Taking Control (Holidays With The Boss #1) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Holidays With The Boss Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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“I never really thought about starting over again. I’m not that old. Thirty-nine. Still makes me in my prime.” I glaze over the question, seriously wondering if that’s a vision I can see myself doing again. The first time around was hard, mainly because Jade was a selfish bitch who left our daughter to go live her life. We survived then. I’m sure now it’d be even easier.

“Your face, oh my god, you look like I stole your most precious Macallan. I was teasing. Honestly, I never saw myself with children; that wasn’t ever part of my fairy tale as a child. It could be because my parents struggled with it and I’m worried that it could likely trickle down to me. So, if it happens, it happens; if not, that’s okay, too.” I grab the Scotch and red wine, pour a generous amount for the two of us, and slide it towards her over the kitchen island, one of the things I’ve upgraded since Mae’s been in New York. The cabinets were dated, the appliances slowly losing steam, and I wanted the dark green countertops replaced with the now white granite.

“Then I suppose a cheers is in order.” Tessa lifts her glass. Mine is already in the air, the two of us clinking our glasses together.

“To us,” she responds. We both take a healthy sip of our drinks, and it’ll be the only ones we have, too. I don’t mind taking her while she’s been drinking, but not the first time and definitely not inebriated past the point of her being able to participate.

“Come with me?” I question, holding my hand out to her.

“Sure.” I lead her out to the back patio, and Tessa willingly follows. The first time, I’m not going to let her get off with her own fingers. I’m going to taste her sweetness directly from the source.

9

KINGSTON

“You keep looking at me like that, Tessa, I’m going to want a taste.” We’ve been sitting outside for a little bit now, enjoying the crisp cool air, and judging by the way her nipples are pebbled beneath her blouse, the way she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs, I’d say she’s as turned on as I am.

“So far, you’ve been a whole lot of talk, King. Maybe I’m after something more.” She puts her wine glass down on the table beside the outdoor couch we’re sitting on, each of us in one corner, which is going to work perfectly for what I have in mind.

“If that’s the case, stand up and strip for me,” I throw out the gauntlet to see if she’s willing to give me what I want.

“I have one condition.” She stands up, fingers going to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them all. I realize she doesn’t have a bra on beneath, but a lace camisole type thing. She drops the blouse, untucks the other sheer-like fabric, nipples pebbled, and then she unzips her skirt.

“What’s that, temptress?” I lick my lower lip, ready to see everything that entails Tessa Drake.

“You have to get naked, too. If you’re going to make me feel good, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.” Never in my wildest imagination would I expect this from Tessa—the boldness, the go-getter attitude, the sex appeal she oozes. My eyes move to the whooshing of the fabric that’s now puddled around her bare feet.

“I’ll give you that. Continue on. Panties as well, Tessa.” I stand up, making quick work of my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants, all while watching the temptress herself reveal more of her soft, smooth skin. I drop my boxers, hearing a sharp inhale of breath come from her as she wiggles out of her thong. “Jesus, you’re bare still?” I ask. Having gotten a glimpse of her pussy all those years ago, my mouth salivated then, like it is now.

“King.” I can visibly see her thighs clenching together as she tries to create a friction to calm down the ache that’s built up inside her when I strip out of my boxer briefs. My hand fists my cock, staving off my own need to throw her on the couch, spread her legs, and slam inside this temptress over and over again. I take a seat on the couch and spread my legs, allowing her to see what she’s doing to me.

“Come here, temptress. I want my face buried in your pussy while your mouth is on my cock.” She looks confused for a moment, trying to figure out how we’re going to make this happen. “I’ll guide you. Come here, like you’re going to sit on my lap reverse cowgirl style.” I hold my hand out for her. She does as told, spinning around, showing me her gorgeous fucking ass, an ass I want to bite and suck, leaving my mark all over for her to feel and admire in a mirror. My hand leaves hers and holds her hip. “Bend over, hands on the floor. I’ll guide you back.” I watch as she bends over, pussy right in my view. I take my chance, knowing that this will work easier if I keep her mind preoccupied, not allowing her to worry about falling. I sit up and sweep my tongue across her wet, heated flesh.



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