Big Al

With a tenuous grasp on my restraint, I pivot on one foot and enter my office.
And there she is.
Fortunately, no one is in here with her. That makes this easier. Reaching behind me, I lock the door.
If anyone attempts to come into my office, they’re fired. And I don’t even give a shit whether they work here or not. They’re still fucking fired.
Maddie’s captivating sapphire eyes sing to me from across the room, compelling my legs to launch me forward. Her expression crumples with conflicting emotions, as if she’s unsure whether to smile or frown at me.
And damn if that doesn’t make my twisted heart beat faster.
My grizzly bear is furious at me.
Because she fucking loves me.
My feet move so swiftly she only has to take one step forward to remove the rest of the space between us.
Without speaking, I cup her cheeks and claim her lips. Gratefulness cascades over my flesh from the simple joy of kissing this woman.
She’s here. She’s safe.
And she’s mine.
Her lips part, and she moans delicately into my mouth. I angle her head to deepen the kiss, demanding every bit of her submission. Not in a possessive asshole way, but in an all-consuming way.
Because I can’t get enough of her.
Maddie’s every breath and sound are life-giving elixirs, and I drink them greedily, coming back thirsty for more. Our hands roam frantically, caressing and groping each other.
It’s still not enough.
Fuck.
What’s come over me?
She gasps for air, and I take advantage of the break to scoop under her ass, helping her wrap her legs around my waist. She lets out the most adorable shocked gasp, and a beaming smile tugs my cheeks wide.
“Where are you taking me?” she pants, her breath a shaky mess.
“To my desk.”
The corner of her mouth quirks with a sly grin. “Why?”
“I’m gonna bend you over it like I’ve fantasized about doing since I bought the damn thing.”
The column of her throat ripples with a forced gulp.
As I lower her ass to the edge of my desk, she asks, “What about your team?”
“I don’t want to fuck them,” I quip, unable to hold back the joke.
Her lips thin and pull across her teeth in a sexy as fuck smile. “Very funny. Don’t you need to go talk to them?”
“Maddie, for one damn hour, I need you to turn off your concern for everyone else. Because there is nothing else on earth I need to do right now—and I mean nothing—more important than fucking you to within an inch of your life.”
Fire ignites behind her eyes a split-second before she seals her mouth to mine. Without delay, my tongue delves past her lips so I can devour her.
She’s fucking delicious.
My hands trace her supple curves. I pulse my fingertips on the swell of her hips and tug her lower body toward me. She spreads her thighs, giving me room to drive myself against her center.
We’re wearing too many layers.
Our tongues twirl and twist while I flip the skirt of her dress up.
Breaking the kiss, I spare a quick glance down her body. It’s a casual cotton dress. Nothing fancy. But fucking hell. I can’t get enough of how it looks pooled atop her thighs, giving me access to where I want to be most.
I let my palms grope her legs, desperate to soak up more of her silky skin. “Thank you for this.”
“For wearing a skirt?”
Overzealously, I nod three times. Vigorous movements that couldn’t be more out of character. “Yes. Exactly that. You’re so damn good to me.”
“Well, you dropped so many hints.” Laughing, she shrugs. “And I love you.”
My groan gets cut off when I slam my lips against hers. I’m powerless to resist kissing her after that. Each time she says those three words, it removes a layer of anguish from all the years she didn’t say it. Knowing what I know now, she wasn’t holding back the words because she didn’t feel them.
It was because she did.
And that makes me kiss her even harder.
Responding to my intensity, she roughly grabs me by my nape with one hand and sinks her other between us. While she fumbles with my belt, I sneak my fingers into her panties, cricking my finger to tease her clit with the back of my knuckle. She flexes her hips, increasing the friction.
As soon as she gets my fly open, I withdraw my hand from between her thighs and tug her gingerly off the desk so she’s standing in front of me. “Turn around, Maddie.”
She rises to her tiptoes for a chaste kiss, then winks at me before complying. Leaning forward slightly, she braces herself on the edge of my desk and widens her stance. Gracefully, she bundles up the fabric of her skirt, resting it on her lower back.
Wordlessly asking me to undress her, she makes no move to take off her panties. I’m all too happy to oblige. I snake my fingers under the waistband and leisurely remove them, exposing her to me one inch at a time. Once I get past her hips, I find myself sinking to my knees at the same pace that I lower the soft red fabric.
Red.
Mmm. My sweet, proper, demure Maddie is wearing harlot red panties.
Correction. She was.

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Bossy Hero is coming to print, ebook, and audio on April 30th. The audiobook presale on my website is the fastest way to get your hands on the story since I should be delivering those about two weeks prior to release. The ebook presales will go out a few days later. Or, if you’d prefer, you can grab the standard Amazon preorder for the ebook and get it delivered on April 30th.