Page 42 of Sexy Bad Boss

Chapter Thirteen

MYRA

I never, ever want to wake up from this dream where I’m lying on top of James with his arms wrapped around me and his erection prodding my belly. A thin sliver of light peeks through the blinds though, reminding me that the day is going to start very soon, and with a cat and a pre-schooler and an overexcitable new assistant who’s perhaps worse than a pre-schooler and Garrett. What would he say if he walked in on this? Something about how it’s damn well time, but did it have to happen when his daughter’s in the house, undoubtedly.

I move to untangle myself from James without waking him. What time were they coming to pick Abby up?

“What are you doing?” James asks, his arms holding me effortlessly.

I glance up to find him watching me with bright eyes. “How long have you been awake?”

“A while.”

I manage to get a hand to my face and push my bangs out of the way. “I kept you from being able to sleep, didn’t I?”

“Not at all. I’ve only been awake for about an hour. Didn’t want to wake you.” His chest rises and falls steadily underneath me, lulling me into imagining waking up with him every morning. I always wanted to experience what it would be like.

“Abby shouldn’t find us in this position.” I push away from him, and he reluctantly lets me go as I carefully get up. Grabbing my robe, I put it on and cinch the sash.

“She’s not awake.” He shuffles into an upright position and starts to struggle with his pants.

“She will be soon.” I take them from him, helping him get the material up his legs.

“But she isn’t yet.” He holds out his hand as I fold the blanket we shared. “Sit with me a minute.”

I drop down on the end of the couch, the blanket in my lap. We should probably talk, but the words just won’t come. Kissing him is easier. Falling into his lap and into his bed—okay, couch—is easier than telling him that I think I’m in love with him. Even when there’s nothing left to lose.

“Do you regret it?” I curl my fingers into the soft wool as I glance over at the man I respect most in the world. The same man who has confused and jumbled me. Spending the night together...it has to mean something.

“Last night?”

“Mmm.” I nod, fidgeting with the fringe on the blanket.

“I feel like I should be the one asking you that.”

I stare at him. Last night was almost perfect. The only thing that would make it better is if I were as brave about my emotions as I am about business. If I were open where it counted most. That’s something James and I have in common.

“I don’t regret it,” he says. “Just in case you were wondering.”

“You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. Now, are you going to come closer so I can kiss you good morning? Or should I risk injury to throw myself at you?”

Hearing him talk about kissing me with that same single-mindedness he chases big client accounts is weirdly sexy. And that he doesn’t regret last night is a positive sign. “I’m coming.”

“Good.” He palms my face when I scoot close enough, leans in until I can practically feel his mouth on mine before he nibbles at my lower lip.

“Uncle James, why are you kissing Myra?” Abby asks from somewhere close by.

“Shit.” James groans and when he settles back against the couch Abby is right in front of us. Simon stands beside her, swishing her tail in the air.

“Myra, why were you kissing Uncle James? Do you love each other? Are you going to have babies?” She claps her hands excitedly. “I love babies.”

“No. No babies,” James protests.

“Don’t you like babies, Uncle James? What if Myra wants babies?”