Page 87 of Think Outside the Boss

“Me neither.” He’s bearing me into the bed, and with the pillow beneath my hips… The pressure is right where I need it. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

The pleasure spreads through me in shockwaves, my hands turning into claws around his braced arms. I can’t move, can’t think around the pleasure of my orgasm and Tristan moving inside me. My whole world narrows to sensations. Like the sound of his hoarse groan in my ear. The feel of his hot skin against mine.

He rests his cheek against mine and grinds out the words. “It’s too good.”

“Let go,” I urge him, borne into the mattress with the force of his full-body thrusts. “Come for me.”

His hips lose rhythm as he explodes, growling in my ear with the force of it. Both of us left panting and loose-limbed on the giant bed, his body covering mine like a blanket.

It’s a long moment before either of us speaks. Tristan goes first, laughing softly into my hair. “Felt like you were squeezing the life out of me, Freddie.”

“Not all of it, I hope?”

“No, but it was damn close.” He presses another kiss to the nape of my neck before lifting himself off. I give a sound of protest and he laughs again, a large hand playfully slapping my hip. “I’d be very upset with myself if I crushed you.”

There’s such buoyancy in his voice, so different from the heaviness it had contained last night. I roll onto my back and reach for a pillow to prop up my head. “You’re welcome to wake me up like that anytime.”

His eyes warm as they slide over my body. “I wouldn’t mind that myself,” he says. “You are unbelievably gorgeous, you know. Have I told you that? Just how attractive I find you?”

Despite what we’ve just done, a blush creeps over my cheeks at the frankness in his tone. At this man, kneeling naked on the bed beside me, who isn’t the least bit afraid of saying what he’s thinking.

No games, no hesitations.

“You’ve made it pretty clear,” I say, “but I’ll never tire of hearing it.”

He grins. “Good. I won’t tire of saying it, either.”

“I don’t think I’ve told you how handsome I find you.”

“Oh?”

“That’s what I called you in my head, when we met. Handsome.” I reach for his hand, playing with his fingers. “So much better than Strait-laced, by the way.”

“Oh, but I love undoing your laces, Frederica. It’s my favorite pastime.”

“Not complaining about that.” My thumb smooths over his. “I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this much.”

His gaze warms. “You didn’t?”

“No. It’s never been this way before. This easy, or this natural.”

“Effortless,” he echoes. “I understand.”

“You do?”

A single, clear nod of his head, as our gazes lock and hold. This is more than either of us had anticipated when we gave in to the attraction again. But judging from the way he’s looking at me, he’s not the least bit unhappy about that. Neither am I.

A trickling sensation snaps me out of my thoughts. “Oh! I have to go clean up.”

He glances down between my legs. “Mmm. We were irresponsible.”

“Yes. I’m on the pill, at least.”

“And I’m sure you take it regularly.”

“I do. I had a checkup a little more than a year ago, and I haven’t slept with anyone since then.”

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