Novel Full Chapter 867: "Is — is this… F-fine… Boss?"
Chapter 867: "Is — is this... F-fine... Boss?"
Instead of answering, Phei pulled her closer and their bodies met smoothly in that deliberate motion — front-to-front, chest-to-chest, the full length of her pressed against the full length of him.
Christ, now that Phei was actually holding her this intimately, he realized she was softer than he’d let himself imagine.
Soft in all the places that made his hands itch to explore her whole body right here and now with no delay... he was dying to do exactly that.
Catrina’s tits pressed warm and yielding against Phei’s chest through the thin fabric of her top and his jacket, the round weight of them shifted with every shaky breath she took; and Phei felt it like a live current straight to his cock.
The soft, heavy give of her breasts molded against him, warm and full, the subtle drag of her hardened nipples brushing through the layers with each trembling inhale; it made his cock throb harder, thicker, the heat of her body sinking into his skin and stoking the low, steady burn in his gut.
Her stomach flushed flush against his; her hips found his hips with a precision that suggested her body had been rehearsing this exact alignment for weeks and was finally allowed to perform.
Phei could also feel the soft give of her lower belly against the hard line of his cock, and the contact sent a slow, hot pulse straight through him.
He took her face in his hand.
Gently but with clear intent; his palm cupped her jaw, fingers settling along the curve beneath her ear and his thumb rested against her cheek.
He tilted her face up slowly, deliberately, with the tender authority; he was not asking but reacting and doing from what he was reading from every tiny tremor in her jaw, every flutter of her lashes, adjusting the angle so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
Phei looked down at her:
Catrina’s breath shattered into something small and broken and her lips parted involuntarily.
Her lashes fluttered and her whole body went simultaneously rigid and boneless, like her nervous system had received the command melt and brace for impact at the same time and was now trying to do both without catching fire.
A fresh wave of her wetness flooded between her thighs and her pussy clenched around nothing as the reality of his touch sank in.
"It’s okay," Phei whispered; his voice poured into the narrow space between their mouths low and warm and unhurried.
He let his thumb stroke once across her cheek in a slow, soothing arc, watching the way her pupils blew wide at the simple touch.
Phei felt her thighs press together the instant his breath touched her lips.
"Go on."
He leaned down further, closing the distance inch by inch with complete control, giving her every chance to pull away while making it clear he already knew she wouldn’t.
Both their faces were so close now that her exhale was damp against his mouth:
It was only a one stroke of shameless courage away from him kissing her — one small, stupid, glorious act of bravery — and Phei felt how badly she wanted to close that distance in the way her whole body trembled against his, her every muscle was vibrating at a frequency that said please in a language far older than English.
Catrina’s hands twitched at her sides like she wanted to grab him but didn’t dare.
His closeness steadied her just enough to speak.
"Is — is this... f-fine... Boss?"
She was already gone... he could feel it; the trembling jaw against his palm, the way her weight kept swaying into him and catching itself, the weakness spreading through her legs from proximity alone.
Her nipples had already tightened into hard little peaks that brushed against his chest with every shaky inhale, and the subtle scent of her growing arousal was starting to reach him.
His Dragon Dominance wasn’t even active; he was just standing here, holding her face, and her body was already negotiating its own surrender without consulting her brain.
’I am probably a terrible person for enjoying this as much as I am, now.’
No — scratch probably.
He was definitely a terrible person:
Because watching Catrina shake apart in his hands while her nipples hardened into tight little peaks against his chest through two layers of fabric, and her breathing turned into the kind of shallow, desperate panting that belonged in a bedroom and not a hallway — that was doing things to him that had nothing to do with tenderness and everything to do with the increasingly urgent situation developing south of his belt.
His cock throbbed heavily against her stomach, already half-hard and growing thicker with every tiny tremble that ran through her.
’But fuck it... she is so cute.’
Devastatingly, helplessly, shake-apart-in-his-arms cute.
And Phei had long since accepted that his particular brand of desire was wired directly into his protective instinct — the more vulnerable a woman became around him, the harder his cock got and the more carefully he held her.
He had stopped questioning whether that made him a good man or a dangerous one because the answer was obviously both, and the distinction had never mattered less than it did right now.
Phei adjusted his grip on her jaw just slightly, giving her more support, letting her lean into his strength while he read every micro-expression on her face for any sign of real fear.
"I’m here, aren’t I, Cat?" he said softly, his thumb stroked once across her cheek in another slow, deliberate caress. "So yes, everything is okay."
Catrina’s whole body shuddered — a visible, full-length, knee-weakening shudder that started where his thumb touched her face and rolled downward through her chest and stomach and thighs like a slow, warm wave.
A fresh rush of wetness soaked into her panties as the sensation of his cock hit her once more...
Phei felt her hips rock forward against his — just once, involuntary of a tiny helpless grind that she probably didn’t even know she had done.
The soft press of her lower belly rubbed along the hardened length of the Dragon rod.
He knew...
...His cock knew...
...His cock was, at this particular moment, significantly more aware of Catrina’s hip movements than the rest of him and was providing real-time updates with the enthusiastic urgency of a war correspondent who had been waiting for this battle and intended to report every wet, throbbing detail.
Phei didn’t pull her and instead he simply opened his arms a fraction wider, making the space for her to come to him on her own — giving her the choice while making it easy, almost inevitable.
Catrina brought herself to him — her body simply surrendered the pretense of independence and fell forward into his chest; her forehead pressed against his collar, her hands landed on his shirt, her weight gave up.
She didn’t realise she had done it.
When she did — that horrified flash of ’oh God I just threw myself at my boss in a hallway — she tried to pull away, face burning.
Phei’s arms closed around her instantly but without force — one hand slid up to cradle the back of her head, the other wrapped securely around her waist, holding her in place with masterful, unhurried strength. He didn’t trap her. He anchored her.
"When opportunities present themselves, Catrina," he murmured against her hair, his voice low and steady, "use them.
She trembled harder.
"That’s exactly what I’m doing right now. Using this opportunity to seduce a very hot girl I’ve been thinking about lately...."
Phei’s arms tightened with deliberate, possessive pressure, pressing her body harder into his so she could feel every inch of him — the solid wall of his chest, the heat of his skin through his clothes, and especially the thick, hardening length of his cock trapped between them.
"And right now she’s in my arms.
Catrina’s face went nuclear.
"I’m — you — I — " Stammering. Failing. Trying again with the desperate determination of a woman whose brain had been hijacked by a single word. "I’m... h-hot?"