Page 116 of Dear Grumpy Boss

I put the cake down on a nearby table so I could wrap my arms around his neck. He yanked me against him, his palms smoothing down my hips to my butt, then he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“He told me you paid for my college,” I whispered.

He stiffened but didn’t let me go. “You weren’t supposed to know.”

“I was going to say I can’t believe you did that, but I can. Thank you, Weston.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby.”

We held each other for a long time. His breath was hot on my skin while he stroked me from the center of my back to the bottom of my ass. As time ticked by, I melted into him.

“It’s okay,” I cooed. “It’s all okay. We can just be us now.”

He released a shuddering breath and raised his head. His mouth slanted over mine in a soft, deep kiss. His tongue slid along mine, claiming me with every gentle flick. His relief was palpable. He’d really been worried I wouldn't come back to him. That hit me hard in my chest. I put everything into kissing him back, into showing him I was just as deeply into this as he was. That this was something big and real for me, and it would take a lot more than my brother’s disapproval for me to walk away.

“You can’t leave me,” he murmured against my lips. “Do you understand? You can’t disappear on me. You can’t leave.”

Another hit.

“I won’t, West. I’m here with you. I won’t disappear.”

He kissed me again, walking me backward toward his bedroom. When his mattress hit the backs of my knees, he kept walking, so we fell together. He pushed my skirt up, and his fingers slipped into my panties.

“Wet.”

I nodded. I was. Heavy emotion mixed with desire had filled me with need.

He reared back, sweeping my panties off me, then unzipped his pants to free his cock. Falling over me, he rubbed himself between my thighs.

“I have to have you,” he said against my ear.

I threaded my fingers in his hair. “So have me.”

In one smooth motion, he thrust into me, filling me completely. My neck arched as I moaned, my fingers curling around his strands.

Weston cupped my face, holding me as he moved in and out of me. He went deep with every thrust, and I felt him all the way to my chest. The zipper of his pants scratched against the back of my thighs, but if he stopped, I would die, so I ignored it, focusing on him.

He never stopped watching me. He held my face like if he let me go, I’d disappear.

“I’m here, West,” I told him breathlessly. “I’m yours.”

“Mine,” he grunted. “Don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.”

His mouth covered mine again, and he hitched one of my legs over his arm so he could find his way even deeper inside me. I held on to him, giving myself to him, showing him with my body I was his for as long as he wanted me.

Later, we watched a movie in his living room. Weston ate his cake and made me make another wish. This time, I wished for Weston to believe I was in this for the long haul.

He idly stroked my bare thigh while my head rested on his shoulder.

“Were you ever going to tell me about what a piece of shit my brother is?” he asked softly.

“No. Miles and I settled things when I first started at Andes. It’s history.”

“Not to me.”

With a sigh, I lifted my head. “Miles was a dick in high school, but he wasn’t the worst by far. What he said tonight was true, he got people to like him by making them laugh.”

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