Love from My Dominant Boss

I glared at Michael’s cheery expression. His grin soon turned wicked, and I scoffed, burying my head into his chest. He placed his mouth right next to my ear and whispered, “Someone seems enthusiastic.” The sensation of his warm breath grazing my ears sent goosebumps all over my skin.

I would be lying if I said I was not the least bit tempted to give in to desire. Right on cue, my face became as red as a tomato. I turned my head away to avoid meeting his eyes. Michael knew me as well as I knew him.

Instead of getting upset at my silence, he merely let his hands do the talking. His teasing touches were driving me crazy, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before retreating and leaving me hanging. Is he going to mess around with me like this the whole night? Annoyed, I shoved him away and prepared to turn around and sleep. Michael seemed to have caught on to my intention. He upped the ante before I managed to push him away.

of desire. Hazily, I saw Michael admiring my facial expression with a knowing

thin line, and it was only a matter of time before he snapped. “Help me take it off,” Michael groaned into my ear. Always a sucker for his low and rich baritone voice, my heart tingled with need. My hands started moving on their own accord and

body. I could not help but swallow as a fresh wave of lust overwhelmed me. I

thought I was about to collapse

spent my days suspended in a sort of anxious anticipation. Despite my concerns over how the wedding would turn out, I knew that I would be happy as long