“Then I suggest you come inside me quickly, sir.” I slide the denim over my hips and shimmy until my jeans fall to the Persian rug.

“Soon, I’ll come inside you.” John’s eyes glimmer. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing golden skin and silver scars. “I’ll feel you, fill you, put our baby inside you.”

I inhale sharply. “You want to have a child with me?” I rub my hands over my breasts, between my thighs, waiting for him to touch me, to claim me completely.

“Baby making isn’t on the agenda for today.” He plucks at his button-fly. “We’ll do this properly, getting married first.”

“Doing this properly means asking me to marry you.” My lips twitch. My arrogant man assumes I’ll marry him, assumes I’ll wish to have his children.

“Asking a question is unnecessary if I already know the answer.” John scowls. “You love me. I love you. We’ll get married. Have those three kids you want.”

My hands still. “I mentioned that once, over two years ago.”

“You could have mentioned it a hundred years ago and I’d remember.” John shrugs. The muscles over his stomach ripple, distracting me. He is one hot man.

“Enough talking.” He lowers his jeans and briefs with one hard yank, freeing his cock. My nipples tighten to the point of pain. He’s also one generously endowed man. “I have to fuck you, Trella.”

“Where do you need me, sir?” I sway.

“On the couch.” His eyes gleam. He does enjoy being in control and I enjoy allowing him this illusion. “On your back with your legs spread.”

I recline on the soft leather couch cushion and open to him, giving him a clear view of my glistening pink folds, my empty entrance. As he sheathes himself, I roll my nipples between my thumbs and fingers, my body humming with anticipation, with desire. He gazes down at me, stroking his cock, sliding his hands up and down his shaft.

“I’m ready, sir.” I lift my hips, wanting him to take me.

“I see that.” He drifts his cock head over me, spreading my wetness, teasing my pussy. I swivel my hips, silently pleading for more. He refuses to be rushed, his lips curling into a smug smile. John knows what he’s doing to me.

He plays with me, spiraling my lust upward. I grit my teeth, determined to obey him, to not come until he’s inside me.

“You’re a good assistant.” John’s praise warms me, the approval in his eyes making my chest swell with pride. I need this, him, and he needs me. I’m not alone. I’ll never be alone again. “Good assistants earn the right to touch their bosses.”

There’s no need for John to repeat himself. I lunge forward and eagerly wrap the fingers of my right hand around his shaft. My boss’ smile fades, his body stiffening. “Thank you, sir.” I cup his balls with my left hand. A trickle of sweat drips down his cheek. “I want to please you.” I pump him slowly, my grip tight.

“You do please me.” John groans, rocking into my hands. “You please me too much. Guide me into you.”

“Yes.” I position him at my entrance and he pushes into me, stretching me open, filling me as only he can, my pussy designed for his cock, my soul fitting into his. Our gazes meet as he takes me, his focus on me, on my face, my pleasure.

I shift under him, cradling his hips between my thighs, and he slides deeper, his weight reassuring heavy, his chest flattening my breasts, pressing my smaller form into the leather cushion.

“I’m claiming you, John.” I drag my fingernails down his back and he shudders.

“I claimed you three years ago,” he admits. “I’ve been waiting for you to claim me, to be ready for a forever commitment, because what I claim, I keep, Trella. Always.”

“I know.” I smile, my heart and pussy full. My boss keeps his word. He will never let me go. “I want forever. I want you.” I explore his back, the dip near his spine, the swell of his muscles, the scars on his skin.

John moves over me, nudging forward and easing out, his unhurried pace coaxing my passion higher and higher. I lick the scars around his neck, laving the marred skin, acknowledging the pain of his past, paying tribute to his strength. He tastes of salt and man and love.

John increases our tempo, driving into me harder and deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles over his ass, and I hold on, clinging to his shoulders. He crushes his lips against mine, swallowing my ragged breaths. I sigh my surrender, conceding with no hesitation, and he surges his tongue into my mouth, captivating me body, heart and soul.

This is my man, my future. I lift into each thrust, meeting John halfway, as equals, our forms smacking together, a wet sheen covering our skin. My nipples ache and my legs shake. I dig my nails into his back and John jerks, growling into my mouth, his rhythm growing erratic, his lovemaking fierce.

And this is lovemaking, John’s expression warm, almost reverent. He breaks our kiss and presses his cheek to mine. “Grip me with that hot pussy,” he urges. “And come for me.” He drives hard into my softness and grinds against my clit.

I scream and buck, clenching down on his shaft, breaking. John bellows my name and pushes even deeper, the couch skidding across the carpet, rattling the lamps on the end tables.

The room spins around me, a blur of color and light. I rake John’s back, clasping him, my only anchor in a storm of emotion. He shudders and shakes, pinning my hips to the cushion, the movement of muscle under tanned skin, power restrained, enthralling me.

My world stills and John falls, capturing me under his body, covering me with his warmth, his musk.

“I love you.” I skim my hands over his back, soothing him, easing the pain I’ve caused, seeking to erase the marks I’ve left.

“I love you too, Trella.” John braces himself upward by his elbows and gazes into my eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never be without me, sir.” I smile up at him. “I’m your assistant for life.”

“I’ll need you longer than that.” My billionaire boss covers my lips with his.

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About Cynthia Sax

USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.

She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.

Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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Other Books by Cynthia Sax

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(Same world as The Good Assistant)

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Excerpt

Here is an excerpt from Seducing My Billionaire Boss, the next story in the City Sizzle series.