Mistress By Proxy (Boss of Seduction)

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“Seriously? You want to skip work?You?” Hadn’t his housekeeper told her Christian never took a day off? “Don’t you have that important meeting today?”
“It’s this afternoon.” He kissed her bare shoulder. “I can move it to another day. I am the boss. Right now I just want to enjoy being with you.”
Shy, she dropped her gaze. “Do you want to make love to me now?”
“Actually, I was thinking I’d likeyouto make love to me.”
Her eyes went wide, and her heart nearly stopped. “You what?”
“I want our first time to be as different from what your ex did to you as possible.” He took her hand, sliding his fingers between hers. “Putting you in control will solve that problem.”
She bolted upright. “I can’t. I don’t know... how.”
“I’ll guide you.” He let her hand go, stripped the sheet off himself, and settled on his back. Closing his eyes, he said, “Do whatever you want to me. I am all yours.”
Mouth dry, she tried to swallow the lump building in her throat. It helped that he wasn’t watching her as her gaze traveled down his body in all its naked glory. If Christian wasn’t the most masculine, most perfect man alive, he was close. Tanned and flawless, his skin practically glowed with health and vitality.
Her fingers skimmed over his chest starting at his collarbone and ending beneath his left nipple. He had some chest hair, not too much. It trailed down in a narrow line to his belly button. Feeling self-conscious, she kept checking his eyes to make sure they were closed. “What am I supposed to do?” she asked.
“Do whatever you want,” he said without opening his eyes. A satisfied smile stretched his lips. He seemed content to leave her in charge of their lovemaking. “You have good instincts.”
“I do?”
“Trust yourself.”
He fell silent again, and she stared at his body in open wonder.Follow your instincts. Did she have good instincts when it came to making love? If so, where had they been during her brief marriage?
Taking a chance, she leaned forward and kissed the skin over his ribcage with a slightly open mouth. The salty taste teased her tongue. Her hands grew bolder, exploring him with a tender touch.
After clearing his throat, he said, “Some places might be easier to reach if you straddled me. Just a suggestion.”
The thought terrified her, but as she swung one leg over to the other side of him she realized something. Being in control gave her power. Thomas had held all the power during their marriage, and he’d wielded it with diabolical cruelty. He hadn’t cared if he hurt her, if he scared her. Now it was her turn to decide if she had sex or not. She was one hundred percent positive if she told Christian she didn’t want to go any further, he wouldn’t argue. He’d probably be content to hold her every night until she worked out her issues.
Straddling him, she leaned forward and playfully nibbled at the corner of his mouth. When his lips parted and he tried to capture her mouth, she evaded him. She wanted to see what he would do. To his credit, he kept his eyes closed and arms at his sides. He didn’t try to take over or force her to go faster than she felt comfortable with.
She kissed him full on the mouth, and her passion grew. A dull ache began between her legs. She considered asking him to take over. His stoic resolve not to initiate anything started to irritate her. Although she knew what she needed from him, she didn’t know how to ask.
In a bold move, she picked up his hands and placed them on her breasts. His fingers automatically closed on the soft mounds. He gently squeezed, and the ache between her thighs grew steadily into a frustrating pain she knew only he could stop.
She lifted up and settled on the hardened proof of his desire, worried she couldn’t do the next part without his help. No way was she going to touch him there to guide him into her. She wasn’t that confident. Maybe if she asked him, he would do it for her.
She gently rotated her hips. Somehow the tip found her feminine place without any help. She gasped, and he froze. A tremor went through her as she slowly eased herself down. Inch by inch, her body accepted him. She was relieved it didn’t hurt in the way it always had before.
Her body instinctively began to rock.
She looked down at Christian and found him staring up at her. Shocked, she stopped moving. All her doubts and fears resurfaced, but the expression on his face destroyed them with a single shot. No one had looked at her with such fierce hunger before. His eyes devoured her.
Smiling, her head rolled back on her shoulders, and she allowed her body to find its own rhythm. They moved together as one entity. His hands went to her hips. Gentle at first, he coaxed her into a faster rhythm. When she responded and found she enjoyed it, his hands held her more forcibly. He bucked beneath her like a wild horse trying to unseat her.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and she cried out as colorful lights exploded in her head. Her entire body shuddered with the release of every misgiving she’d had about sex. All the lies evaporated, replaced by the stunning truth. She collapsed onto his chest, heart racing and a thin sheen of sweat covering her entire body. His too.
After a moment he moved her to his side and anchored her there with one arm. “You are an incredible lover,” he said, chest heaving.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “I am?”
“You were a little shy at first,” he said while stroking his thumb down her cheek. “Once your passion was awakened your instincts took over. I have never lost myself in someone the way I did in you.” His eyes narrowed. “Tell me about this man that hurt you.”
She hesitated. “I don’t want—”