“That was fucking amazing.” His voice was raspy as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Mmm,” I agreed, unable to form actual words at that point. I trailed my fingers along his chest and arms, tracing the ink I found there.

His fingers did some exploring of their own, eventually coming to rest on the scar on my belly from my recent bullet wound. “What’s thisfrom?”

“It’s a long story.” One I didn’t want to—and couldn’t—really explain.

“I’ve got all the time in the world foryou.”

I liked the sound of that, a little too much. Sliding my hand lower, I stroked his length which was already hardening again. “How about we use that time a differentway?”

“I’ll let you get away with that. But only for now, baby,” he whispered against mylips.

“Whatever you say, boss,” I quippedback.

It worked as the perfect distraction, as he went about showing me why he was the boss in bed. Afterwards, lying in his arms as the sun started to peek through the curtains, I felt energized even though I’d barely gotten any sleep. It fucking sucked that I couldn’t stay like this forever, but I had shit to do if I wanted to get my new life started. And after this night, I had one hell of a reason to want to stay in Atlanta.