Page 15 of Tangling with the Boss

Yanking her ass closer, I drag her over my hardness, riding her up and down my length. “You sure about that?”

Because of course I want her. Hazel is my lifeblood.

She’s the heart in my chest and the air I breathe. She’s everything good and warm and right in the world, and maybe it took me a while to see, but I’m done being an idiot about this. Done fighting this.

And I am never, ever letting her go.

“You’re staying,” I tell her, trailing kisses down her neck and sucking a mark onto her delicate skin. She whimpers, clutching closer to my shoulders, her hips still riding my length of her own accord. “Not as my assistant, though I’d like that too. God knows my days are empty without you. No, Hazel. You’re staying withme.”

Her breath catches. “Leo.”

“I was an idiot not to see it. An idiot to fight this thing. But I’m done screwing this up, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives making this up to you, sweetheart. Convincing you to stay with me every single day.”

Now I’m running out of words, running out of brain cells, but thankfully Hazel moans and kisses me again, hard. My heart flares hot, searing my insides, melting the last of the ice inside me, and thank god. Thank god.

A small hand travels down my front and tugs at my belt.

“Prove it,” Hazel says. “Make me yours.”

Seven

Hazel

My boss lifts me out of the pool first, moonlight glinting in the shower of water droplets. The wind roams over my wet skin, goosebumps prickling from the cold, but I don’t have time to shiver before Leo is here too, tugging me to the sun lounger then wrestling my soaked dress over my head.

“Damn thing,” he mutters as he does it, black hair dripping in his eyes, and god, he’s so beautiful under the stars. Like some ancient Roman god rather than my cranky boss in a sodden tux.

The dress lands with a splat.

Then I’m crowded back, guided down onto the lounger, and Leo strips off his own clothes before crawling on top of me, every movement ruthlessly efficient.

His body heat is delicious. So overwhelming and warm. Leo is the perfect muscly blanket to chase away the chill, and when he kisses me again, deep and soulful, I could burst with joy.

This is happening.

This is happening!

I’ve loved him for so long,pinedfor him for so long, and I never thought… never dreamed…

Hang on.

“Do you still find me annoying?” I ask as my boss peels down the left cup of my bra, sucking the hard bead of my nipple into his mouth. He grunts, tongue swirling, and that coil of heat travels all the way down my body to twist between my legs.

Leo pulls back long enough to nuzzle my small boob. “Obviously not. Wait, no—I never found you annoying. Why would you think that?”

He frowns at me, genuinely troubled, and I sputter out a laugh, weaving my fingers through his damp hair. “Because of all the things you said and did.”

Another scowl—but this one comes with fiery heat in his eyes. “I’ll show you what I think of you, Hazel.”

And Leo kneels up and grabs two fistfuls of my blue lace panties. He tears them apart in one go, muscles shifting, like he’s ripping wet tissue paper and not thick, soaked lace, then tosses both scraps over his shoulder into the darkness.

Leo pauses and raises an eyebrow at me. I gape.

“Underwear is expensive, you jerk!”

“I’ll buy you new ones,” is all Leo says, pushing my thighs apart. “A new pair every day if you let me tear them off you.”

Oh god, I will, won’t I? My body moves easily under his touch, legs flopping open, completely compliant, because I am a giant weenie who loves her boss’s secret caveman side. He could touch me with a fingertip and I’d move. He could tear every scrap of clothing off me and I’d still assume the position: face down, ass up, quivering with eagerness.

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