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Talking Dirty With the Boss
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“When I’m around you all I can think about is touching you. Tasting you. Having you. I want to push you against that car, pull off your jeans, your T-shirt. Spread you naked against the metal. Stroke you till you’re so wet you’re dripping. Then push my cock inside you. Make you come so hard you scream.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
“Then he paused, staring down at her, silver eyes brilliant. “I lied,” he said softly. “When I told you I didn’t have any dreams. I lied.” His arms slipped underneath her, holding her close. “You and the baby are,” he whispered. “You’re my dreams.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
“I’m going to give you an ultimatum, Marisa,” he said softly. “Either you stop sending me e-mails or”—he paused for effect—”you let me see what color your underwear really is.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
“I guess we could find a bench.”
“No, you wanted the grass.” He stood for a minute, brow creased. Then abruptly he took off his suit jacket and spread it out on the ground. “There. You can sit on that.”
She stared at him. Surely he didn’t mean that? She knew how important having his jacket all in order was to him, because every day when he came home from work, the first thing he did was take off his suit and hang it up so it remained perfectly pressed. He was a tidy kind of guy and she respected that, even if she didn’t understand it.
“But…it’ll get dirty.”
“I’ll get it dry-cleaned afterward.” And when she hesitated, he gestured toward it again. “Go on, sit.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
“No, you wanted the grass.” He stood for a minute, brow creased. Then abruptly he took off his suit jacket and spread it out on the ground. “There. You can sit on that.”
She stared at him. Surely he didn’t mean that? She knew how important having his jacket all in order was to him, because every day when he came home from work, the first thing he did was take off his suit and hang it up so it remained perfectly pressed. He was a tidy kind of guy and she respected that, even if she didn’t understand it.
“But…it’ll get dirty.”
“I’ll get it dry-cleaned afterward.” And when she hesitated, he gestured toward it again. “Go on, sit.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
“Luke moved closer to her and awkwardly patted one shoulder. “There, there.”
After a second, the shaking stopped and Marisa lifted her head. Her mascara was running, her cheeks were shiny with tears, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Pain shifted inside him, a pain he didn’t understand.
“Did you pat me?” she demanded.
From the look on her face perhaps touching her had been wrong. “You were crying,” he said stiffly. “I was trying to offer comfort.”
“By patting me and saying ‘there, there’?”
“What’s wrong with that?” He tried to resist the urge to pull at his jacket. “I was only trying to help.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
After a second, the shaking stopped and Marisa lifted her head. Her mascara was running, her cheeks were shiny with tears, and her eyes were red-rimmed. Pain shifted inside him, a pain he didn’t understand.
“Did you pat me?” she demanded.
From the look on her face perhaps touching her had been wrong. “You were crying,” he said stiffly. “I was trying to offer comfort.”
“By patting me and saying ‘there, there’?”
“What’s wrong with that?” He tried to resist the urge to pull at his jacket. “I was only trying to help.”
― Talking Dirty With the Boss
