The Ex (The Boss #4) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Boss Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
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“Mmm,” she purred. “You’re off to a very good start.”

The desire dripping from her voice shot straight to my groin. I wanted to make her come. I wanted to hear her sounds and feel her pussy rippling around my fingers. I slipped a second one in and crooked them in a “come here” gesture to find the spongy spot at the top of her vagina. I knew when I found it, because she gasped and sank her hands into my hair.

It was so easy to find. Why did so many guys have such trouble with it?

This is it, I told myself. If you’re going to eat pussy, it’s now or never.

I pointed my tongue, almost afraid to touch her with it, like her clit was the end of a nine-volt battery and I was dreading finding out how it would feel. I traced the hood of her clitoris that way, and she whimpered. In for a penny, in for a pound, as Neil often said. I opened my mouth and sucked the little knot between my teeth.

She moaned a long “oh,” of contentment, but I wasn’t looking for content. I wanted her to go wild.

I explored her folds with my tongue. She wasn’t sweet, as I’d anticipated. Once, Neil had said he liked to taste pussy when he ate pussy, and I could see why. She was salty and musky and like nothing else I’d ever tried. Even sucking my own juices off Neil’s fingers—or my own, depending on how naughty I was getting solo—wasn’t the same as the feel and smell and flavor of a real cunt. When I slipped back up to her clit, she made the most adorable mewling sound.

Being with her was like learning to read backwards; I knew the fundamentals, just not from this side. Her pelvis rocked a little more with every stroke of my tongue. She got wetter, her juices running down my hand to my wrist. I pressed my fingers harder against her g-spot and lapped at her clit, listening to the way her breathing sped, feeling the flutters around my fingers. A thousand filthy scenes filled my imagination: fucking her with a strap-on. Tying her hands and using the wand vibe on her until she begged me to stop. Making her kneel in front of me, the way Neil made me supplicate myself.

I didn’t have to wonder when she came. Her whole body curled up from the bed, and she was either hyperventilating or totally unable to control her vocal chords. Her babbling, rasping sounds were so desperate, each one vibrated through my body. She shuddered all over, and her cunt caught my fingers like a vise. A hot burst splashed over my chin and up my wrist, and I blinked in surprise.

I didn’t know how long to keep going, so when her cries subsided, I gently withdrew. Everything seemed louder; Gena’s thighs were no longer clamped around my head. I hadn’t even noticed, I’d been so caught up in getting her off.

I sat up and the room came back a piece at a time. Gena, sweat glistening on her skin, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Neil, leaning with his elbow on the arm of the chair, hiding his smirk behind his hand. And Ian, with a slowly growing grin, propped against the wall in his boxers and unbuttoned shirt.

Smart-ass that he was, he started a slow clap.

* * * *

Because of the late hour and the long drive, Ian and Gena spent the night in the guest room. After we saw them settled in, Neil and I went back to our bedroom. The silence between us was so absolute that, when he finally spoke, it startled me.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” he asked, as though it were a casual inquiry.

I didn’t want to dance around our feelings. “I did. I mean, the sex was fun. Ian was really gentle and considerate—”

Neil flashed me his half smile. “And he could make you come like flipping a light switch.”

“Yeah.” My skin flushed all over at the memory. “But you do that, too.”

“You needn’t reassure me, Sophie.” He went into the bathroom, and I followed him, straight into the shower. He turned on the tap for the wide showerhead in the ceiling, and water fell like rain. I joined him underneath it.

“I couldn’t help but notice there was something between you and Gena. It was very subtle,” he teased, pushing his wet hair back.

I caught my tongue between my teeth. “You picked up on that, huh?” I reached for my shampoo and squirted some into my palm. “Yeah…heat of the moment, I think.”

He made a noncommittal “Mmm.”

“What is that about?” I leaned my head to the side to work the suds down my long hair.

He grinned at me. “I’m just amused, is all. You say you’re straight, but put you in bed with another woman—”



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