Brother to the Boss: Billionaire Romance (Managing the Bosses Series Book 8) Read Online Free PDF

end of it caught her behind the knees. Her eyes met his, and he smiled at her once before he let his gaze roam her body, taking in the rise and fall of her chest with her breath, and her long, bare legs under the short skirt.
    “You know what,” he said, pitching his voice low. “On second thought…”
    He caught her around the hips and gently flipped her over, dragging her back so that she was on her hands and knees. She moaned and rocked back against him, and he didn’t waste time getting anything all the way off, just pulled her panties down her thighs and flipped the back of her skirt up, unfastening his own pants and shoving them down his hips just enough to give himself room.
    When he slid into her, Erica hissed his name between her teeth, hips already rolling to meet his first thrust.
    “Like that?” he growled, pulling her to meet him with hands still wrapped around her hips. He could feel the press of the bone against his palms.
    “Fuck,” she breathed. “Yes. Fuck yes, Mark. Come on.”
    That was all the answer he needed to pick up the pace. Neither of them was in any mood to take it slow. The exhilaration of victory was still racing in his blood, and he knew Erica must feel the same, could feel it in the way that she moved against him, hard and hungry.
    There wasn’t much space for talking. He leaned down, pressing his lips to one shoulder, and then to the other, scattering kisses across soft skin, then biting down just hard enough to leave a mark behind. Erica moaned and gasped. Her fingers were curled in the sheets so tightly that he could see her knuckles going white with the strain of it.
    “How long are you going to last, baby?”
    She shook her head, panting out a laugh. “N-Not long.”
    He wasn’t going to last long either, not with her writhing so enthusiastically under him. Mark reached under her with one hand and trailed his fingers up her sternum to cup one of her breasts in his hand, stroking his thumb over the nipple until her back arched into the touch. He gave it one last little tug and moved on to the other side, working it the same way, enjoying the ragged sound of her breathing.
    “Mark,” she said, low and urgent. “ Mark .”
    The hand that had been teasing her breasts slid down, and he pressed his thumb against her clit, just enough friction for her to rock against with the motion of their bodies. She made a desperate sound in the back of her throat, and her hips moved faster against his own. Needier. Mark met her pace, and felt his own orgasm building, pulling his body tight.
    “Come on,” he growled. “Come for me.”
    She shuddered, and tensed, and then he felt it rushing through her, and he followed her over the edge, pleasure exploding through him. Lights danced behind his closed eyelids, and fire sang through his nerves.
    Both of them slumped to the mattress, Matt’s legs threatening to stop holding him up. He pulled out, and dropped onto the bed on his back, and Erica rolled over to stretch out along his side. For a long minute they lay like that, getting their breath back. Mark’s heart slowly stopped beating so loudly in his ears. He felt her shift, probably kicking her underwear the rest of the way off, and then she went still again, just breathing.
    “Wow,” he said finally.
    “Yeah,” Erica breathed. “That was… Wow,” she said, like she couldn’t think of a word that would describe it better.
    “You know,” Mark laughed, “I always thought those movies or TV shows where the couple collapse back into bed to talk about how amazing their experience was had really stupid dialogue, but now I think they were just accurately reflecting the vocabulary someone who’s just had really good sex is capable of.”
    “You seem to have recovered,” she pointed out.
    Mark rolled over enough to look down at her, splaying one hand across her hip. He thought about making another joke, something to make her laugh again, but there were other words rising in his