My 5 Bosses - Page 17

I run my hands through his hair, messing up his perfect coif. “God, you’re so good at that,” I say, shivering.

He looks up at me with hooded eyes and watches my face as he drives me crazy with his tongue. He sucks my clit into his mouth and lets it go with a pop before standing up in front of me.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says.

I do what I’m told and cling to him with my legs, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lays me down on the breakroom love seat and climbs on top of me. I love the way he looks hovering over me, his hair in his eyes, the intensity in his stare. When he looks at me, I know he really does love me. There’s no other emotion that could possibly explain the look in his eyes. I think he can tell it’s the same for me because he brushes the hair from my face and says, “I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

I can’t say the same and I’m sure he knows that, because I love the others too, but that doesn’t seem to bother him at all.

He pushes into me achingly slow, watching my reaction the entire time. Our eyes continue to lock as if we’re both afraid to miss a single moment of our interaction together. I have to admit, it’s kind of nice to be with him, just the two of us, focusing on a single face. One set of lips, one pair of hands, one cock as it thrusts in and out with silky strokes.

His hips bear down on me, driving him deeper. The weight of his body against mine is sensual yet comforting. “God, you’re beautiful,” he says, still watching me.

I run my nails down his back. Men have told me many sweet things over the years, but none so believable as Beck. He lifts off of me but doesn’t pull out and reaches between my legs, touching that delicate spot. My eyes roll back in my head and my legs start to twitch.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers in a velvety deep voice.

He knows exactly where to touch to obliterate me. I open my mouth, but no words come out, just desperate, needy sounds.

His smile slays me. It has the power to take me out. I’m over. I’m gone. I’m his forever.

“That’s it, isn’t it? That’s the spot,” he says, moving his fingers faster over my clit. He starts to fuck me faster, knowing I’m on the brink of destruction and that he’s about to blow my mind into a thousand little pieces.

I’m mute. Seized by pleasure, paralyzed in this euphoria. His fingers move faster and faster, his hips thrusting harder and harder until this feeling building up inside goes off like a cannon and I cry out his name.

My body spasms, arched and rigid, which in any other setting might look like a seizure.

“That’s my girl,” Beck says as I start to come down. He kisses my breasts and lays his head against my chest.

My breath shivers out of me. “You’re incredible,” I say.

His laughter vibrates against my ribs. “I can do better when I’m not so tired. Why don’t we go home and get some sleep and I’ll do better tomorrow. We have a big day ahead of us.”

“Sounds good.”

Seven

The day of the tech expo is hectic to say the least. The building is packed with people showing off the latest technology. The guys and I scramble to gather everything that Beck will need to give the presentation to the interested buyers. By now everyone in the business has seen the new graphic, and so far, everyone loved it—especially the crowd when it went online with the other start-up companies presenting. Ours seems to be the one everybody flocks to.

We watch, excited as lines form at our booth, people seeking out more information about the app and the company. I’ve made pamphlets with our new graphic and all the information that goes into it. I’ve heard several people ask Beck about the Tap Company’s graphic artist. It feels so good to be appreciated for my work, especially when there are so many other incredible talented graphic artists in the room. Just to be on the same level as them is an honor. It’s a dream come true.

We managed to snag a booth in the center of the room between giant conglomerates and mega companies. Best seat in the house for a little start-up like ours. Looking around at all the different things on display, I feel as though I’ve just stepped into the world of science fiction. It’s all so incredible and overwhelming.

Beck looks at his watch. “It’s time, guys.”

We glance at each other with nervous smiles. This is it.

“You’ll kill it,” I tell him.

“Break a leg,” Derrick says.

“Break all your bones if it will make us rich,” Jason adds.

I hug him and whisper

in his ear before he leaves. “Good luck.”

We all stand around, not saying much. Then Winston says, “I’m going to go wander around and check stuff out before I end up chewing the nails off my fingers.”

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