Page 50 of The Boss

I shouldn’t have missed him this much. And yet, the mere thought of having him close again, of seeing the hunger in his eyes when he looked at me, sent a rush of heat straight to mycock. I was addicted, and like any addict, I didn’t want to stop. I only craved more. Chris was my drug, and I was too far gone to care.

The soft click of approaching footsteps snapped me from my thoughts. A moment later, a familiar knock rapped against my door before Chris let himself in, moving with the kind of ease that came from knowing he belonged there.

I meant to greet him, to ask about his trip, but the second our eyes met, all rational thought evaporated. I was out of my chair before I even registered the movement, crossing the space between us in two strides, my hands gripping his waist as I pulled him in. His scent—faint cologne, something clean and warm—filled my lungs a moment before my lips crashed against his.

Chris melted into me, fingers clumsy with urgency, already fumbling at my belt. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled between kisses, his breath hot against my skin.

I should’ve said it back. The words hovered on the tip of my tongue, too big, too raw, too dangerous. I swallowed them down instead, blowing out a deep breath as he dropped to his knees.

And then thinking became irrelevant.

His mouth wrapped around me, eager, greedy, taking me in as though four days apart had left him starving. My fingers tangled in his hair, my breath hitching as wet heat enveloped me, his tongue teasing, lips sliding over sensitive flesh in a way that made my head fall back. God, he was good at this.

The office faded away. The entire world narrowed to the slick pull of his lips, the sinful noises he made as he worked me over, determined to take me apart. Pleasure built fast, sharp and insistent, pushing me toward the edge quicker than I wanted. I clutched at the desk behind me, trying to hold on, but Chris knew my body too well by now. He sucked harder, swallowed deeper—

Fuck.

My release hit, pleasure tearing through me in a blinding rush. He swallowed it all, his throat working around me before pulling off with a slow, satisfied hum. I breathed out, trying to steady myself. Brushing my thumb over his swollen lower lip, I helped him to his feet.

“Did you have a good time with your family?” I asked as I tucked myself back in, my voice rough around the edges.

Chris grinned, his cheeks flushed, his eyes still bright with heat. “Yeah, it was good to be back home for a while. But…” His fingers trailed over my collar, smoothing the fabric. “I’d rather be here.”

I hummed, brushing a kiss against his jaw. “I’d rather have you here,” I murmured against his lips, tasting myself on his tongue—salty, warm, delectable.

His lashes lowered, a pleased shiver running through him.

“But,” I continued, hands sliding down to cup his ass, squeezing the firm muscle, “if you don’t go back to your desk now, I won’t get anything done today. You’re far too distracting.”

Chris’s mouth quirked at one corner. “Okay,” he said, stepping back, “as long as you promise I’ll have you inside me before lunch break.”

I growled low in my throat, my fingers tightening around his hips. “I promise.”

With a wicked grin, he turned and sauntered to the door, each step deliberate, his ass swaying just enough to taunt me. He glanced back over his shoulder, winking before disappearing into the hall.

I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head as I sank into my chair. Damn tease.

Still riding the afterglow, I turned my attention to my emails, pushing through the work with a renewed sense of purpose. Iwas halfway through my morning correspondence when a knock sounded at the door.

“Excuse me, Isaac,” Alicia said as she stepped inside, a clipboard tucked under her arm. “Do you have a moment?”

“Of course.” I leaned back in my chair, still feeling loose and satisfied.

She adjusted her glasses. “The Miami developer conference is coming up. Want me to go ahead and book everything?”

I stretched, rolling the tension from my neck. “Yeah. Get the usual suite.”

She made a note, then glanced up. “Since Melissa isn’t here, would you need me to go with you?”

Melissa had always handled these trips before she went on maternity leave. But now…

“No,” I said, a little too quickly. Alicia’s brows lifted ever so slightly. I exhaled, reaching for my coffee to cover the slip. “Chris will handle it this year.”

She studied me for a beat, her gaze assessing. “You sure he’s ready?”

I kept my expression neutral. “He’s my assistant, isn’t he? No better way to learn than through experience.”

“Right,” she said slowly, tapping her pen against the clipboard. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

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