Page 44 of Boss On Notice
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“My sentiments exactly.”
What is he so mad about? He scored!
But then the next scene plays out at 6:48 a.m. The door to his suite opens.
“Oh no,” I whisper.
“Oh yes.”
I already know the rest because I lived it, which is why I hand him back his phone.
* * *
Orionand I sit on my sofa staring at whatever’s on the wall. I don’t know about him, but I’m looking at the television I rarely watch. After outing me for creeping out of his room after waking up in his bed, he couldn’t just leave. There’s a lot that needs to be discussed.
“Sorry,” I say yet again.
He slowly shifts his focus from whatever he’s been staring at to me. “When were you going to tell me?”
“Monday.” I say that with such conviction because even though I made that promise to myself, I had changed my mind right before the doorbell rang. “Well, maybe not. I probably would’ve chickened out by then.”
“But I told you I woke up knowing I had sex with somebody and you couldn’t tell me it was you?”
I sigh, fall back against the sofa, and press my folded forearms over my eyes. “I wanted to. It’s not like I can remember us having sex because I don’t.”
Orion is silent for far too long. I remove my arms to see what’s going on with him. He’s staring at my pebble-nippled breasts. Okay so, just sitting here with him after watching that video has made me horny, but I’ll get over it as soon as he leaves.
He licks his bottom lip as a sultry gaze comes to his eyes. “I want to remember it, Lila. That’s why I’m here.” His eyebrows flash up suggestively.
The way he’s looking at me is saying something. I think I understand the language he’s speaking, but it seems so unreal. “You’re here to remember sex with me?”
“I want to remember it,” he says so low that it’s almost a whisper.
“Oh.” My lips are stuck in the O position as his hands run up my bare thigh. I’m wearing my pajama-short set tonight.
I can’t take my eyes off his large, warm hand traveling up my thigh. His touch feels sensual and I’m so turned on that I’m already sucking air.
“Are you sober, Delilah?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say tightly. “Are you?”
“Very.”
His fingers are up over the band of my shorts. “Relax,” he soothingly says as his hand maneuvers. We don’t take our eyes off each other. But his skin is against my skin and I’m shivering. Orion is shivering too that’s why I’m not embarrassed. We’re in this together.
“Oh,” I cry out as he touches my hot spot. I cling to his arms as Orion Lord rubs, and rubs, and rubs.
“Umm,” he moans as if he’s feeling exactly what I’m feeling. My body tenses as pleasure builds, and builds, and… “Fuck.” He takes my shorts by both sides and tugs them down over my legs. His eyes are possessed by fire and desire as he falls to his knees and curls his muscular arms around my thighs. I slide down and my upper back pinches the sofa cushion as he tugs my clam to his mouth.
“Ohh…” I whimper as a soft and warm force stimulates me.
A few licks and I’m already on the verge of coming. I try to sink my fingers into my sofa cushions, but they’re too firm to latch on to.
“Oh my...” The sensation builds one brick at a time. I suck air, on the way to losing my shit. I have to see. How is he able to do that?
“Mmm…” he groans.
