Page 34 of Foreplay with the Boss

“That…” She blew out her breath. “Was intense. Like mindblowing, room spinning intense.”

Pride filled me that I’d shaken her world as much as she’d shaken mine. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” I lifted her hand to mine, kissed the back of it, and rolled off her. As soon as I discarded the condom, I laid next to her and ran my hand over the slope of her hip as I stared into her sated features.

She scooted closer, her soft curves pressing into me as she rested her head on my shoulder and placed her hand over my still rapidly-beating heart.

We stayed like that for several minutes, and then she reached up and ran her fingertips over my jaw. “So, I meant to ask you how things went with the sporting goods account today, but I was so focused on holding myself back from jumping your bones at the office—and then on the train—that there wasn’t really room for any other thoughts.”

I covered her hand with mine. “Next time I say we just give the other passengers a show.”

“Well, then we’d probably get banned from riding the train, and I only have to deal with the commute a month or so, but you’d be forced to drive in that horrible morning traffic to work. Not sure you’d think it was worth it.”

“I think you underestimate what it’s like to have sex with you.”

She smiled, biting her lip and I reached up and brushed her hair off her face, letting my fingers trail down her neck and across her collarbone.

“As for the sporting goods account…” The reality of that situation slammed into me. Thanks to the fact that I was constantly preoccupied with thoughts of bending Kat over my desk, or her desk—or any desk—I’d let a few things slide that I was usually diligent about checking. I should’ve caught that Lone Star Sporting Goods was unhappy sooner. I could point a finger at David and say he should’ve told me—and he fucking should’ve— but that was why I oversaw everything. So things like this wouldn’t happen. “I’m going to have to fly to Dallas tomorrow and do damage control.”

Kat stuck her lips out in a pout. “How long will you be gone? Because waiting two days between sex lessons was torture, and about two days more than I’m willing to go again.”

“You’re saying I’ve turned you into a sex fiend?”

She reached out and squeezed my pecs in a move I translated to mean I like this part right here, which made all the bench presses and push-ups worth it. “I’m saying I already was one. I just didn’t have anyone to help me scratch the itch.”

I tugged her closer and bit her shoulder. “Happy to be your itch scratcher.”

“Right, but if you’re not going to be around, I might just have to find another?—”

I rolled over her, pinning her to the mattress. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, or I’ll make your punishment tonight look like a walk in the fucking park.”

Her pupils dilated, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. This was supposed to just be a temporary, no-strings arrangement, but the thought of another guy touching her sent toxic jealousy through my gut. It felt very, very serious, and I’d seriously hunt the guy down and make sure he never touched her again.

I reached between us and covered her pussy with my hand. “This is mine while you’re here in Boston, you hear me?”

She nodded.

I curled my middle finger inside of her, growing hard again at the feel of her tight, wet cunt. “Say it.”

She exhaled a shaky breath. “It’s yours.”

Satisfaction replaced the jealousy. She was mine, at least for a little while, and just so she didn’t forget it, I teased and stroked her until she begged for release.

And after she’d tumbled over the edge, I slipped inside of her and claimed her as mine all over again.

CHAPTER 19

Kat

I liked the way Jameson watched me dress, his eyes tracking me as I bent and shimmied and slipped things over my head.

It made me feel sexy in a way I’d never felt before. I wanted to stay curled up next to him in bed, but I knew he wasn’t a relationship guy, and that I shouldn’t let myself think about things like sleeping next to him in that big comfy bed.

He cared enough to demand that I didn’t see any other guys while I was here, and that was at least something. I always thought I’d like my sex a little on the rougher side, but I didn’t expect to be so gratified by being dominated. I didn’t know that submitting could help me feel in control. And I wanted to do it again and again and again.

“So, two days?” I asked as I reached for my purse. “Three at most,” he said.

“What do you want me to do while you’re gone—besides not other dudes.”

He sat up, his jaw tight. “Kat, I swear to God, if you keep talking about other dudes…”

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