Page 17 of Never Bed the Boss
But all of it is coming to an end at 5 PM today. The thirty days will be over and I can touch Lilah. I can kiss her. Taste every inch of her body. And I will. I’m going to make up for lost time. There were so many moments during this month that I wanted to pin Lilah against a wall or shove her onto my desk or the bed weshared in Cherry Ridge and kiss some sense into her. My feelings for her are never going to change. There’s no one else in this world that I want but her.
I love Lilah. I knew from the moment we met that she was special. I’ve tried to show her that throughout this month, checking off items on her bucket list one by one. Doing everything in my power to prove my feelings for her.
But there are more items I want to check off. I want to marry her. I want a family with her. I want everything with her.
I never thought I’d settle down. Work has been my sole focus. My steady relationship. But all that changed once Lilah swept through my life. Nothing matters unless she’s mine. My wife.
I sit down on her chair, the leather moaning as I swing my legs under her desk. I’ve been leaving her notes on her desk ever since she moved out here. Little reminders. And she’s kept each one, lining them up on her desk.
I open a drawer and retrieve another sticky note and pen and begin writing out another.
Last day, Lilah. Let’s celebrate with a bang.
When Lilah opensthe door to my office, my pulse quickens. I’ve negotiated multi-million dollar deals with the most cutthroat executives. Completed Ironman competitions. Marathons. Boxed and fought MMA. But nothing makes my heart beat faster than seeing Lilah, and today is no different.
“Gorgeous,” I rasp under my breath as she glides into the room like a breath of fresh air, wearing the same outfit she wore on her first day here. Conservative and professional but it drives me wild, and I think she knows that.
And I know what that prim exterior is hiding. I’ve tasted every inch—every slender curve and valley. I’ve spent everysingle night for the past thirty days torturing myself with images of her each time I close my eyes. But today marks the end of it.
It’s the beginning of us. I swallow hard as I stand up to meet her, heels clicking with each step.
“A bang?” Lilah asks, holding the sticky note in front of her.
I smile, arms folded across my chest as I lean against my desk. “Are you going to report me to HR, Ms. Foxe?”
Her faux-outrage softens as she says, “I might have to because I was hoping for more than just one…bang.”
My cock lurches as I stare transfixed at her mouth. That pink little tongue. Plush lips. I can’t help but think about what I’ll be doing to that mouth later.
“I can arrange that,” I rasp. My throat feels dry and ragged as the words crawl from my lips. “And much more.”
“Oh?” Lilah asks, brows raising. “You have something else planned?”
She moves forward and then reaches for me.
“It’s not five o’clock,” I say, sliding away from her. I skim my hand along the polished wood of my desk as I move around it. “No touching. You made that clear when you signed the contract.”
I sink into my chair and look at Lilah. I think she might be pouting.
“You touched me in the elevator,” she huffs.
I pause, closing my eyes as I remember that moment. It wasn’t long after we returned from Cherry Ridge where we shared a bed for nearly a week. It was driving me mad not touching her. Being so near. Her sweet scent in every breath. I dreamed of her every night. Did things…
And when she wanted to leave me alone in my office, I snapped.
“I’ll double your salary for that… outburst.”
I glance at her over my shoulder.
“I don’t want more money. I want you to touch me. I want to feel you. Iwantanother outburst but this time I want you to kiss me.”
There will be more than enough time for that. After that outburst, I made peace with it. Thirty days is nothing in the grand scheme of a lifetime together. And make no mistake, I’m spending the rest of my life with Lilah.
“We’ve made it this far. What’s a few more hours?”
Lilah stares at me silently for a moment. The redness in her cheeks begins to subside.
“Okay, then,” she says, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time. “But I’m going to make it hard for you.”
