Page 56 of Bigfoot Boss
“My bedroom.” He reaches the end of the hallway and leans one long arm against the last doorframe with a smirk, waiting for me to reach him.
I glance past him, into the bedroom, more moody dark foresty colors, more plush inviting textures, a huge four poster bed. It’s easy to picture us sprawled across it together.
“Hmm.” I step into the room and check off the rest of the boxes on my checklist. There was no doubt in my mind his home would meet the adoption agency’s standards, but there’s something I need to know for my own edification and not for the sheet of paper. “Could I inquire how often you have guests over?”
“A couple times a month. Sometimes I entertain clients for Cryptech, it’s easy to bring them here where I have control of the environment.” He takes a step toward me, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“And how often do you have guests in this specific room?” I ask, staring hard at the paper. I don’t want to be looking at him if he says something I don’t want to hear. Everything I needto record has been checked off so I scribble a little black box into the corner of my paper. “Because I don’t remember having a discussion with you, about the number of people who’d be visiting your bedroom, before we signed our contract. I thought maybe we should clear this up. Especially if there are going to be more encounters between us like the one at your desk yesterday?—”
His hand covers mine, stopping both my nervous doodling and my rambling. When I look up his expression is quiet and serious. “Only you, my beast. There’s only been you since the first moment you walked into my office.”
I suck in a breath and squeak out, “Great! Perfect!”
“And what about you?” he asks. “How many guests have crossed your threshold?”
“I’m the one conducting the interview, Mr. Kwatch. I’ll be asking the questions.” I swivel on my toes and head back to his living room, swaying my hips more than is necessary. I wore my good jeans today, I know he’s being provided with an excellent view.
A low growl stalks me down the hallway, and a second later a pair of large hands circle my waist, spinning me to face him. I clutch my clipboard tight to my chest between us.
“I need an answer, beast.” He’s grinning but his voice is a low grumble. He tugs me close, pushing our bodies together so quickly that it makes me gasp.
“Just you,” I say. “I haven’t had anyone anywhere close to my threshold for a while now.”
“Good. Let's keep it that way.” He dips in to press a commanding kiss against my lips. When he finally pulls back he plucks the clipboard from my fingers and places it on his coffee table.
“I think that’s everything I needed to see.” My voice feels oddly quiet. “Did you have anymore questions for me?”
“What do you want for breakfast?” Sacha asks, pulling me with him as he backs to the couch.
“What makes you think I’ll be here for breakfast?” I tease.
“That can’t all be cat supplies?” He gestures to the three large bags I lugged across town with me.
“Not entirely.” I admit.
“You brought an overnight bag.” It isn’t a question as he sits backward onto his couch and tugs me into his lap. I happily allow him, resting my legs on top of him.
“I was thinking that, since I needed to be at my boyfriend’s place—” I stumble and then power past hoping he didn’t notice my slip up, “that I might stay the night?”
“The whole night?” He watches his own hand as he strokes it across my thighs.
“But, if you aren’t comfortable with the idea, that’s okay. It was just a thought that I had. I know you didn’t ask me to stay or anything so I won’t be offended if?—”
“Beast.” He interrupts my nervous words just as I was ramping into full ramble territory. “I’d love for my girlfriend to stay overnight, and I’d love to fuck her in every room of this house.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Then you are alright with ‘boyfriend’?”
“If you like it?” His hands trace across the top of my jeans, sneaking under my shirt to graze over the skin of my stomach.
“I like it very much.”
“I like it too.” He gives me a sexy lopsided grin.
A small part of me is freaking out. I like him. I like him too much, too soon. When he touches me like this, it seems more important to have him, than to have the money. Still I’m more comfortable knowing that when he inevitably gets tired of me, at least I’ll have his money to go with these pleasant memories.
I bite my lip, shoving back my nerves before I use both hands to pull my shirt over my head in one quick movement. His eyes immediately fall to my breasts, drinking in my carefully chosen lacy bra; we sit in a quiet moment while I let him enjoy the sight of me.
“Well, I like this even better.” He tugs me close. I squeal when his mouth closes over my breast, but it changes to more enthusiastic noises as his tongue finds my nipple through the thin fabric.
