Page 19 of Beauty and the Boss Man

“Wow,” she whispers.

“Yeah. No joke,” I say with a laugh.

I stand up and head into the bathroom to throw away the rubber and splash some water on my face.

While in there, the enormity of what we just did hits me.

I just had sex with my assistant.

When my dick was hard, it was obvious why that didn’t seem like a huge deal. I have a brain and a cock and enough blood to only run one of them at a time.

That doesn’t explain why I’m not too freaked out about it right now. Maybe it’s because Romy and I have always had such a good relationship—albeit a working one.

Or maybe she’s fucking amazing, and I’m so stupid that I’m just now realizing it.

I will say that even before the sex, it’s been a long time since I’ve ever had such a good time with someone. There was a certain ease and comfortability to it.

In this place, it doesn’t feel like I’m her boss, and she’s my assistant. It feels like something different. It feels like something more.

When I come out of the bathroom, I fully plan on talking to her about all of this. But as I walk out, she’s still lying in bed and is now softly snoring.

Walking over to the bed, I slide in next to her and pull her close. Her hair smells like vanilla as I place a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“Sleep well, Romy,” I whisper against her skin before I join her in a peaceful sleep.

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