Page 103 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“You haven’t demanded it, because you’re a better person than me, but you should know I’m yours too, Elise. There is no one else—and there won’t be.”

He brushed the hair from my face, sweeping his eyes over me.

“Good.” I lifted my legs higher, wrapping them around his waist. “I want you to be mine.”

It was crazy that he was. This wasWeston. My Weston…what had been my fantasy a long, long time ago was finally true. He really was mine.

Something snapped in him. His head dropped to my throat, his mouth latching on with deep, hard sucks. I knew he was making his mark, and I should have cared, but I didn’t.

His movements picked up speed, and my hips rose to meet each pump. He hit me deep and hard, taking my breath away. At the same time, he continued to devour any piece of skin he could get to. Biting and sucking, he groaned like my flavor was the best he’d ever had.

My fingers were tangled in his hair, stroking his shoulders, the taut line of muscles along his spine. My beautiful man, I couldn’t get enough of touching him. Weston may have marked me to claim me, but I was claiming him too. Every inch of his skin that I touched, I stamped with possession, an invisible signature he could feel and I knew was there.

We writhed together in his sheets, kissing and holding on as our bodies collided and retreated until there was no going back. He slammed into me, and I tossed my head back, moaning from the pleasure-pain of having him so deep inside me. My inner walls flexed, pulling a guttural groan from him, and then we both let go.

I came, wet and visceral, so hard, I shook from it. He jerked once, then twice, plunging in as deep as he could go and stilling there. His cock throbbed, coating my insides as he emptied himself.

No condom.

It was a fleeting thought, one I didn’t care about.

Weston took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping into my mouth. I slid my palms up his arms, little aftershocks shaking my body as we kissed with no destination but each other.

Eventually, when we were breathless and our lips were red and swollen, we shifted to our sides. My thighs were coated with his release. It would start to bother me soon, but not yet.

He pressed his thumb into the center of my chin then stroked his knuckles along my cheek and brushed errant strands of hair off my face.

“I don’t want to miss you the way I have for the past two weeks. That’s finished now, Elise.”

“It is,” I agreed, rubbing his stubble. “I don’t want to miss you like that either.”

Thick emotion coated my chest. I sucked in a breath and pinched my hip to stop myself from tearing up, but it was almost impossible. We’d crossed lines in California, but this was something different. We were embarking on untested grounds, knowing there would be shaky parts but doing it anyway.

“It was when you were nineteen. Spring break.”

My brow pinched. “What was?”

“When I saw you as something other than a sister.”

My mind raced back to that spring break. I’d gone on a trip to Mexico with a bunch of girls then visited Elliot for a couple nights before I went back to the dorm. Weston had been there, of course. He had been a semipermanent fixture in the Levy home.

I had taken a thousand pictures of my first time snorkeling and casted them to the TV in the living room so I could show Elliot. He’d tried to get me to snorkel with him on vacations when we were kids, but I’d been too afraid.

“The bikini pictures?” I guessed.

His mouth twitched. “No, though they didn’t help. It was you.”

“Me? I’ve always been me.”

“You walked in wearing a yellow sundress. It was still cold as hell in Colorado, but there you were, all tan and happy, like you’d stepped off the beach. I remember hearing the front door open and walking out to help you with your bags. The second I saw you, I was literally staggered. I thought,that is my Elise, set on fire.”

My mouth fell open. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

He smirked. “I was twenty-three, almost twenty-four, and felt like the biggest perv checking you out.Thenyou tortured me with the bikini pictures, and I had to conceal an erection from both you and your brother.”

My eyes widened. “You left and stayed away the rest of my visit.”

His nod was solemn. “Do you have any idea how horrified I was? All you were doing was living your life in your own home, and I was salivating over you.”

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