Page 56 of Sexy Bad Boss

“I want to bake cookies.”

“You can bake cookies.” He brushes the tears out of my eyes. “As many as you want. As often as you want.”

“No, I mean I want to open a store and sell cookies.”

“Then we’ll do that. I’ll help you with the business side or just be your first and best customer.”

“And we’ll need a cat too.”

“Simon the second,” he agrees. “Although I doubt we’ll find another Simon, but we’ll try. Just please tell me you’ll come back to me. That you’ll let me love you.”

I throw myself at him, which is awkward given my sitting position and the fact he’s still crouched in front of my chair. We end up in a mess of limbs on the floor, me lying on top of him, chest to chest.

My heart beats in rhythm with his as he clasps both sides of my face, his fingers digging into my hair. “You think you might want to start a new Frost corporation with me? Merge our lives together?”

“I love you, James.”

“And I you, Supergirl, but you haven’t answered my question. Now that I know what I want, I don’t want to waste any more time. Will you say yes?”

“Yes.” I beam at him.

“Yes.” His smile splits his face as he raises his head and tugs me down at the same time so he can kiss me. “Yes, you’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you,” I say breathlessly in between kisses. His mouth on mine is heaven. My heart is so buoyant, I might float away.

“And have children with me.” His hands travel my spine, down to my ass. I can feel how eager he is to start on that family too.

“Yes.” I nod, biting my lip as joy turns into something a little more urgent and needy.

“When’s Ronnie coming back?” He squeezes and kneads my muscles.

“Not for ages.” I straddle him, reaching for his belt buckle and undoing it.

He slides his hands under my shirt to cup my breasts. He plays with my nipples; hot pleasure sizzles through my core like melted butter. “Good. I want to show you how much I missed you. I’ve had a lot of nights to fantasize about all the ways I want to make love to you.”

I manage the fly and push his pants off his hips until his cock springs free. Hooking my fingers in the gusset of my panties, I yank them aside and sink onto his erection. “I missed you so much.”

He hisses between his teeth as he grips my hip, guiding me to rock on him. “You feel so good.”

“So good.” I close my eyes, my hands curled on his chest, the hair there tickling my knuckles while I try not to ride him for all I’m worth. “This isn’t going to last.”

“No.” He cups the back of my head as he grinds into me. “But that’s okay. You take control this time.” Opening my eyes, I find him looking at me with so much love and warmth that my chest might explode at any moment. “We have the rest of our lives to take our time.”

We do, and it feels so good, so I give in to the urge to ride him. He doesn’t stop me. His hands jostle me as he picks up the pace. His gaze is glued to mine the entire time we’re moving as one, sharpening the sensation until it overcomes us. My world goes dark as my body pulses with pleasure. James groans, bucking his hips one last time as his hands tense on my skin.

As the world comes back into focus, as I become aware of how hard we’re both breathing and the way James is staring at me with half a lax smile, giving him a somewhat relaxed look I’m not used to, I laugh. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a Frost. I can’t believe you asked me to marry you.”

“You can’t believe it.” He smirks as he sits up and holds me tightly. “Just wait until my mother hears about this.”

“She’ll probably harass us for a grandchild from the get-go.”

“Perhaps we should hold off on telling her then.” He kisses me. “Keep it from her until we’re pregnant.”

“That might be sooner than you think,” I whisper. “It might be right now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“No. I just have this feeling, and we weren’t safe.”