Page 120 of Deal Breaker
He examines me for several long seconds, then he whispers, “I know.”
His thumbs brush under my eyes, catching the tears before they can fall any farther. The gesture is gentle, almost reverent, and it makes my chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with the sex we just had.
He eases us to our sides keeping his cock still inside ofme, guiding me with him until my back is flush to his chest. I feel weightless, dazed, like the air around us has thickened.
Carefully reaching down, he tugs the blankets up from the foot of the bed, wrapping them around me until I’m swallowed in the heat of him, his scent, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the deep weight of his cock still buried inside of me.
He tucks my head under his jaw, and I blink against the warmth of his neck.
“We’ve got a little while longer,” he murmurs. “Just let me hold you.”
So, I do.
Three days later,I’m halfway through answering emails when Becca slides into the empty chair beside my desk, holding her coffee like it’s a glass of wine and we’re about to gossip at happy hour. A slow, knowing smile tugs at her lips as she leans in slightly.
“Laaaandyn,” she whispers, drawing it out for dramatic effect. “Okay. Spill it. What’s happening?”
I blink. “What do you mean?”
Becca raises a brow. “You’re glowing. What’s up?”
“I’m not glowing.”
“She’s glowing,” Marco calls from the next desk over without even looking up.
“I hate you both,” I mutter, trying not to smile as I type out a reply to a vendor.
Becca leans in even closer, her voice conspiratorial. “You sleeping with the boss or something?”
That does it. My face breaks wide open, a smile curlingat the corners of my mouth. I don’t even try to hide it. My cheeks flush…and Becca’s jaw drops.
“Oh my God,” she hisses. “You are!”
Marco spins in his chair so fast that it squeaks. “No. Shut up. No.”
I press my lips together, trying to look innocent. And apparently failing.
Becca points at me, eyes wide. “You totally are!”
I shrug, still smiling.
Marco throws a folder at my desk. “You sneaky little secret keeper. You’ve been sitting here drinking oat milk lattes and acting normal while you are clearly getting wrecked after hours.”
Becca chokes on her coffee. “Marco!”
“What? Look at her face! That’s not a well-rested smile. That’s a well-sexed smile.”
I laugh, burying my face in my hands. Becca grins like she just solved a mystery. “Well, damn. Good for you.”
Marco raises his coffee cup in a mock toast. “May your meetings be short, and your make-outs be long.”
“You two are impossible,” I say, but my smile doesn’t falter. Because they’re right. And I’ve never felt more okay about being found out.
“Go with the dark roast,”a voice says behind me. “Vanilla’s a trap.”
I turn, smiling before I even see him. “Hey Jesse.”
He grins, leaning against the doorframe with a half-eaten protein bar in one hand and a backwards ball cap on his head. In the office. It’s a look only he could pull off.
