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“What?”
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” I confessed. “I didn’t want to admit it. Even my mother knew before I did. You … don’t have to say anything. Not now. I know I’m crossing a line; you’re still my boss. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from the past two weeks, it’s that some things shouldn’t be postponed.”
My heart was racing, but I was glad to feel it again.
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Hector
Grief has many faces, I realized in that moment, and it pained me deeply to see Nico like this. Torn apart by sorrow, it was no surprise that he clung to love. His mention of his mother didn’t bother me; I had to admit that his thoughts seemed clearer than I might have preferred.
Yes, I was still his boss. This would have been the perfect moment to leave the room, to put some distance between us. But I couldn’t.
It was the sparkle in Nico’s eyes, the one I had searched for in vain yesterday. I had been afraid I might never see Nico’s smile again, but this glimmer crushed all my doubts and gave me hope. If I could bring that sparkle back, I would do anything.
My touch was soft and tender as I stroked his head. Nico closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh.
His body heat radiated onto me, and I felt the fire that burned between us. But this time, it wasn’t a raging passion; it was something subtle, tentative.
I kissed Nico on the mouth, and a thrill ran through me. When he glided his fingers over my neck and through my hair, I felt his muscles tense slightly as he gasped for breath.
“We don’t have to,” I whispered, caressing the spot beneath his ear.
“But I want to,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around me and holding on tight.
I wanted it too—so much.
To be sure he meant what he said, I propped myself up on one elbow and sat up. As our eyes locked, he smiled.
Damn, if I was honest with myself, nothing else mattered to me right now—just him. It didn’t even matter that he had justconfessed his love. In that moment, my heart beat solely for him. He was a gift—the most precious one I’d received in the past few months. The time spent with him had been incredibly healing. I felt settled and truly seen.
Even if I was acting out of pure selfishness in that moment, my intentions were pure. I wanted to do something good for Nico. I wanted him to feel better, to distract him from his grief, and—if only for a short time—to make him forget everything.
His lips drew me in like a magnet, and I couldn’t resist any longer. Nico welcomed me with an open mouth and devoured me in a passionate kiss. I drowned in it and savored its infinity. Our tongues played against each other, luring in the other’s breath, and we fused together in a wonderful way. Time lost all meaning as I lost myself in the never-ending kiss.
How long had it been since I had made out like this?
Ten years? Fifteen years?
Why hadn’t I done this more often?
It was phenomenal, just to be, to enjoy and to play. I bit his lower lip and tugged at the skin. Our tongues nudged each other. Our breathing quickened.
The intimacy ignited a fire between us, and my erection throbbed with growing desire. I could feel Nico’s arousal against my thigh. He pressed his hips against mine and slipped a hand under my shirt.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from his tempting lips and kissed his neck, then slowly raised his T-shirt, tracing a path down his chest and stomach. Taking my time, I savored every moment. When I finally reached his waistband, I watched as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.
My heart swelled as he smiled.
We had shut out the entire world, and there was nothing left but us. I felt the warmth of his flawless skin beneath my fingertips and kissed him on his hip bone. Slipping my fingersunder his elastic waistband, I yanked down his pants, leaving him in just his light blue boxers.
Sunlight streamed through the slats and the thin white curtain, making his skin glow like bronze. The bulge in his shorts made me swallow hard. I had had so many callboys in my bed, but never had I found the sight before me as sexy as this.
By now, I was kneeling between Nico’s legs, struggling to believe what a gift he was. His slender figure was exactly my type, with a face resembling a Nordic model, but it was his inner qualities that attracted me to him.
The way he lay before me, watching me, surrendering himself … He had given me his trust, not because he was consumed by grief, but because he had truly fallen in love with me.
