Page 36 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

Several times,I mentally corrected. It had been one night but so many orgasms,until he admitted that he was out of condoms and didn’t want to risk relying on the good, ol’ pull-out method after we said we were both clean for him to enter me bare.

“I’m clueless about baby stuff too,” he admitted.

I breathed easier, grateful he wasn’t twisting this already wacky conversation. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me. I’dworked alone with him before, and I could keep a lid on my mouth and censor my thoughts.

Tonight was an off night, I supposed. I latched on to the topic, though, determined not to say something about my boobs, his expertise about them, or anything about our short, limited past that I wanted a repeat of.

“I don’t have any babies in my family,” I admitted. “No nieces or nephews. Not even a neighbor with a kid.”

“Me neither. I’m an only child and that’s it.” He glanced at me. “Are you an only child too?”

Holy shit. He’s asking me a question about myself?He could probably find out everything about me from my employee file, but he wasn’t. I told him that one night that we wouldn’t share details about ourselves, and here he was trying to break that rule, two months later at the damn office.

“No. I have an older sister.”

“Hmm. Are you close?”

I peered at him, wondering if he wanted to know for the sake of learning about me or if he was up to something. If this could be a trick. I hated to be that guarded. I usually trusted people better, but Matt was in a league of his own as the enemy I lusted for and the boss I busted my ass for.

“No. Not at all.” I decided to test the waters and share a little more. “She’s two years older than me, and it’s always been crystal clear that she’s the favorite.”

“Nah. I doubt parents actually do that.” He glanced at me again, almost as if he wanted to face me and have a real conversation but couldn’t risk it. “Before my parents died?—”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Without thinking, I put my hand over his.

We both stared at them stacked like that, mine on top of his. I wanted him to roll his over and hold my hand, and he seemed to suffer under the urge to…

Well, I couldn’t tell how he was reacting. If he didn’t feel this spark of electricity from the awareness that we were touching, I was definitely reading him wrong.

“Thanks,” he said finally.

Move your hand!I snatched it back and put it in my lap, marveling that the heat of his contact could still warm me up inside out.

“They passed away thirty-five years ago last Monday.”

“Wow.” I blinked. “I didn’t realize you were that old.”

He smirked. “Thanks?”

I smiled. “You were saying?” I would beg him to keep talking.

“Oh, yeah. My parents had these little yapping dogs. I vaguely remember them, but I saw tons of pictures. Corgis. According to my grandmother and house staff, they didn’t treat one dog as a favorite over another.”

“I think it’s a little different, dogs to kids. And my parents are the exception. They’vetoldme that Becca was the ‘perfect’ one. They asked me why I couldn’t be more like her. Why she was so much better at everything. Shewasthe golden child. The favorite.”

“Ah.” He furrowed his brow, not making eye contact again.

“And most of my life, I’ve been trying my hardest to measure up to her. To find my niche, to see where I could belong. It’s tiring, always debating whether you're good enough when you’re constantly pitted against the paradigm.”

“I know what you mean.”

“How?” He just said he was an only child.

“With my grandmother. If you’re not aware, she’s the CEO of the company.”

I laughed once. “Yeah, I heard.” I hadn’t met her, nor did I think I ever would, but I was at least familiar with who she was around here.

“She’s always held high expectations for me, and I consistently struggle to convince myself that I measure up, that she approves.”

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