Hotshot Boss (One Night Only #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: One Night Only Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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Mercifully, Jack hears my pleas without them needing to leave my mouth. After dragging his sinful lips away from mine, he pushes a button on the console next to his seat. “Keep driving until I say otherwise.”

If the driver responds, I don’t hear a word he says. I’m too busy striving to lower the ringing of my pulse in my ears from Jack slipping his hand under my skirt to authenticate the dampness of my panties.

“Christ, Octavia. You’re drenched.”

His confession causes a second inundation of grinds, kisses, and moans. We make out like teens under the bleachers, rocking, licking, and moaning until I’m about to combust.

As I stroke his impressive cock through his trousers, he leans over to snag a condom out of a console wedged under the privacy partition. If the sorrow in his eyes that is swiftly being replaced with lust wasn’t substantial, I’d excuse his surly attitude as a ruse for us to fool around in his town car. But since it is very much authentic, I yank my skirt to my waist, pull my panties to the side, then balance on my knees so he can tug his cock out of his trousers and roll down the latex protection.

The image of him prepping to get naughty stirs something deep inside me. It catapults my hunger to a new high and has me so desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I lower down on him before he has the chance to coat his crown with any of the slickness between my legs.

“Christ, Octavia. Slow down. I don’t want to tear you.”

The sting of his fingers when he attempts to hold me in place has me so desperate to be filled by him, I slip my knees out from beneath him and take him to the root.

“Fuck!” Jack roars before the blistering desire to fuck overrides all sense of normality.

After raising his ass off the seat, he weaves one of his hands through my hair while the other grips the door handle. “God, Octavia,” he mutters as his thigh muscles burn along with mine and sweat dots his brow. “If only I took us to be tested today instead of that stupid boutique, then a flimsy bit of latex wouldn’t be between us, and I could feel how wet you are firsthand.”

He drives into me deeper, making me moan with how exquisitely full I am.

“I’m clean,” I confess between frantic thrusts. “I haven’t been tested in months, but I haven’t been with anyone either.” Either shock or worry darts through his eyes when I ask, “Have you been with anyone since you were last tested?”

Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes when he eventually shakes his head. “I’m clean too. I just don’t want you to take my word for it. Sometimes people need proof.”

“Some may, but I don’t.” The air cracks and hisses with exquisite electricity when I rise far enough off his fat cock for it to be braced at the entrance of my pussy instead of ramming into my uterus. “Take it off.”

“Are you sure, Tivy?” His revert to the shortening of my name assures me I am not being bedded by a media mogul. It’s just Jack from Jersey.

“I’m sure.”

He snaps off his condom so quickly, I have no clue how he doesn’t soften when the rubber rim cracks against the angrily stretched skin before he parts the folds of my pussy with his cock’s head and slowly notches back inside.

“Christ. Fuck. Shit,” he bites out in a slow, tormented groan when my heat wraps around him for the first time with nothing between us. “You’re so tight but so goddamn wet.” He pushes in a little further before sinking his backside low into his seat. “You’re going to need to guide me, Octavia. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The absolute assuredness in his tone makes me wetter, and I slide down his girth without too much hindrance. “That’s it,” he mutters once he releases his back molars from grinding against each other. “Nice and slow.”

Euphoria pumps through me when I take him almost to the root. He sheathed me like this only moments ago, but it’s different now because he’s even thicker than he was seconds ago.

Lust roars through me when I realize that he’s the only man I’ve allowed inside me without protection. Even being on the pill since I was fourteen, I choose caution over lust every time. I just can’t seem to do that with Jack. What started as a means to ease his turmoil has turned into something much more than that. Something much greater than I can control.

“Jack…”

“Shhh,” he murmurs against my sticky skin before he licks up a droplet of sweat rolling down my neck. “I’ve got you.”

After scooting his glorious backside to the edge of the seat, taking me with him, he tugs his crinkled dress shirt out of his trousers so roughly buttons pop and inches upon inches of his rock-hard abs are exposed before he drags his trousers over his ass.


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