Page 74 of Taming the Boss

That was a very good question, one I didn’t have an answer for.

“What happened with Owen was completely an accident. I figure the condom broke. And he turned out pretty damn good, I think. Sometimes happy accidents are the best.”

He had me turn toward him and cupped my cheek as he spoke against my lips. “You don’t have to worry. I’m all in.”

All in to what? Us?

Was there even an us? How could there be when we barely knew each other?

I mean, sure, we’d kind of been playing house, but that wasn’t a foundation for anything.

Rather than questioning him, I let him sweep me away with soft kisses that roused me so effortlessly that I shifted on top of him as if it was as natural as could be. He lifted my sleep shirt and filled his hands with my breasts, drawing first one then the other to his mouth, sucking gently and then harder until I was writhing against him. I didn’t even balk as he drew me up his body until somehow I was kneeling on the pillows and gripping the ornate oak headboard while he destroyed me with his mouth.

My thighs shook on either side of his head and then I was turning the other way to do some wrecking myself. I drew his swollen length from his sleep pants and licked him from his already damp tip to the base and then repeated the move while I feathered my fingertips along his sac. I squeezed him methodically while I increased my suction around the head of his cock, drawing hard while he fisted my loose hair and thrust past my lips.

He never hurt me, at least not in a way that didn’t make my clit pulse. I didn’t fully understand my reactions to him, but I kept going past my own reservations, trying to give him all the access he wanted as my eyes teared up and overflowed. He shut his eyes as he reached his limit and unleashed into my throat, making me swallow reflexively in an attempt to contain him.

And he kept right on licking me, nursing me through the orgasm that washed over me on the heels of his own. Then he moved up my body to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I couldn’t get enough of his kisses and his weight against me, leaning right between my thighs as if he was meant to be there.

Condoms? What condoms?

But he didn’t push me. His fingers soothed my still overstimulated pussy, sweeping up and down until I parted my soaked thighs as if it made all the sense in the world to do this again. He sank into me with a groan of pure relief as if it had been years instead of barely a day since he’d been inside me.

He hiked up my leg over his shoulder, bending my leg to my chest so he could hammer into me so wildly that the pleasure bordered on the keen edge of pain.

And I craved every bit.

I dragged my nails down his back to his ass, gripping him hard as he powered into me. Knowing full well he had no intention of pulling out. Even not wanting him to. Whatever was happening between us, I’d abandoned all sense and was running full tilt toward it, whatever it meant.

Whatever we meant.

I coiled my legs around him, so fucking tightly, finding my release with a moan. He buried his shout in my hair as he let go inside me, pumping until he basically collapsed on top of me. I kissed his temple, the salty taste of his sweat on my lips as he finally rolled aside not to crush me while I recovered.

If recovery was even possible at this point. I wasn’t even sure.

When he mumbled he needed a shower, I made similar noises but I did not move. I felt as if every bit of energy had left me, and I just wanted to bask in the emotions storming through me. Not just from my orgasm, either.

More was happening to me than just enjoying damn good sex. I just couldn’t name it yet.

Finally, I forced myself to a sitting position. I yanked up my panties, pulled down my sleep shirt, and quickly swept my disordered hair into a knot.

I stumbled off to take a shower in the en suite bathroom off the guest room I’d been using, needing a few moments to get myself together on my own before I dressed for the day.

I chose jean shorts, a tank top with fireworks exploding on it, and my Converse sneakers before I headed downstairs to see what Owen was up to. We were finally going to get him his second pair of light-up sneakers today if he was feeling up to it. The new books would be a surprise.

Considering he was happily putting together a child’s puzzle on the coffee table in the sitting room, fitting together pieces that looked like a colorful Lego Wonderland, I was pretty sure shopping would be a go.

“Oh, how cool. Can I help you with this?”

“Sure, Baddie.” His wide grin could’ve made any day better, and this one was already pretty good so far.

“Did your Daddy get you this puzzle?” I asked as I found a piece for the border and slipped it into place.

“Caro said it came in the mail.”

Something about the way he said it made me search around on the shelf beneath the table. I unearthed a padded envelope with a label made out in block print to Owen Keller c/o of Jude Keller. And inside the mailer was a card with a dancing monkey on the front.

I read the inscription with a sinking belly.

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