Page 85 of Rich and Bossy

He pants against my neck, peppering me with light kisses around my ear. “That was incredible.”

“Yes.” I’m still trying to catch my breath and I want to say more, but I don’t know if I’m capable. Even the word incredible doesn’t sound good enough to describe what that was. “Yes. True.”

I sound like a moron.

He laughs lightly against my cheek. “Trouble forming sentences?”

I nod, lightly laughing. “Yes. True.”

This time he laughs, then he turns me over onto my back and stands up. He looks down between my legs, clearly pleased withhis work. He smiles, like a real smile. A happy smile, not one of those evil ones he’s capable of.

“Shit.” His entire demeanor changes when they land back on mine.

“What?” I start glancing around.

He holds up a hand. “Just stay there. Don’t move.”

He walks away, toward the bathroom. I’ll be damned if I don’t move enough to ogle him from behind. It’s only fair. He did it to me in my dress earlier.

His muscles are so defined. He’s so big, but at the same time, not big. He’s just perfect. The muscles on his back expand and contract as he walks, the same with his rear, and I won’t mention what’s dangling down below it. It’s maybe the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

When he comes back, he has a towel and a few bottles of water. I start to get up, and he holds his hand up again.

“I said stay there. Don’t move. I’m serious.”

He has a look of concern in his eyes. He unscrews a cap off a bottle of water and hands it to me, brushing a few sweaty strands of hair from my face, smiling at me. Then he leans down with the towel and starts cleaning me up slowly and gently, the exact opposite of what he was just a few minutes ago.

He runs his finger over the place he bit me first.

I wince a little because it’s pretty damn sore.

“Fuck, did I hurt you?” He looks at me like he wants to die. It’s maybe the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. There is one hundred percent concern in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just…” He leans closer to me, his eyes pleading. “I got so possessive and carried away. I just want you so damn bad.”

I shake my head furiously at him. “No. I like it. I liked it a lot.”

His eyes narrow, like I’m lying so he won’t feel bad.

“I’m serious, Paxton.”

He looks right at me, like he’s reading a poker player, to make sure I’m being honest. “Okay.” He’s super careful with the towel. Taking his time, making sure he doesn’t press too hard on me while he cleans up his mess.

Every time I move just slightly, I can still feel what he left inside me. It was so careless, reckless, but I don’t care right now. It felt so good. It also changed something. I don’t know how to explain it, but something changed with us, when that happened.

He crawls back up into bed with me. “I don’t know if I have it in me to go again.”

I can’t believe how bluntly honest he’s being. I didn’t think guys did that kind of thing. I don’t care one bit. I am absolutely satisfied. In fact, I’m not sure I’d be able to walk tomorrow if we did a repeat of that first night. Especially as hard as we just went at it.

Once he’s sure I’m taken care of, and have everything I need, he snuggles in next to me, spooning me with his chest to my back. Light snores start falling in my ears within five minutes, no lie.

I like this man. I like him so much, to the point I could imagine a future with him.

You did well. He enjoyed himself. Look how fast he went to sleep.

Even in his arms, I feel the anxiety slowly creeping back in. I don’t know how I’m going to fall asleep now. I’ve been misleading him, and tomorrow, everything is going to change. I make sure to set my alarm for early.

I should leave now, honestly, but I just can’t make myself do it. I can’t sneak out of here now that he’s asleep. I don’t want to.

Why did it have to be him?

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