Page 19 of Boss Unyielding (Boss 1)

He reached over with his left hand, as though he was looking for something in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, but he stopped midway into his reach.

He groaned in dissatisfaction and straightened, pressing his head into her chest.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, frantic to not lose their momentum.

“I wasn’t expecting this to happen, Farren,” he half-whispered.

Realization struck her instantly. He didn’t have protection.

Shit! Damn-it! And all the other curse words she could think of. She thought for a moment on how to salvage this situation. Except, she could feel his hardened erection twitch beneath her, and could feel the throbbing deep inside her that told her she needed him, right now.

She said nothing. She didn’t need to say anything at all. She simply locked eyes with him, lifted her hips just slightly, and pressed herself down onto him, taking him into her, filling herself with him, moaning with the intensity of pleasure as he glided smoothly in.

She could hear a growl forming deep in his chest as she sank onto him, took him all the way into her. She wrapped her arms around the top of his shoulders, and began her slow, circular torment – his and her own – grinding as far into him as she could physically get.

No, he would not deny her. God damn-it, he would give her everything he had.

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Farren woke before the sun came up the next morning to the warmth that enveloped her satiated, naked body. Her head lay on Rogan’s bare chest, and she could feel the slow, steady rise and fall of his breathing that told her he was sound asleep. He had one arm around her, holding her to him, and it melted her heart right where she lay.

But she knew the fairy tale would be over soon. They would fly back to Houston later that day and go back to work, with him being her boss, her being his assistant, and him parading his string of flawless women about. The dread began building in her stomach.

She thought to herself if she would have taken back the previous night, and the answer was… not on her life. She had just had the best night of her life. She wouldn’t give that up for the world, but she wasn’t so naïve to think that Rogan was going to magically find a way to be with her. That wasn’t how life worked, and nobody knew that better than she did. She wasn’t somebody that people moved mountains for. She wasn’t somebody that people stuck around for.

She knew what she had to do.

She slid out of his grasp, out of his bed, fumbled around the dark for her clothes, and slipped out of his room like a thief in the night. She would carry on as if that night had never happened if she wanted to keep her job, and no one would ever have to know.

She was sure Rogan would be relieved to be off the hook, anyway. Wouldn’t he?

FOURTEEN

After a somewhat awkward plane ride back from Italy, Farren was grateful for the weekend to put some distance between she and Rogan. She had tried her very best to pretend like their night together had never happened, but it wasn’t easy, especially when she had come face to face with him in the hallway outside her hotel room as she carried out her luggage that morning.

“Farren? What happened?” he had asked with concern.

“What do you mean?” she replied, keeping a cool, casual demeanor on the outside, though her insides were roiling with a cocktail of emotions.

“You were gone,” he said, almost like a question.

“I’m right here, sir. Did you need something?”

Understanding spread over his face, and he nodded.

“No… no, I didn’t need anything. Are you ready to go?” he asked, all business again.

“Yes, I just need to get one more thing.”

She left her suitcase in the hall as she went back in to grab the garment bag full of clothes - Bartolo Bianchi’s clothes. She thought it odd now how far away she seemed from the evening she had spent with Bartolo.

She stood in the quiet, empty, hotel suite taking it all in one final time. She let the scenes from the previous night play through her mind, with Rogan’s strong hands gripping her hips, controlling her movements. She recalled how he had driven her wild with pleasure until she didn’t think she could take any more, and then he had come at her with a whole new round of blissful assaults. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Even now, her body craved him. Had she made a mistake leaving his room last night?

No. They would be back to reality by the end of the day. She held no delusions that this was anything more than a momentary lapse, maybe even a mistake, and she hoped not a fatal one for her career. She could carry on as if nothing had changed. She would prove to him that it didn’t have to mean anything.

When she opened the door again, Rogan was gone. A hotel butler stood in his place, offering to carry her luggage down.

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