Page 22 of Bourbon Wishes
"Yes, I am!" she shouts, panic in her gaze.
I pinch the bridge of my nose, counting to three. It doesn't make me feel any calmer. But I don't immediately reach for something to tie her to my bed so she can't escape, so I guess that's progress. Instead, I brush her wild hair out of her face, studying her. "Tell me what's going on," I murmur, trying likehell not to start throwing out unhelpful shit likeif you say you're quitting again, I'll spank your pussy,ordon't make me fuck some sense into you.Call me crazy, but I don't think either of those will help right now.
"You're my boss," she says as if she's talking to a five-year-old. "And we just slept together."
"Multiple times." I'm not real sure why I feel a need to remind her of this fact when she was most definitely there and a willing—and very involved—participant all three times, but she makes a sound that's part panicked whimper, part unhinged growl, that makes me smile.
There's something downright charming about her all bent out of shape and spiraling over the fact that she woke up in my bed, covered in my marks. She's usually so calm and collected, always pushing my buttons and then walking away with a smile on her face when I'm ready to snap. It's nice to see the shoe on the other foot for once.
"Multiple times," she snaps. "We can't keep working together!"
Yeah, she's lost her goddamn mind if she thinks I'm letting her quit now. That will not be happening, not in this life or any other.
I roll her beneath me, nudging her legs apart to slide between them. My cock is already hard. Not surprising. The bastard never goes down when she's around, and she's naked in my bed. He hasn't taken a beat all night.
"What are you doing?"
The suspicion in her voice damn near makes me laugh. I fight it, sliding my hand up her thigh as I nuzzle my face against her throat. "You aren't fucking quitting, Constance," I growl against the shell of her ear, rocking my hips so my cock slides through her folds. "You're going to keep working for me, and we're going to keep doing this."
"Bastian." She's trying to protest, but all I hear is the way she moans instead.
I slip the head of my cock inside her—just the tip. "You aren't fucking quitting. Tell me." My teeth sink into her shoulder. "Right now."
"Bastian, please. We need to t-talk about… Oh god." She melts beneath me, her legs cinching around my waist as I sink in another inch. "We need to talk about this."
"No, we don't. You work for me." I nip her shoulder again, tipping my hips forward to slide all the way home. Good Christ, she's so damn hot around me. "You're going to keep working for me. I'm going to keep fucking you. End of discussion."
"You can't bully me into keeping my job!"
"I'm not." I crane her head back with my hands in her hair, brushing my lips against hers. "I'm just reminding you why you want to keep doing this while working for me."
Is it a dick move? Probably. Do I care? No. She isn't quitting. She isn't leaving me. Not now that she's finally where I've been dying to get her. I don't care about the fucking rules. Those went out the window about the time she started talking about what gets me off. Hell, I'm not sure they ever mattered at all. They were a smokescreen, something I told myself should matter even while looking for every excuse to break them.
Now, they're broken—shattered and scattered on the floor like the remnants of our clothing. We aren't going back and pretending they matter now. Hell no.
If I have to keep her on my cock every hour until she's too blissed out to argue about it, well, I'm just asshole enough to do it. Whatever it takes to convince her that she's staying right here. Until I figure out a way to make her fall for me, sex is the only tool I've got in my arsenal. So yeah, I'll use it. Over and over again, if that's what it takes.
I rock my hips, fucking into her slowly. She grumbles a protest even as she arches her hips to meet me, trying to stay strong, but unable to muster the conviction to make her protest believable. She wants this—wants me. She's just trying to convince herself that she shouldn't.
When I slip my hand between her thighs, playing with her clit while fucking her, she cracks. A soft whimper of surrender tumbles from her lips, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
Neither of us says anything else as I pump into her, fucking her nice and slow this time. She's hot heat and sweet surrender around me, driving me out of my mind with every panted breath. And I'm all wild desperation and frantic need above her, dragging her to the edge with every slow, measured thrust.
We fall together, gasping and moaning.
She trembles in my arms afterward, soft whimpers pelting the side of my face.
"You aren't quitting," I growl softly, my lips against the side of her throat.
"Okay," she whispers, surrendering one more time.
I feel the triumph echoing in my soul.
Chapter Five
Constance
By the time wemake it toDella'sto pick up my car, we're already late to work, and I'm frazzled. Bastian is cool as a cucumber, actually grinning beside me. I expect some self-satisfied comment as he helps me into my car, but there isn't one.
