In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 280

He lifted his head, eyes dark with intent. "Let's find out."

Before she could protest, he captured both her wrists in one hand, raising them above her head. The silk tie slid cool against her heated skin as he wound it around her wrists, binding them to the headboard with practiced efficiency.

"That isn't going to stop my screams."

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "No, this is to make sure I don't end up with any more nail marks in my back."

Keira's face flushed crimson, remembering how she'd clawed at him earlier, desperate for purchase as he drove her to the edge. "Bastard."

"I will make sure no one hears your screams." His voice dropped to a rumble that vibrated through her chest.

He traced his fingers down her arms, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. Her breathing quickened as his touch ghosted over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts. He cupped one in his palm, thumb brushing over the peaked nipple until she arched beneath him.

"Alexei." His name escaped her lips as a breathless plea.

"What?" He circled her nipple with agonizing slowness, never quite giving her the pressure she craved.

"Touch me." The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

His mouth curved in satisfaction. "Where?"

Heat flooded her face. Even bound and desperate, he wanted her to ask for it. To surrender completely. Her pride warred with the ache building between her thighs.

"Everywhere," she whispered.

His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding. She kissed him back with equal hunger, her bound hands flexing against the silk as she fought the urge to touch him. His tongue swept past her lips, claiming her mouth like he owned it.

He broke away to trail hot kisses down her throat, pausing to suck at the pulse point that made her gasp. Her back arched as he continued his descent, his mouth closing over her breast. The wet heat of his tongue against her nipple sent electricity shooting straight to her core.

"God, yes." The words spilled from her lips before she could think.

He lavished attention on first one breast, then the other, until she was writhing beneath him. Every nerve ending felt electrified, every touch magnified. The restraints only heightened the sensation, forcing her to simply feel without being able to reciprocate.

His hand skimmed down her ribs, over the curve of her hip. She held her breath as his fingers traced patterns on her inner thigh, coming maddeningly close to where she needed him most before pulling away.

"Please." The word escaped as barely more than a breath.

"Please what?" His fingers resumed their torturous path, dancing just outside where she ached for him.

"Touch me there." Her voice broke on the words.

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