Page 73 of Dear Grumpy Boss

My back arched, and I used my arms to push myself onto his cock. We met, collided, retreated, and met again. Weston grunted, squeezing me, desperate and wild, bringing me back to last night, back to feeling his visceral desire and believing it to be true. For now, while it lasted, I believed I was the only woman Weston wanted.

The knowledge was heady.

“Come on, West. Come for me,” I panted.

He leaned over my back, kissing my shoulder blade. “Can I come on you, baby? I want to paint your pretty ass, make it even prettier.”

I clenched at his words, nodding vigorously. “Please, please.”

“All right. I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

His movements sharpened, fingers digging into me. The air around us heated to a boil, and I could barely breathe. My head was light, floaty, and when his hand came down on my wet backside, my moans echoed off the tile. He slapped me three more times, enough to keep me with him but not truly hurt me, then yanked out of me with a sudden swiftness in time to see him ridding himself of the condom and tossing it aside.

“Changed my mind.” He took his angry red cock in his fist, pumping it hard. “I want you to watch what you’ve done to me.”

I wrapped my hand around his, moving with him as he stroked himself, and pressed my thighs together. This was too much. Too hot.

I cupped my breast and rolled my nipple between my fingers, making Weston grunt and shuffle closer.

“I’m coming,” he gritted out.

The first splash of his release hit my stomach. I bent down, then dropped to my knees so the rest of it sprayed all over my breasts, catching a few drops on my tongue when I opened my mouth. Then I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his broad head, suckling the last of his release from his throbbing erection.

His hands went to my head, gripping the sides as I cleaned him with my mouth.

“Elise.” He sighed my name. “You’re too good to me. I’m going to get hooked.”

I popped off the end of him and smiled up at him. “I thought I was already in your veins.”

He ran a finger along my cheek and bottom lip, shaking his head. “You are.” Then he took my hand in his, helping me to my feet. His mouth pressed against mine in a slow, melting kiss. “I’m going to need more of your lips around my cock.”

I tapped on his chin. “We’ll see.”

I wanted it too, but if he ignored me again all day and made me ride with the two bores, he could suck himself off.

Perhaps it should have been no surprise, but Weston started the day far less grumpy than usual. After we dressed, we grabbed a quick breakfast and he actually spoke to me instead of silently glowering at everyone in his vicinity.

We didn’t flirt. By tacit agreement, that didn’t happen when we were working.

Well, except for the time he got me off in his office. But we’d been alone with no witnesses so that didn’t really count.

Marisol, Dev, and Jeff were waiting for us at the first factory, like yesterday. The men acknowledged me this time, but Marisol’s gaze barely flitted over me. She was all about Weston, immediately latching on to his side.

I didn’t have to stick around to see if he was going to ignore me in favor of her. Melinda from HR whisked me away for my first interview with Cherise, an avid mountain hiker.

Today was already going much better. Cherise was sweet and enthusiastic. A manager on the factory floor, she told me a lot about her job first then we talked about her hobby. She’d brought all her Andes gear with her, and I made a mental note to send her more when I got home.

As our interview wound down, she walked me out of the meeting room to show me around the factory floor.

“Do you see the Andes field team a lot?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “All the time. They spot-check us every other day.” She laughed. “At least, that’s what it feels like. We all hold our breath when they’re here.”

I nodded at the suits, almost a football field away from us. “Have you been here when Mr. Aldrich comes through?”

“Yeah, of course. He used to stop by a lot more often.” She leaned closer to me. “I think he and Ms. Davies broke up, so he doesn’t fly out to California as often as he used to. At least, that’s the rumor.”

“Oh?” I blinked at her and let my gaze shift to Weston, deep in conversation with the general manager of the factory. I couldn’t read Marisol’s expression from this distance, but I was certain she was hanging on to his every word.

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