.” He tightened his hold
on her hair and pulled out. He quickly removed his jeans and boxers the rest of
the way, then helped her to her feet. Lacing his fingers through hers, he led
her to the bedroom.

As soon as they were through the door, he wrapped his arms
around her from behind, cupping her breasts through her shirt. He placed wet,
open-mouthed kisses along her throat and Penny knew she was going to come any
second.

Dante was overwhelming her with just his mouth. One hand
slid from her breast down to her pants. He slipped it past the waistband, past
her panties, and pushed a finger inside. “I can’t believe how fucking ready you
are for me.”

“I can’t wait much longer,” she panted. He thrust deeply in
and out, his palm sliding across her clit at the same time. He pinched and
pulled her nipple through her bra. She felt dizzy, unable to think as he pumped
faster.

“This is just the beginning. Wait until I’m inside you,
baby,” he promised. “Come for me.”

It was all Penny needed to hear and she let go on a cry that
bounced around the room.

He didn’t give her time to recover as he turned her around
and quickly removed her clothes. “Lie down on the bed.”

She sat down and scooted to the middle.

“Legs up. Show me what I want.”

Dear God, she’d never been so wanton and sexy in her life.
She planted her feet on the mattress and let her knees fall open. He stood
there looking down at her as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world,
not some chubby assistant.

“I need to see more. Come on, baby, open for me.”

She spread her pussy lips with the tips of her fingers. Her
cream was running out of her as she watched him, watching her.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He stalked to the bed and went
to his knees. “I love the way you taste,” he murmured before his tongue
feathered over her outer lips, causing Penny to squirm under his light touch.
She wanted more, needed him to be rougher.

“I can’t take this. It’s too soft.”

His head shot up. “Does my baby need it harder?”

She couldn’t form any words or manage to nod before his head
disappeared and his tongue dove into her entrance. He licked and sucked until
she was screaming, but he didn’t stop.

Two fingers thrust into her pussy. Crooking them, he shifted
back and forth, rubbing her G-spot. Her hips flew off the bed in time to his
thrusts. Something took her over and she made sounds she’d never known were
possible. Her entire being tightened as a rush of liquid left her.