Page 75 of Broken Boss

“What? No. They’re wonderful, why would you ask that?”

He shrugs. “You said you weren’t always comfortable in family settings. I just wanted to be sure.”

Leaning forward, I reach out and lightly run my hand up the back of his calf. He shivers; I see it and he knows I do, his mouth set in a serious and sad line.

“It is hard, sometimes, to see happy families. To miss my own.” Now it’s my turn to shrug. “But it’s also hard to not be happy around people like your family, Chris. Eva is wonderful. I love that she wants to be a vet someday. And Roux…”

I smile, dipping my face down to the bubbles to hide it, but Chris sees. We’re both thinking of the conversation we had in the restaurant that night before Kieran ruined the moment. My confession that I wanted kids someday, something I rarely let myself think about. But holding Roux…I could imagine it. A little chubby body tucked up against mine, smelling sweet, all soft skin and cooing sounds.

Standing, I ignore the water sheeting down my body and turn my gaze on Chris. He raises his brows and reaches for the towel, but I stop him, biting my lip.

Stepping out of the tub carefully, I close the short distance between us. Chris is still leaning on the counter, and I move between his thighs with my naked, wet body, bubbles and froth soaking into the dark fabric of his jeans.

His eyes travel down my bare skin. He licks his lips, puts his wine glass aside, and places a hand on each side of my ribs. His thumbs rub slow circles just below my breasts, making my breath catch.

Leaning forward, Chris buries his face in my neck. I tip my head back and close my eyes, loving the feel of him pressed against me—the friction of his jeans at my core.

As if he read my mind, he reaches between us and slips two fingers along my pussy, teasing and pressing and tugging until I’m slick with want.

“Please,” I whimper, arching my breasts toward him. He obliges and peppers them with kisses and licks, backing me up until he’s standing, guiding me carefully out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

My feet leave wet prints along the floor. Moonlight spills into the room from the windows, highlighting the plane of his muscles and shadowing the dips of his body as he pulls off his shirt first and then kicks off his jeans.

Left in just his boxers, it’s obvious how badly he wants this, too. He’s rock-hard as I run my palm over his erection, and his cock throbs toward my touch.

Unable to help myself, I get on my knees and pull the boxers off. His dick springs out and my mouth waters, but before I can lean forward and take him between my lips, Chris grips my chin and shakes his head.

“No. No time for that tonight. Come here.”

He pulls me to my feet and leads me to the bed, where he lies back and guides me over him. My thighs settle over his hips and I want so badly to slip down onto him, to feel him fill me.

We’re both breathing hard already, barely having touched. Chris leans up to meet me halfway and steals a kiss. His hands guide my hips, shifting me until the head of his cock nudges my entrance, and just like that, pleasure warms through every inch of me.

I let out a long sigh and sink down onto him. I’m so wet that I can feel it between us, just like I can feel the delicious way he’s stretching me. Chris puts one hand flat on my belly and with the other, grips my ass, showing me the rhythm he wants.

Pleasing him is a rush of adrenaline that I haven’t experienced before. With his groans and gasps as guidance, I only get more and more turned on riding him, my knees sinking into the firm mattress and his hand pressing firmly, low on my belly. It does something strange to me, heightens the pressure and pleasure, and I pick up the pace without realizing, grinding down so that my clit rubs against his taut abs.

Chris sits up and wraps an arm around my hips. He fucks up into me as I plunge down, my pussy squeezing and fluttering around his length as I start to lose my vision, shutting my eyes tightly as the orgasm rockets through me.

My toes curl, nipples tighten, and every hair on my head buzzes with the electric feeling of him.

Mine, mine, mine.

Chris curses, comes, and locks onto my bucking hips so tightly that I whimper, unable to move. He’s panting against my chest as I try to catch my own breath, both of us still high on the feeling and shivering in ecstasy.

With a deep breath, Chris rolls us over and lies lazily between my legs. I’m too satiated and exhausted to comment on the mess we must be making of the comforter, not to mention ourselves.

His hands roam my body languidly and my fingers tangle in his hair. I’m half asleep when he lifts his head and more lucid than I expect, says, “Come to Nate’s wedding with me.”

Somewhere in the very, very back of my mind an alarm is going off. A warning.

Something about not getting too close.

Something about Chris being the enemy.

But my mind is too clouded with happiness to worry about what might be wrong. I hum and give him a tired smile, agreeing before I realize it. Content just to be here with him.

Chapter 26

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