Page 23 of Her Impossible Boss's Baby

To finally have some of his control.

Oh, she’d dreamed of it. As much as she’d tried to pretend she didn’t. As much as she’d told herself she wasn’t unendingly curious about how he was in bed, she had wondered.

Did he ever let himself off leash entirely?

And what was that like?

All that focus, force and obsession, zeroed in on another person.

The idea was dizzying.

They were silent in the elevator, and then, his hand over hers, he led her back down the hall toward his suite.

He opened the door, and closed it. And as soon as it closed behind them, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her heart up against him. Her breath exited her body in a gust.

Right then she wanted to cry. Right then it was too much, and so was he.

She was leaving him. He was infuriating. Why wasn’t it simpler?

“Do you know how much I wish I could hate you?” she whispered, their mouths a mere whisper from each other.

“Why is that, cara?”

“Because you’re the worst boss. Because you don’t see me as a human being. Because you have treated me like an incidental these past five years.”

“I treat you the same way I do everybody else.”

The words were a knife’s blade, turning inside her.

“Exactly,” she said. “And you shouldn’t. You should treat me like I’m special. Because I do things for you that nobody else does. And now I know for sure, you feel things for me that you don’t feel for anyone else who works for you.”

“It is attraction, Polly.”

He said it so blandly. As if it could never be that simple.

“Nonetheless, Luca, the way you treat me leaves me feeling so hungry for something more. You make me so angry, you make me feel small sometimes. And yet I can’t hate you. Because you are the most complex, interesting man I have ever known, and do you have any idea how much it pains me to say that? A man shouldn’t be interesting and complex simply because he displays baffling behaviors.”

“I am baffling even to you?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you understood.”

He almost sounded hurt. If he had been anyone else she would’ve imagined that he was. Perhaps that should make her feel bad. But it didn’t. “I baffle you and yet you want me anyway?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “And I feel like I deserve this.”

“You are so confident you will enjoy it?”

“Aren’t you?”

He moved closer, and she felt like she might faint. Being this close to all that beauty had left her feeling nearly drunk.

“No more talking.” The words were hard. Blunt. Arousing.

That was when she found herself crushed roughly against him. His mouth crashed down upon hers, and there was nothing left to say. There were no more words left in her entire being. She was made entirely of need.

His mouth was hot and hard, his tongue insistent as a requested entry. She granted it. She wanted him to devour her. She wanted...

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