Because he rocks up, just once, and my eyes roll back in my head.
He grip my shoulders, and my heart is pounding so hard I swear he can feel it.
He stills, just for a moment, buried so deep I swear I can taste him in my throat.
And then—finally—he starts to move again.
Each thrust, each grind sends sparks racing up my spine. His name slips out of my mouth in a broken breath.
He moves again, sitting up, locking one arm around my waist, kissing my throat, my jaw, my mouth.
And I ride him, chest to chest, gasping his name as if he’s my salvation when I know he’s anything but. “I?—”
“Take it.”
As aroused as I am, holding back would be impossible.
I come hard and fast, like lightning. He follows, buried deep, arms wrapped around me like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.
When it’s over, I collapse against his chest, panting, my skin slick with sweat and wonder.
For a long time, we don’t move.
Finally he presses a kiss to my temple. “That,” he murmurs, “was fucking perfect.”
And the scariest part?
I think he’s right.
He holds me against him for an impossibly long time, one leg over mine.
Our breaths are ragged, and neither of us speaks.
Tenderly he wraps a finger into my hair. It’s casual and intimate all at the same time.
Minutes pass, and maybe I doze.
I wait for regret to plow into me, but it doesn’t.
On all levels, what I did tonight was stupid. Sleeping with my boss, the one man who has more power over me than anyone ever has. And yet… I wouldn’t change a thing.
This time, when he offers to get me a warm, damp towel, I accept. I’m too tired to argue, too tired to do it myself.
In my bathroom, water runs, and he comes back a couple of minutes later.
“Spread your legs.”
“Uh… I can do it myself.”
“Did I ask that?” He raises a brow, making me sigh.
Back to being bossy.
I close my eyes and obey. It’s not like he hasn’t recently had a close-up shot, anyway. But still, doing this when we’re not making love seems strangely even more personal.
He bathes me, and after my initial hesitation, I relax into his tenderness. I never would have expected anything like this from him.
“Your pussy is a little red and swollen. I need to give you a rest.”
