Page 183 of Savage Bosses

“You truly don’t care who knows about us?” she asked wonderingly.

I wrapped my hand around her neck to pull her closer to me. “Madison, when you aren’t by my side, you leave an empty void I have no hope of filling. Why should I care what other people think if it means you’re always with me?”

She pressed her hand above my heart. “Okay, I’ll move in.”

“Today.”

“It is two o’clock in the morning. Can you let my decision percolate a little?”

“Today, little bunny. The sooner you’re under my protection, the easier I’ll breathe.”

“Fine! I’ll move in today, but I’m going to need some sleep.”

“You can sleep after.”

“After what?” she asked as I pulled her in for a kiss.

Two days passed since Madison moved into the penthouse. Although it was a temporary solution, I couldn’t help soaking in that she lived with me. She was messy and threw her clothes everywhere. The bathroom sink was cluttered with her lotions, creams, perfumes, and more things than I could name. And I loved every bit of it.

She added a warmth to the penthouse I’d been missing, but there were still subjects we butted heads on. Disagreements were bound to happen, but I suspected she deliberately provoked me on one constant subject of our debates: her wardrobe.

Greed and selfishness were inherent in my reaction to seeing Madison’s sexy office wear. Although I doubted anything could adequately tone down her natural attributes, was asking for her to wear less form-fitting suits too much? Now I was riled up and stewing.

The silence in my soundproof office did nothing to calm me as I waited for Madison to answer my summons. She was testing me with her lateness. The afternoon sun filtered through the window, marking the hour passing. As most people wound down for the day, I couldn’t help but ask, why the hell wasn’t she here?

The woman dominating my thoughts made a hasty entry seconds later, but at this point, she was incapable of placating my budding anger. How could she when everything she’d done today defied me? As she hurried inside, the suit currently molded to her curves increased my ire. That damn suit had made more than one man in the office leer at her as she passed them. It was supposed to be on a hanger in her closet, not on her body, causing distractions for me and all the unworthy bastards who worked for me.

“Sorry, I’m late. I had to go over the plan with Larry again. I think we agree now and won’t have any more delays with execution now that you’ve refused to be seen with Elsie.” Madison pulled the chair facing my desk out.

“Don’t sit,” I barked.

Startled, she met the fire in my eyes. “What’s your deal?”

“What did I say this morning before I left?”

Madison furrowed her brow in thought.

I could tell the second she put the clues together by her straightening posture and the firming of her features.

“You thought I would take you seriously when you told me not to wear this outfit?” She sauntered over to me and I spun my chair to keep my body facing in her direction. She didn’t stop until she stood between my legs. “You can tell me what to do in bed, even the work I do for you, though I still reserve the right to overrule you then. What you won’t do is tell me what I can and can’t wear while doing said work.”

“Little bunny, you are pushing it.”

She smiled and it gutted me. A little devil lived in the up tilt of her lips. This was the same smile she gave me before rocking my foundation. Being older than her, being her boss, and even being her best friend’s dad, got stripped away in light of that smile.

“Let me tell you a secret,” she whispered, although we were the only ones in the soundproofed office. “Not only did I ignore your arbitrary demand”—Madison grabbed my hand and slipped it under her skirt between her thighs—“I also didn’t wear any panties.”

The moment she finished the word panties, my fingers grazed the hot, wet flesh between her legs. On instinct, I sniffed the air and a welcoming scent greeted me. My mouth watered as her arousal suffused the room.

Too weak to ignore the temptation at my fingertips, I stroked her. “How long have you been this way?”

She leaned toward my ear and bit the lobe. “All. Fucking. Day. What are you going to do about it, Kent?” she dared me.

I glanced up at her triumphant smirk. Damn, she was gorgeous. And maddening. Now that she stopped calling me Mr. Luxe, hearing my name on her lips filled me with sweet agony.

Although we shouldn’t be together for many reasons, her safety being the most important, she was a madness in my blood, demanding to take over my mental faculties. The enticement was almost too much to bear. I clenched my hands together as a reminder that this was yet another war we were fighting.

“Nothing, little bunny.”

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