Page 34 of Surprise Me Tonight
When it’s over, we’re both breathless, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. He pulls out slowly, his hands smoothing my hair, his lips brushing my forehead. “This was… incredible,” he murmurs, his voice soft, his eyes filled with something I can’t quite name.
I smile, my body still trembling, my mind foggy with satisfaction. My hand traces the lines of his jaw, my thumb brushing his lips.
For a few heartbeats, it’s quiet. Still. Like the world outside this room doesn’t exist.
But then reality starts creeping in through the cracks.
We’re in his office. On a desk that probably cost more than my car. I’m half undressed, my cardigan hanging off one arm, my hair a complete mess. And he’s still staring at me like I’m something he didn’t know he needed.
We both start moving at the same time.
He straightens. I sit up, scramble for my underwear on the floor without tripping over the emotional wreckage we’ve just created.
There’s no rush, but neither of us says a word. The silence is heavier now. Not cold, but weighted. Like we’re both afraid to break it, in case it shatters something we can’t put back together.
I slip back into my clothes piece by piece. He buttons his jeans. His hair’s still a mess. So is mine. And my lips still feel swollen from his kisses.
I catch him looking at me once — mid-button — and he quickly looks away.
Not guilty.
Not ashamed.
Just… uncertain.
I clear my throat. “So…”
He glances over, waiting.
“I’m not… regretting it,” I say carefully. “Just not entirely sure what itmeans.”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. Same.”
It’s not romantic. But it’s honest.
I want to say more. Ask him if this was a one-off. If we’ve just detonated something we can’t walk away from. But the words stick. I don’t want to hear him say it was a one off. Ireallydon’t want to hear that.
So instead, I give him the softest version of a smile.
“I should… go check emails.”
He exhales, almost laughing. “Right. Emails.”
I leave the room quickly, before I do something stupid like turn around and kiss him again.
I walk straight past my office and into the downstairs loo, shutting the door behind me with a softclick.
My face in the mirror is flushed, my blouse wrinkled, my hair a mess. I look like exactly what I am — a woman who’s just had incredible sex with her boss on a desk and isn’t entirely sure what planet she’s landed on.
I pull my phone out of my bag and scroll to Fran’s name before I can overthink it.
She picks up on the third ring.
“Hey, you,” she says, casual and warm. “Everything okay?”
“I’m not sure.”
There’s a pause. “What’s happened?”
