Page 39 of Boss Me Not

He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I don’t regret it, so get that thought out of your head. It was the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. But we should probably talk about it.”

“Talk about it?” We had amazing sex. He wanted more than only sex, right? I wasn’t sure what we needed to talk about. But the concern in his voice had me on edge.

“Yeah.” He pulled back and looked down at me. “I forgot to grab a condom.”

My body sagged with relief. Surprisingly, that hadn’t crossed my mind either. “I’m on birth control.”

He nodded. “I would never do anything to hurt you. I’ve been tested recently, and I’m good. But you’re also the only person I’ve ever not used a condom with.”

I raised up on one arm. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I never forget. But with you, I was so engrossed in how amazing it felt, I didn’t even think about it.”

He traced my nipple with one finger and a shiver raced through me.

His gaze darkened as he followed his finger over my breast and down my stomach. “God, I can’t wait to do that again.”

My mouth fell open as I glanced down between us, locking on to his already hard cock. “Now?”

He smirked as he rolled me to my back. “Unless you need a minute.” His hand cupped my breast and he claimed my mouth, swallowing my moans as his thumb flicked back and forth.

I was already panting and moaning by the time he climbed on top of me and was pressing against my entrance. He was more deliberate this time. Lying flush on top of me and moving in and out of me slowly, sensually. My nails dug into his back and our tongues tangled.

Sex had always been just sex. Nothing special. Until now. This felt so different. I understood the term making love now. The way he touched me. Kissed me. It was so much different from how anyone had ever been with me.

“Baby,” he whispered against my neck as he continued to move, lifting up to look down at me. “You’re mine now, you know that, right?”

I smirked. “Hmm. Yours?” I moaned and arched up as he hit that sensitive spot deep inside.

“Mine, Angie.” He stared at me, his gaze piercing with an intensity that I felt in my soul. “Tell me. Tell me this is real. That you’re my forever.”

I swallowed at the meaning behind his words. I wanted that. So much it hurt. But was I able to trust it? To trust this feeling?

He brushed the hair off my forehead as he searched my face. “Need to know you feel this too. This insane connection between us. Tell me I’m not crazy.”

I smiled. That I could do. “You’re not crazy. I feel it too. And I want nothing more than to be yours.”

I left off the forever, afraid to trust in that and have it ripped away from me. But deep inside, I hoped for it.

I gripped him , my core tightening as he began to thrust harder and faster, bringing us both back to the edge again before we tumbled over together. Blissfully.

Wakingup in his arms made me just as happy as falling asleep in them had. Not quite as happy as when he woke me up in the middle of the night, though. Slipping back into me and making love to me again. I snuggled into his side, throwing one leg over his.

“Ready for round four?”

I gasped and looked up at him. “You’re joking?”

His smirk said he might be, but he shrugged. “How about I go make us coffee and breakfast while you get a shower, and then we’ll see. I might be tempted to let you ride my face again.”

Heat crawled up my neck and into my cheeks. “I liked that.”

“I know you did.” His hand trailed down my back and he squeezed my ass. “Go get your shower before I change my mind and have my way with you again.”

I giggled and climbed up so I was straddling him, his hard cock nestled against me. I slid over it, already wet for him again. He sat up suddenly, tangling his hand in my hair and bringing my mouth down to his.

I jolted when his hand landed harshly on my ass.

“Shower. Before I keep you in this bed all day and let the hotel run itself.”

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