Page 33 of Boss Me Not

“Fuck,” he ground out. “I’m gonna come, baby.”

His cock pulsed and he filled my mouth as he held my gaze. The saltiness coated my tongue before I sucked and swallowed, pulling every last drop from him.

“You coming on my face was by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But watching you take my cock is a close second.”

He brushed the hair back from my face, the tenderness making me want so much more. I smiled and tucked him back into his pants.

“Come here.” He held his arm out and patted his chest.

I climbed off his legs and positioned myself in the crook of his arm, laying my head back on his chest. I sagged into him, letting my eyes drift closed until I shivered, finally feeling the chilly air against my skin.

He shifted out from beneath me, and I opened my eyes as he stood, offering me his hand. I took it and let him lead me into his bedroom through the other door. I swallowed, not exactly sure where this was going.

He pulled a drawer open and turned to me, holding out what looked like a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. “I want to sleep in the same bed tonight. No sex. At least not tonight,” he added with a smirk. “Just hold you and sleep.”

Butterflies took off in my stomach. How was I already falling for this man?

“Unless you don’t want that?—”

“No,” I blurted. “I do.” I turned around. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

His fingers brushed along my back as he unzipped my dress. I turned back toward him and took the clothes he offered before scurrying past him into the master bath. I had come on his face,and he’d seen me half naked, but I wasn’t ready to fully undress in front of him yet.

I still didn’t quite understand why he wanted me when he could have a model or actress or whatever, but I tried not to question it.

I returned to find him already in bed. He held the covers up and I climbed in, reclaiming my position on his chest.

“Okay. Third sexiest thing I’ve ever seen… you in my clothes.”

I smiled and let my eyes drift closed, praying that this was real.

Chapter Nineteen

WYATT

I pulledout my phone and brought up the text thread with Angie. I’d planned on giving her the day off to send her to the spa, but that was back when I didn’t realize how much I’d miss having her around.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keypad on my phone. She was supposed to be relaxing, taking the day off. The last thing she needed was me smothering her. Before I could decide about sending her another text, three dots appeared. Icouldn’t stop the smile that broke out on my face as I waited for her text to come through.

“People are going to start thinking something’s wrong if you keep this up.”

I glanced up at Paul, who stood in the doorway of my office, shaking his head.

“Keep what up?”

“Smiling all the time and sending staff home early.”

I shrugged. “He was sick.”

Paul chuckled. “More like hungover.”

Was he serious? “Why do you think that?”

My phone chimed and I looked back down.

Angie:Yes, I really enjoyed the spa. Thank you so much for arranging it.

Three dots appearedand disappeared in rapid succession before her next text came through.

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