The Boss Made Me Moan (6)
His hand smoothed over my ass, then slipped lower. Not quite touching, but close enough to make me pant.
“This doesn’t feel like someone who wants me to stop,” he murmured near my ear.
“Dwayne…” I whispered, my breath shaky. “You’re my boss.”
“And yet,” he said as his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties, “you’re wet as fúck.”
He peeled them down to my knees. My breath caught. Shame and heat collided in my chest.
“You didn’t follow the rules, Mia. I warned you what would happen.”
I could’ve stopped him. I could’ve said no. But my body was already trembling, my nípples hard, my thighs pressed together like I could hide how turned on I was. I hated that he was right.
His hand came down again, but softer now. A tease.
“I want to hear you say it,” he s
