Page 86 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“Yes.” Jerking my hips, I slammed into her. “Look at us, baby.”

She turned back to the mirror. Our eyes met. Desire flared between us in our reflection. There had never been a time when I had been more attracted to a woman. It was madness what simply looking at her did to me.

“See what I do to you?” I stroked her hair, gathering it away from her face. “This is the main event. You and me, like this. Nothing’s bigger, is it?”

She shook her head. “No, nothing.”

“When I’m inside you, it’s you and me. Nothing else matters.”

“It’s the same for me.”

“This body is important to me.” I slipped my hand from her jaw down to her breast, kneading it hard. “It kills me to see you hurt when all I want to do is make you feel good.”

“You do. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced.” She pushed off the vanity, meeting each one of my thrusts, taking me deeper, harder. “Please, West.Please.”

“Do you want more, beautiful?”

“Mmmhmm. More, please.”

“Anything, Elise. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Later, after we left the room for dinner and a drink at the hotel bar, after I’d told her the boring, tedious details of my day and she’d shared the heart-stopping pictures and videos of hers, after we’d showered and fucked again, after a movie and a blow job on the couch, after pajamas and yawns and running from the end of the night, we gave in and tucked ourselves under the covers.

We rolled toward each other, and I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “Are you good with everything?”

Her lids were heavy as she blinked at me. “Everything?”

“Yes. Everything between us ending tomorrow.”

“Mmm.” She pressed her cheek to my hand. “Yes. It has to, doesn’t it? I don’t want to sneak around, and telling Elliot would be—”

“Impossible.”

It would destroy our friendship, that I knew. He would see me going after his sister as a betrayal. There was no gray area for Elliot. Right was right. Wrong was wrong.

The rules were unspoken, but they were stamped all over Elise Levy.

Off-limits.

No-go zone.

Even if that weren’t true, I had enough experience with relationships to know I was bad at them. I would never hurt Elise, which meant we could never be more than a lost weekend.

She was sleepy and unbothered, nuzzling my palm as her eyes drifted closed. Perhaps she wouldn’t even want more than what we already had.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Westie. Go to sleep.”

“I’m not worried.”

Regretful, not worried.

She rolled into me, her head on my shoulder, fingers splayed on my stomach. I pulled her closer, arm wrapped around her.

She was soft, fitted against me like she’d always been there.

This was temporary.

Ending soon.

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