Page 58 of My Favorite Boss

“Myers?” I asked. “I gave you the afternoon off. Why are you still here?”

She didn’t move. “I know. But I had some things to do. I was waiting for the rain to stop.”

I stood beside her, mimicking her stance. “It should be soon. It was only going to rain for a while.”

We were silent.

“Were you really waiting for the rain?” I asked. “Or me?”

She didn’t answer but laced our fingers together. I looked down at our linked hands, astonished at how intimate it felt.

“You were amazing today,” she said quietly, nudging my shoulder. “So knowledgeable, fervent on the subject. So in the zone.”

“You had tears in your eyes,” I responded. “Why?”

She sighed, turning toward me. “You hold yourself back all the time. You keep your emotions locked down. But when you’re discussing something you’re passionate about, you open up. Your voice changes, you use your hands. It’s as if you’re bursting to share your information. Your insight. You make those around you feel that passion. That drive. It was amazing to watch. I love seeing that side of you.”

“I agree it doesn’t happen often.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

We stared at each other. The air around us began to bubble with the heat between us. “I feel that way when you’re close,” I confessed.

“So Saturday wasn’t only scratching an itch?”

“Not even close. And yesterday only made it worse.”

Our eyes remained locked, my body beginning to tighten. The high I had been on all day rushed through my system, my blood pumping fast, my heartbeat picking up. Myers breathing became faster, her hand curling at her side.

“I was wondering all day about this bow,” I murmured, fingering the material.

“What about it?” she asked, her voice tremulous and low.

“If it was real or just for show.” I tugged on it gently. “What it was hiding.”

“Why don’t you find out?”

I tugged harder. “I intend to.”

The bow gave way under my impatient fingers, revealing creamy, smooth skin. Lace. I pulled her close, dragging my lips up her neck. “You have a thing for lingerie, Maggie darling?”

She shivered. “I like pretty things.”

I nipped at her skin. “I like you. There isn’t anything prettier in my eyes.”

“The door,” she whispered, a plea in her voice.

I had the doors locked and was back in a flash. She was relaxing against the sofa, her dress gone, nothing but blue silk and lace over her full breasts. Nowhere else.

I stood in front of her, narrowing my eyes. “Have you been bare under this sexy dress all day?”

“Yes.”

I lifted her to the sofa, standing between her splayed legs. I traced my fingers over the lace, snapping the front closure open, her breasts spilling out into my hands. I groaned at the feel of her hard nipples on my palms. I bent and sucked one, then the other, Magnolia whimpering as I slipped my fingers down her torso to where she was wet. Her clit was a hard nub under my thumb, and I strummed it, listening to her soft gasp as I slid my fingers inside her.

“Alex,” she groaned.

“Yes, darling, say my name,” I murmured, shrugging off my jacket and getting rid of my shirt and tie as quickly as possible. She fumbled with my belt, and the sound of my zipper in the room was a low hiss as it opened. I moaned as she wrapped her hand around me, and I covered her mouth with mine, needing her taste to ground me. We kissed as the last of my clothing was discarded, and I fell to my knees, covering her with my mouth, licking and lapping at her. She was perfect. Sweet, tangy, musky on my tongue. She wound her hand into my hair, tugging, whispering my name, begging me for more. More tongue, more sucking, more fingers. She started to shake, her grip on my hair tightening. She pushed her hips forward, repeating my name as she climaxed. I gentled my touch, standing, and kissing her again. She flung her arms around me, holding me tight, feeding me her tongue and exploring my mouth.