By a Thread: A Grumpy Boss Romantic Comedy

Islid the sweater over her head, and when I realized there was nothing between Ally’s perfect breasts and my mouth but a flimsy white tank top, I felt a primal growl work its way up my throat.

Her nipples were hard and pointed beneath the simple cotton. I cupped those breasts in my hands, loving the feel of those buds going even harder.

She attacked my tie, the buttons of my shirt, but lost her train of focus when I yanked the scoop neck down, baring one breast. I paused just long enough so that she could feel my hot breath on her skin before sucking that pink, pert nipple into my mouth.

Her gasp of pleasure, the feel of that delicious rosette puckering against my tongue, made every torturous second in the last two months worth it. This moment of heaven was worth a lifetime of misery. I sucked harder, holding her to me. She bucked her hips against me, driving my dick wild with the friction. She was in leggings, and judging by the wet heat I could feel through them, she didn’t have a damn thing on underneath.

I needed her naked. Nothing between us.

“Why do you wear so many damn layers,” she demanded, her voice shaking as she shoved my vest off my shoulders.

“Never again,” I promised, moving my attention to her other breast and suckling hard.

“Please don’t stop wearing vests,” she begged.

“Anything you want, Ally. All you have to do is ask.” I gave her nipple another resounding suck and had to tamp back the wolf inside me when she whimpered.

I helped her strip my shirt away and then reluctantly abandoned her breasts to pull the tank over her head. I tossed it on the floor in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.

“Come here,” I whispered darkly, pulling her against me and reveling at the feel of her hard, wet nipples against my chest.

She hissed in a breath. “Chest hair. So good.”

I wanted to laugh. But every cell of my being was entirely focused on her body and the endless list of things I wanted to do to her. The litany of ways I wanted to make her come.

Finally. Finally. Finally.

“Baby, we’re going to have to stand up and get rid of the rest of these clothes,” I warned her.

“I don’t want to stop touching you,” she confessed. Her hands were stroking over my chest and shoulders, down my arms, across my abs. I felt… worshipped. Loved.

“Just for a second,” I promised. Despite my protesting cock, I lifted her off my lap.

“Strip faster,” she demanded, peeling her leggings off in one swift motion.

She was spectacular. Naked in the city lights with snow falling behind her. Ally Morales was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my entire life.

Humbled and stunned, I fumbled with my belt. She stepped in and loosened it for me. Together, we shoved my pants to the floor. She was trembling, shaking as she stared at me. It was the distance. Everything made sense when we were touching. Anything seemed possible then.

She started to sink to her knees, but I stopped her. I wouldn’t be able to withstand that mouth on my cock. Not this first time. I’d had too many fantasies burned into my brain. Besides, I owed her. Two.

“No. It’s your turn, sweetheart.” I pulled her to me. Her skin was so soft and smooth against my own. My cock was pinned between us and demanding more.

She cupped my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “I don’t want your tongue. I don’t want your fingers. The first thing you put inside me is going to be your cock, Dom.”

My dick jerked its agreement between us.

Holy motherfucking shit.

“I don’t have a condom,” I confessed. I had no need to stock condoms in this office. I wasn’t my father.

Ally’s eyes closed then opened again. “You don’t need one tonight,” she whispered. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

I was struck by two things. Permission for my darkest fantasy. Of fucking her until her pussy closed around my shaft and milked my own orgasm out of me, making me pour myself into her. Making her mine.

And then there was the caveat she tried to slip past me.

“This isn’t for just one night, Ally. So get used to it. Once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.” Ever.

I wished we were in a bed. My bed where I could spread her out and look my fill, take my time tasting her. But I wouldn’t survive waiting another minute and settled for the couch. I laid her out on it and slid a knee between her legs.

Before giving into her greedy demands, I dipped my head and helped myself to her breasts again. They were rapidly becoming my newest obsession. My erection hung heavily, its tip painting Ally’s stomach with precum as it leaked shamelessly from the slit.

This is what she did to me. Reduced my body to a series of biological and chemical chain reactions.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants as I nuzzled at her perfect fucking tits. I wanted to die with this nipple throbbing in my mouth.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pull me down to her.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” I whispered, fisting my cock at the root.

She nodded wordlessly, eyes wide. I felt so many things. Powerful. Vulnerable. Ready. Terrified. And the rage that simmered low in my gut every time I looked at that bruise. I was never going to get over seeing that mark on her face.

“Are you sure?” I asked, part of me wishing she’d change her mind. Because it was all going to change. “You trust me?”

“Yes. Dom, please!”

I lined the weeping head of my cock up against her pussy. She was so fucking wet I thought I might die. I wanted to tease her a bit, prepare her for me. But I couldn’t help myself. I gave a shallow pump, force-feeding the first two thick inches into her.

Her gasp echoed inside my blood.

Gritting my teeth, I held on to my sanity as she squeezed the head of my dick. “Tell me you understand me, Ally. Tell me you know this makes you mine.”

She was trembling around my throbbing tip, and if she didn’t say it in the next five seconds, I was going to plow into her anyway and make her say it after. I could only hang on for so long. I was only human.

“Dom,” she whispered brokenly.

“Say it. Tell me, Ally.” I knew it didn’t make sense. I’d spent the past two months telling her, telling myself, that we would never happen. Now I was claiming her. I didn’t know what it meant. Or what it would cost. But I knew I was willing to pay any price.

She squeezed her eyes closed tight. “I’m yours,” she whimpered.

The knot in my chest loosened, and as soon as she opened her eyes again, I fucked into her tight sheath on one long, hard thrust. I held there as she scrambled under me, managing to open just a little wider, and my last inch slid into her. I hit bottom and stalled.

I could feel her fucking quivering around me. Bare. Nothing between us. She was impaled on me, her beautiful whiskey eyes open now. Wide and glassy.

“Breathe,” I gritted out. “Just breathe for a second.” Her breasts were smashed against my bare chest.

She was so tight, clamped around my erection, and I was so damn hard, I was seeing stars. She sucked in a breath, and I swear to God, I felt it in my cock.

Sweat broke out on my forehead. “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to hold on to the reins and not just mindlessly fuck my way in and out of her body.

“If you move, I’m going to come,” she warned me.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her again, teasing her with my tongue, and when she started to relax, I pulled out and thrust back in.

“Oh, God.”

“Dom, baby,” I corrected. She lasted four glorious pumps before the quivering clamped down on my dick like a velvet vice.

“Dominic!” Her fingers bit into my back, and I fucking loved that nip of pain. I kept driving into her, biting my lip until I tasted blood, pushing off the armrest with my foot to power into her harder and harder. Determined to hold on through the most in-fucking-credible experience my cock had ever had inside a woman.

She undulated beneath me like she had when she danced for me, and in that moment, I counted myself the luckiest man on the planet. I felt every squeeze, every wave, and rode out her orgasm with her.

I was sweating. My balls were sending out an SOS. I couldn’t hold on much longer, but right now, I was her fucking superhero.

I kissed her, and when she dreamily sighed against my tongue, I bit her bottom lip. “Mine. Ally.”

“Yours,” she agreed.

It gave me another dose of superpowers. I beat back the threat of my own orgasm, picked her up, and sat with her on my lap.

“I’ve been thinking about this since that night,” she moaned, bringing her hands to my shoulders.

“I want to watch you while you ride my cock. I want to see your eyes go glassy and that pulse in your throat flutter. I want to watch your tits bounce while I tell you I’m never leaving you.”

“Dominic,” she whispered.

“I’m never leaving you, Ally.”

“You can’t say things like that,” she argued.

I gave her ass a little slap and then another one because I liked the sound of it.

She liked it too. Because she was writhing on me just like she had in the club that I still wanted to burn to the ground. But this time, my cock was where it belonged. Buried deep inside her.

Wet didn’t begin to describe Ally. She was a goddamn rainforest, and I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to throw her down and eat her out. To flip her over and slam into her from behind. I wanted her in missionary and up against a wall. In every conceivable position. I wanted to take years discovering all the ways I could make her come. My own personal treasure hunt.

She was working my dick like there was nothing else in the world she wanted more. Like she didn’t have a sick father. Or crushing medical bills. Or the man who’d rejected her too many times suddenly claiming rights to her.

I felt it again. That electric quivering as her muscles trembled around my dick. It was magic. A miracle. She was my fucking miracle.

“I feel you, Ally. I know you want to come again. Give it to me, sweetheart.”

Because I could, I took her nipple in my mouth again and sucked hard. My world was glowing, bright and hot, and I was kicking myself for almost missing out on knowing what it felt like to have Ally Morales climax on my dick.

I held on to her hips, checking her speed, and started thrusting. Every damn time, I bottomed out in her. I got harder as she got wetter.

Reaching around, I gripped her ass cheeks in both hands and drove into her.

She came like that, with my cock buried in her, my tongue lathing her nipple, and my hands spreading her open from behind.

She bucked, rocking back and forth as those delicate miracles of muscle clamped around me greedily. And then my own orgasm was racing up my balls, drawing them up tight.

“Ally!” This time, when I came saying her name, she was here. She was all around me. It speared through me, gutting me as I poured rope after rope of my hot climax into her. Finally.

It was a religious experience. A spiritual awakening as I filled this woman with my seed.

Fulfilling my destiny and branding her as mine just as she’d carved her initials into my heart.

My life would never be the same. I was never letting her go. No matter what.

She writhed against me, still coming, still sobbing my name, holding my face to her breast.

We stayed like that long after the waves stopped coming. Sweat gave her skin a honey-like sheen in the soft glow of the light. I didn’t want to pull out. I didn’t want to ever not be inside her again. I felt her clench around me once, twice, as if she’d read my mind.

I gave her nipple one last stroke with my tongue before dropping my head back against the sofa. “Three-two,” I gasped.

“Jesus, we’re still not even?” Her laugh was breathless, and I felt that too in my still-hard cock.

“Give me a couple of minutes.”

And the rest of your life.