Foreplay with the Boss: Billionaires of Boston

30. Kat

Iwould never get sick of watching Kat come apart. I gripped her hips and thrust into her, drawing out her orgasm as long as I could.

Then I rolled her underneath me. I kissed her lips, inhaling her gasp. She was so tight and slick and perfect. The entire day had been perfect, and I didn’t want it to end.

I’d held my tight grip on my control as long as I could, and when Kat arched her hips and said my name, I lost it. My orgasm ripped through me, laying waste to every other thought, and I pumped into her until I didn’t have another drop.

I lowered myself onto the bed next to her, my breaths still sawing in and out of my mouth. Kat rolled to her side so she faced me, and I dragged my thumb over her kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Have I told you how incredibly beautiful and sexy you are?”

A smile spread across her face, making her that much more beautiful. “Thank you. You’re quite nice to look at yourself. And the sex…I mean, damn.” She nestled closer, her head on my shoulder, and I trailed my fingertips over her soft skin.

The day caught up with me and my eyelids started to lose the fight to stay open. Kat shifted away, and I reached for her and pulled her back to me. “Where going?” Words weren’t exactly working for me right now.

I sighed as Kat ran her hand down the side of my face. “You’re tired, and I am, too, so I figured it was time to gather my stuff and go.”

I cracked my eyes open. “I drove us here. How exactly are you planning to get home?”

“I can just call a cab or an Uber. It’s not a big deal.”

I didn’t like that idea, but more than that, I didn’t want her to go at all. “Wait,” I said, now that thoughts were connecting better and I realized how late it was. “Who knows what kind of sketchy drivers are out this time of night.”

“You live in a nice neighborhood, and I’ve called for rides plenty of times before, even later than this. I’ll be fine.”

I shot up, shaking away the haze of sleep. “You’re not riding home with some stranger at this time of night—not on my watch.” I picked up her hand and laced her fingers with mine. “Just stay.”

She bit her lip, and I wondered why she was hesitating, and trying not to be offended that she was. “Are you asking because it’d be inconvenient to have to take me home, or because you want me here?”

“Because I want you here.” I didn’t have to think twice about that, even though I knew I didn’t deserve it. The train coming to crash into us was in the distance but headed our way, so I just wanted to enjoy the time we had before it wrecked into us and left a mess.

Kat slid back into the covers and snuggled next to me and I held her close, memorizing what it felt like to hold her as I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I WALKED into the kitchen to see Kat stretched onto her tiptoes, my oversized T-shirt lifting enough to see the bottom of her ass.

Clearly she was struggling to get the coffee, and I’d help her, I would, but after I enjoyed the view for a few more seconds.

“Got—ah!” She threw her hands over her head as the coffee can fell. The lid popped off when it hit the counter and grounds flew everywhere, a puff of brown clouding the air. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“Having some trouble?”

She did a one-eighty, her hand over her heart. Then she gave me a sheepish smile. “Shit. I was trying to brew coffee because I have a wee bit of a caffeine addiction, but for some reason you keep it on the top shelf, and well, obviously you saw the result.”

I moved over to help her scoop up the grounds. She gathered the ones we’d been able to salvage and started the coffee maker.

She wound her arms around my shirtless torso and dragged her nose across my neck before placing a kiss there. “Morning.”

I cupped her chin, tipping her face up as I lowered my lips to hers. “Morning.”

She was quite the sight, mussed hair showing signs of what we’d done last night and making me want to do it all over again. Eventually. Right now, I was enjoying holding her and the small hum of pleasure she made as she snuggled in closer.

Once the coffee was done, she poured two mugs—apparently the idea of getting me coffee in my own home wasn’t as revolting as the idea of getting me a cup at work.

I toasted two bagels, and then we sat at the table I rarely used. As we ate, she tucked her knee up to her, the other leg extended to rest her foot on my lap. Was this what it was like waking up with someone? Sharing your morning? Usually the thought made me want to break out in hives, but this? I could get used to this.

“So, what’s the plan for the day?” Kat asked, then her eyes widened. “I mean for you, like any fun plans? I’m not saying that I’m planning on overstaying my welcome.” Her chest lifted and fell as her breath increased in speed. “And I’m not saying you have to tell me what you’re doing, either. I was just trying to make small talk and…I’m going to stop now.” She shoved an extra big bite of her bagel in her mouth, like that could stop her from rambling.

I wrapped my hand around her petite foot, her red toenails hinting at her vixen side. “Well, that’s too bad, because my plans for the day revolve around you.”

“Really?” she asked, one of her cheeks popping out from the bagel.

I trailed my finger up her shin. “Really. I have dinner with my mom tonight, and I’ll have to send a few emails, but other than that, I was thinking an easy, lazy Sunday with an easy, not so-lazy girl.”

She made an offended sounding noise. “Easy? You’re calling me easy?”

I skimmed my hand up the inside of her thigh, and her muscles turned pliant under my touch as her head rolled back.

“Fine,” she said. “When it comes to you, I’m easy.”

It was supposed to be more of a teasing demonstration, but my pulse rushed through my head, getting that much louder as I thought of all the fun we could have if she stayed for the day. We’d rile each other up until we couldn’t stand it, slake our lust, then watch TV or something until we were ready to do it all again. “Just how I like you.”

I removed my hand from her leg as I sat back in my chair, and she looked at me like I’d taken away her favorite toy. “Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll finish what I started, but you’ll have to be patient.”

She stuck out her lips in a sexy pout. “Why?”

“Because I said so.” I picked up my phone and tried to concentrate on the emails I needed to address. But Kat stood and stretched, the glowing light of the window behind her making the outline of her body stand out.

She looked at me, purposely dropped the spoon she’d used to stir her coffee on the floor, and then bent over to grab it, giving me quite a show.

The sides of my phone dug into my palm, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I heard the glass crack from me holding it so tight.

How could I still feel like this every single time? I wanted more even before we were finished, it was that fucking good. I was addicted to her, and I didn’t know how I’d get my fix when she left Boston. Surely it’d fade over time…

Since thinking about her leaving only made me aware of our limited time, I decided being patient was overrated. The sooner we started round one—or would it be round two, because of last night?—the sooner we could get to the next round, whatever it would be.

Kat shot me a sultry glance over her shoulder as she straightened, then she walked over to the sink and set her mug and spoon inside.

I circled the island, and when her eyes widened, it only encouraged me to pounce. I gripped her upper arm and yanked her to me.

“I thought I was going to have to be patient?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you were doing, bending over like that.” I spun her around so that the ass I’d gotten an eyeful of met my hard dick. I ran my hand down the front of the T-shirt she had on, feeling her puckered nipple under the thin fabric, and enjoying the way she automatically arched against me.

Her words came out on a shaky exhale. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s easy.”

I slid my hand over her hip and down, down, until I found the spot that made her writhe and buck in my grip. As she shuddered against my hand, I pulled her tighter to me and ground against her ass.

Between the T-shirt and my boxer briefs, there was still too much fabric. With my free hand, I yanked my underwear down and off me, then I wadded the shirt she had on in my fist and tugged it up and over her head. As I brought my hand back down, I paused to pinch and twist her nipples. She let out a whimper as she arched against me again, applying more pressure right where I wanted it. I wrapped my hand around her neck, my thumb resting at the spot where her pulse point beat out a rapid rhythm.

Using my grip on her, I tilted her head to the side and then gave her a punishing kiss on the neck, marking her so anyone who crossed her path knew she was mine. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Kat?”

I felt her chest rising and falling against my forearm as her breathing picked up speed. “No.”

I moved my lips to her earlobe and gave it a gentle bite. “But you’ve always wanted to try it, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, circling her hips faster as I continued to play with her clit.

“We’ll take it nice and slow, okay?” I stroked the lips of her pussy, finding her wet for me, and she nodded.

“First, we’ll get you off.” I plunged a finger inside her, groaning at the way her body clamped down on me. “Then we’ll experiment a little.”

I added another finger and curled them until I found her G- spot. She fucked my hand, riding it as I held her against me, and I pumped my fingers until she shattered apart.

“Jameson,” she said, and I turned her around and kissed her, claiming every inch of her mouth. Never breaking the kiss, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom.

I positioned Kat in front of me so that she could see herself in the mirror over the sink— that way, I could also see her expression to help guide me.

I didn’t want to push her too far, but I’d been obsessing about her ass since the first moment I laid eyes on it. I slipped inside her pussy, working her up again, and once I was nice and slick, I pulled out and eased the tip inside her tight asshole. “You okay?”

Kat nodded.

“Tell me what you want me to do. I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to…” Her perfect tits rose and fell with her shaky breaths and then she licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

I pushed in another couple inches, and she shuddered around me. Fuck,I’malreadyabouttoloseit. She was so damn tight, and we fit together like we’d been made for each other. I grabbed Kat’s hand and guided it over her sex.

“Make yourself come. I want to feel it while I’m buried inside of you.”

She stroked and let out a moan, and I eased all the way inside her. Being able to see her in the mirror turned me on that much more. I gathered her hair in my hand and tugged her head back a little as I started long, slow thrusts.

“Look at how fucking sexy you are.”

Her eyes met mine in the mirror, half-lidded with lust.

She pushed back against me, and I saw black for a second. “It heightens…all the sensations.” Our bodies met again and again. “Jameson…I’m…” She cried out, rocking against me, and it pushed me right over the edge, no chance of holding back.

As soon as I was sure I wasn’t going to pass out, I withdrew and turned her in my arms. I brushed back her hair. “You okay?”

“That was…” She blew out a breath. “That was amazing.” I kissed her, thinking she was also pretty fucking amazing.

She sagged against me then she glanced at the tub in the center of the bathroom. “Your tub’s ginormous. I could, like, swim laps in it.”

“It’d be one quick lap.” I twisted a strand of her hair around my finger. “Would you like a bath in that ginormous tub?”

She ran her fingers down my chest. “Will you be joining me?”

I slanted my mouth over hers. “Well, I am feeling kind of dirty.”

She grinned against my lips, and I thought that this was already the perfect day, and we still had a few hours to make it even better.