Page 37 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

“It’s a hell of a way to live, huh?” I slid more papers aside, freezing when he did the same and our hands brushed against each other.

“Whoops,” he admitted dryly. He reached around me, leaning in front of me. “But you put the medieval tit torture devices in the toy pile.”

I laughed, tormented with breaking my held-in breath with him so close.

That smell.It was the same as I remembered. Spicy and clean. Tempting.

“And I doubt you want to confuse actual sex toys with breastfeeding endeavors.”

I bit back a smile, enjoying that we could ever do this. Talk. Joke. Be sarcastic without any intention of offense.

I couldn’t help but feel like this was bringing us closer together. It wasn’t bridging the gap between us. I doubted he’d even remember this moment, but it messed with my mind. It blew fuel into the high hopes.

That this could beus. Instead of fighting and never in agreement, we could get along.

Yeah, right, Loren.

I shook off the whimsical and silly thoughts that this conversation could be a first step to me and Matt being together as more than boss and employee.

The future CEO of a billion-dollar company with someone likeme? That wasn’t Becca’s negativity making that little voice so loud in my mind. I owned this doubt. It was all mine, borne from a place of reality where I couldn’t change the fact that we were from two totally different worlds. Ones that would never collide and not end up in disaster.

Forget about it.

I wished I could. But this chance to justbewith him seemed too good to pass up.

14

MATT

If anyone could have ever told me that discussing baby products and laughing about not knowing what the hell they were supposed to do would bring me closer to Loren, I would have laughed and laughed.

Checking the time showed that we really had worked late into the evening doing just that, though. We hadn’t left this room, a smaller conference room with three actual walls for a change. Outside the fourth wall, composed of floor-to-ceiling glass, Manhattan faded from a blisteringly bright sunset to darkness.

Night had fallen, and it felt like a blur. We’d made a dinner out of slightly stale snacks from the staff breakroom that Rupert brought in and didn’t remember to put back when he left earlier.

We shared our comments about the baby products. We talked a little about our families. Joking about the ridiculous baby name generator that the Gammon reps wanted to make was probably the most fun I’d had in ages.

Since sleeping with her, I supposed.

My face was starting to hurt from hiding my smiles, but it felt like too much to reveal—how much I was enjoying working with her.

I didn’t want the night to end.

“So, people have called you short stuff often?” I asked as we categorized the baby stepstools and what looked like modern art pieces.They really expect a baby to want to touch this thing? It’s a chair, and it looks like a hairy monster about to act like quicksand.

“All the time,” she groused.

“You are short,” I teased.

“And you’re too damn tall,” she retorted sassily.

“I thought we fit pretty well, tho?—”

Fuck. Back up. Never mind. Rewind. Stop!

I wasn’t supposed to say shit like that to her. No matter how true it was. She was petite and short. I had a good head and a half on her. It was part of why I loved picking her up and pinning her to the wall, keeping her where I wanted her that night at the hotel.

We had fit well. My dick was made to fill her sweet cunt.

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