Page 63 of Dirty Boss

Her smile was bright. The water sloshed as she moved to trace my temple with her finger, drips of water falling onto my shoulders and upper chest from her hand. “I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed…definitely not in over a year. Maybe longer.”

Satisfaction coursed through me. My woman, relaxed and satisfied, her body draped over mine.

But she wasn’t my woman, was she? Or at least, she didn’t know she was.

“Come to the gala with me,” I said, my voice low.

Her eyes, which had been studying the movement of her fingers over my skin, shifted back to meet my gaze. “No,” she said.

“I won’t take anyone else.”

Her brow arched. “Is that your way of telling me we’re exclusive?”

Her tone was casual, and it sent tension stealing through me. “Are we not?”

She leaned back, the tops of her breasts exposed, her center pressing against my lower stomach, my cock. Her palms flattened on my shoulders, pinning me to the cold porcelain of my tub. “How very old fashioned of you, Mr. Avery,” she teased. “One little romp together and you’re trying to pin me down.”

My hands moved over her ass, rocking her hips so my length was caught between us. “It won’t be one little romp by the time you go home, princess.”

Her eyes had a devilish light and a smile played around the edges of her mouth—but she didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear.

“We’re exclusive,” I growled. “No other man gets to touch you while you’re with me. Say it.”

“That sounds very one-sided. What about other women touching you? Now that you’ve learned how to dress, don’t think I haven’t noticed how many heads turn whenever we go somewhere.”

I huffed. “Alba, there hasn’t been another woman since the day you mocked me for losing yet another investor.”

Surprised flashed across her features. Her brows drew together—and I worried I’d said too much. Not wanting to give her a chance to question me, I lifted a hand to grip the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss. She melted against me, body wiggling, water lapping at both our bodies.

Her mouth was hot, and the water was getting cold, so I broke the kiss and pulled her to her feet. Grabbing a towel I’d laid on the counter next to the bath, I turned and draped it over her shoulders, stepped out of the tub, then picked her up around the waist and threw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

She screamed, hands flying out to land on my ass, and started laughing. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed. Seems like ‘one little romp’ wasn’t enough for you.”

“You domineering, egotistical, arrogant—ahh!” She landed on the bed with a scream, the towel flying open to give me a view of her beautiful body, beaded with moisture and red from the bath.

I pushed her knees open and climbed between them, not caring about the water that soaked through my duvet around us. Then I got down on my front, wrapped my arms around her thighs, and licked the heart of her.

“Vaughn—oh!” Her hands flew to my head, fingers curling in my wet strands. She tasted like the best thing I’d ever had. I groaned against her skin, sucking and licking and devouring. Alba whimpered, her fists tightening, and pressed her thighs into my shoulders.

I glanced up to see her chest rising and falling with panted breaths, her stomach hollowed out as she arched back, soft flesh trembling below her navel. She was so beautiful it was almost unbelievable.

I wanted to take care of her like this too. Get her to the point that she was boneless and sated. Worship her body the way she deserved. But I knew Alba would struggle to accept that. I saw it in the tug of her brows, her forehead wrinkling as slight tension gripped her body.

She’d been made to feel small her entire life, and I intended to spend the foreseeable future fixing that misconception. She was strong and smart and funny and sexy and brave. She deserved to be eaten out morning, noon, and night.

But right now, she’d gone somewhere in her mind, and I wanted her right here with me.

“Alba,” I growled, rising up onto my elbows and then straightening onto my knees. “You’re thinking too much.”

Her brow smoothed out, and her eyelids cracked open. A small smile curled the corners of her lips. “I do that sometimes.”

“Do you need me to fuck you so hard you can’t think?”

Her chest shuddered, and I reached up to feel the softness of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples. She nodded. “Yes, please.”

I held her gaze for a moment, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky. Vowing that as long as she was with me, she wouldn’t be worrying about whatever all those other people put in her head.