Tempted by the Bosshole (Forbidden Confessions #11) Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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Why? If he was supposed to love me, didn’t he want me to feel good? This man whose name I don’t even know has treated me with more care than the douchebag I wasted six years with.

“So close,” he breathes on my needy flesh.

“Yes!”

“Hmm.” He swipes his tongue across my clit again, then backs away with a kiss to each of my inner thighs before he stands.

He’s stopping? “But⁠—”

“You want to come.” He skims his thumb across my pussy again, giving me enough sensation to stay on the edge, but not enough to topple over. “You will. But I want you to do it on my cock.”

With his gaze fused to mine, he twists the buttons of his dress shirt free, revealing inch after inch of bronzed, hard-bodied man, before he flings the pristine white garment across the room.

Holy shit, he’s a god.

His suit hid big traps, bulging shoulders, hard pecs, biceps as big as my thighs, and ridged abs that I would swear were photoshopped if I couldn’t reach out and touch them.

Belatedly, I realize I’m gaping.

He merely smiles. Like everything else about him, his oozing confidence is sexy. I’ve never felt compelled to run my tongue up and down a man—until now.

“I promise you’ll come on my tongue later.” He reaches for the button of his slacks.

I prop myself on my elbows. “I’ve never had an orgasm during penetration.”

He lifts a dark brow. “For me, you will. Buckle up, baby girl. It’s about to get rough. You ready?”

CHAPTER FOUR

Nathan

“Please,” she pants.

Isabella really is an eager little thing. And if I’m being honest, she’s nothing like I expected. She’s beautiful, a little naive…and sweeter than I imagined. Based on the last two weeks she’s been in the office, she’s also hardworking and smart. She seems pretty much perfect, at least on the surface.

And from now on, she’s mine.

Since her ex apparently didn’t get her off, I’ll lavish pleasure on Isabella Shay for the rest of her life. Regardless of what else I do to her, I’ll worship her body every chance I get. In fact, I love the idea of being the first—and only—man to give her ecstasy. Maybe I should have let her come on my tongue, but my inner caveman insists I give Isabella her first real orgasm while I’m buried deep inside her. I want her to associate my cock with screaming bliss and to beg for it every fucking day.

I won’t stop until she does.

My pants fall to my ankles. I step out of them and peel off my boxer briefs, loving the way her eyes flare wide. “You on the pill?”

“Sorry. I can’t take it.”

Excellent.

Grinning, I grab a foil square from my nightstand, ignoring the impatient throbbing of my cock. In the silence, she watches with wide eyes as I roll down the condom.

“Get in the middle of the bed and spread your legs.”

Isabella doesn’t balk or play coy. She merely complies, biting her lip nervously as she meets my stare.

God, she’s fucking perfect to look at.

At the foot of the bed, I plant my knee between her legs and crawl up the mattress, my mouth working its way up her body again. The high arches of her delicate feet are graceful. The skin of her fleshy thighs is so goddamn soft. I appreciate that she’s not a size-two twig. This girl has lush hips and a juicy ass, not to mention an overflowing handful of tits with sweet pink nipples. That exotic scent of hers fills my head once more, making me half drunk. She’s going to be a joy to fuck. And later, when she’s filled out even more…

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I skim my lips up her inner thigh and settle over her pussy. With a groan, I drag my tongue up her puffy furrow once more. Jesus, she’s addicting. She’s wetter than ever and so goddamn swollen I’ll have to fight my way inside her. I look forward to the struggle.

Seriously, if I could have dreamed my perfect woman, she’d be a lot like Isabella Shay.

But I need to be careful. I’m the predator; she’s my prey. I can’t let her unravel nearly a year of painstaking planning.

Her uncontrolled whimpers and whispered pleas tell me when I’ve driven her to the brink of orgasm again. With a last reluctant lick of her tangy-tart cunt, I lift my head and kiss my way up her torso, lingering at her pretty nipples. When I’m not so determined to claim her, I’ll spend hours working these peaks over. She’s responsive, so I suspect she’ll come simply from me sucking them.

I can’t wait.

I let one of those hard tips pop from my lips before I cover her body, settle my hips between her thighs, and align my crest at her slick opening. I’m almost embarrassed that I’m shuddering with excitement. “Ready?”



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