Page 18 of Tempted By the Bosshole

“Me?” She shakes her head. “You must?—”

“I love sex, one hundred percent. But what we just did was…beyond.”

A blinding smile breaks across her face. “Really? I’ve always thought I was terrible in bed. My ex?—”

“Forget him. He’s in your past. Keep him there.”

“You’re right. I won’t let him define me anymore. Maybe I didn’t flip his switch or whatever, but?—”

“He’s an idiot who told you it was your fault that he didn’t arouse you.”

“According to him, it takes me too long to get ‘warmed up.’”

I scoff. Yeah, I’m using this girl to get revenge, but she’s been mistreated by an asshole unworthy of her.

Unable to stop myself, I brush my fingers across her so-soft cheek and remain buried as deep inside her as I can. “His impatience was his problem. You’re perfect.”

She sends me a grateful smile. “I’m sharing some of the most embarrassing things about my life with a man I barely know. How is it not awkward?”

“We have chemistry, baby girl. There’s nothing you can’t tell me.”

She laughs. “Intimacy is something I usually shy away from. But I’m starting to think you’re right about our chemistry—even if you still make me nervous.”

Does she sense on some level that I’m her foe? Tonight, I’ll give her all the compliments and climaxes she can handle. I’ll drown her in pleasure, give her orgasms, coax her trust, and enjoy the hell out of her.

Tomorrow? I’ll drop the hammer, and shit will get real—fast.

CHAPTER FIVE

Isabella

The night is everything. For hours, the stranger lavishes me with attention. He feeds me. He holds me. In the shower, he cleans me from head to toe…only to dirty me up again in his bed twice more. The pleasure he heaps on me is insane. And the things that man can do with his tongue? Holy cow.

If I had known this man existed sooner, I would have ditched Eric. He was a waste of my time. But my stranger makes me feel boneless and crazy happy. Hours fly by in a dreamlike idyll where the laws of time and space and hookups being meaningless don’t apply. He keeps me under him and screaming in ecstasy. Already, he has me hoping for a future beyond tonight.

I think I’m falling in love.

That sounds crazy. I still don’t even know this man’s name. We agreed to wait until morning to discuss anything practical. Tonight is for us.

Finally, around four a.m. I fall asleep in his arms, curled up in sheets that smell like our passion. I nuzzle against him, already looking forward to waking up in his embrace.

But when I wake, the sun stabs my eyes and the bed is empty. I wince against the harsh light and find him dressed, sitting in a chair I didn’t notice last night. His elbows are balanced on his knees as he leans forward, dissecting me with a dark, dispassionate gaze.

Trying to ignore my skitter of unease, I clutch the sheet to my naked body and sit up. “Morning. Sorry I slept so late.”

He shrugs. “I expected that.”

Maybe, but I can’t tell if he minds. “Have you been up long?”

“A few hours. Why don’t you get dressed? I set some clothes on the bathroom counter for you, along with a fresh toothbrush and a new comb. I’ll head downstairs and make you some coffee. How do you like it?”

So he’s not throwing me out right away. “One sugar and a splash of creamer.”

“Hazelnut okay?”

Despite the unexpected tension between us, I attempt a smile. “My favorite.”

He doesn’t smile back. “I’ll see you downstairs.”

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