Page 18 of My Forbidden Boss

»I find it exceptionally generous. Maybe I should personally thank him before we leave.« Wesley looked up, his gaze burning into mine. He loosened his black tie and took it off, all the while still looking at me. I was completely caught in trying to decipher what he was about to do next.

»Come here.«

»Says who? The Wesley from last night, or Mr. Crush?« His gaze darkened, his jaw grinding. »My boss?« I whispered. Instantly, there it was again, this feeling, this urge to be close to him. I just couldn’t turn it off, even if it was wrong and dangerous.

»Come. Here,« he repeated gruffly. I had made up my mind. I wanted to plunge into whatever he planned for me, so I got up and walked over to him. He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him. My bathrobe slipped slightly to the side, exposing my bare thighs, yet it covered just enough to stir his imagination.

He took my wrists and guided them behind my back. I felt the smooth fabric of the tie as he wrapped it around them. I gasped as he pulled it tight with a firm knot, his gaze fixed on me.

»Do you want this?« he growled. I didn’t need to ponder long and nodded. Once he had bound me, his hands gently brushed over my thighs, which instantly raised goosebumps. He continued upward, pushing the fabric aside a bit more. »You’re not wearing anything underneath? Is it appropriate to present yourself to your boss like this?«

God, when he played the boss card, I heated up even more. »No, Mr. Crush.« And I immediately saw that he was also into it.

He stood up with me, I wrapped my legs around his hips since my hands were still bound. But he held me secure, carried me to the couch, and set me down. »Lean over the armrest. Face forward.«

Suddenly, his phone rang, still lying on the table. His expression hardened for a moment, but he ignored it. »That can wait,« he replied softly. I slowly turned around and leaned forward. His hands ran greedily over my thighs, I heard his breath grow quicker, huskier, as he slid his fingers towards my inner thighs. I moaned and instinctively tugged at my hands as he ran his palm over my pussy.

»You like that?«

»Yes...yes,« I moaned as he touched me more firmly.

Again, his smartphone began to ring. »Fuck,« he cursed with a sigh. »Stay like that.« I turned my head and saw him walking to the table, taking his phone. »Damn,« he muttered and put it to his ear. »Elliot,« he said, and instantly my face drained of color. My brother? I held onto the hope that he knew someone else by that name. Because talking to him while I was half-naked and bound over the armrest of a sofa was somehow... inappropriate.

»Yes, I’ll be back in New York this afternoon.« He came closer to me and I thought he was about to untie me, but he just stood next to me, doing nothing. I sunk my head into the soft cushions and sighed quietly into them. »What am I doing on the 4th of July? Nothing. Why?«

Oh no. I raised my head and shook it vigorously. »No,« I whispered. »Decline him!«

Wesley gave a slight smirk as Elliot told him something over the phone. »You better not,« I said a bit louder.

»No, I’m not alone,« he replied to Elliot. Dear Lord, could this get any worse? »No problem, you’re not interrupting.«

I furrowed my brows and shot him a furious look. It was bad enough that Elliot didn’t know Wesley was my boss. If he found out what had definitely happened last night and almost happened this morning... there would be no escape for us. I attempted to get up, but Wesley was quicker, holding me down with his hand. »I’d love to join,« he told Elliot. Another snort escaped me. »I have to head to a meeting now, can I get back to you later when I’m back in New York?« he said. »Then bye, Elliot.«

He tossed the smartphone onto the cushions in front of me. »Are you out of your mind?« I snapped. »Please tell me you didn’t agree to attend our parents‹ 4th of July weekend, did you?«

Wesley positioned himself behind me again, leaned down a bit, and kissed my neck. »Why not? It sounded nice.«

»It’s not nice, it’s utterly over the top, with flags, fireworks, and embarrassing stories around the campfire.«

»Well, that sounds nice.« His hand moved from my back down to my buttocks, rubbing it over the fabric.

»We’ll be staying in my uncle’s house, right on Cayuga Lake. Do you know how far that is? And we’ll be driving there together in a car with my parents and their specially curated four-hour 80s playlist.«

Wesley laughed quietly. »That sounds wonderful. Is there still a seat available in the car?« Gently, he pulled me up and turned me around. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and kissed me. Gently. Meaningfully. In the way one kisses a partner, a girlfriend, a wife. Not a lover who also happened to be the assistant he’d wanted to take on the couch just minutes earlier, bound.

Damn. Why did a feeling surge through my chest that had no business being there?

A loud knock came at the door. »Mr. Crush? I’m here to pick you up and take you to Mr. Reagan!« a man called out.

Wesley pulled away from me, undid the knot of his tie, and put it back on. I straightened it slightly. »Thank you for last night and this morning,« he said, and I reciprocated with a small smile. »I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.« He leaned forward, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and turned away. As he left, he grabbed his jacket from a chair. »Still, you won’t convince me to cancel with Elliot for that trip,« he called out and disappeared into the hallway. I rolled my eyes with a smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as usual if Wesley were there too.

But more likely, it would be far, far worse.

15

Wesley

It had been a mistake, getting so close to Brianna. A gargantuan, inexcusable mistake, but it had also been the best thing to happen to me in a long while.

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