Page 55 of Grumpy Boss in Love

Staring into blue eyes that were clouded with concern, I tumbled into love with Elliot. I froze as the realization hit me hard.Son of a bitch.Swallowing hard, I nodded, yes, because I couldn’t speak.

Needing to get as far away from my shocking realization as possible, I kept moving, taking him deeper. He muttered a curse and his fingers dug into my hips. When I started to move faster, the tension seeped from his shoulders. Seemingly relaxed, he finally moved, starting with gentle thrusts that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

Then he felt comfortable enough to let go of the leash he seemed to have been holding himself back with because he flipped us over on the bench. Cradled between my legs, looming over me with carnal intent gleaming in his eyes, it was his turn to take what he wanted. And he did. His thrusts became deeper, more frantic, sending me to a height of euphoria I had no idea existed.

My fingernails would surely leave marks on his arms because I clutched him tightly, fearing I’d fly too high. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be stimulated and my climax was… The only word I could come up with in my pleasure-muddle brain wasexplosive.

I clung to Elliot, trying to keep myself grounded as he shuddered through his release too. When our breathing finally slowed, he carefully pulled out of me and turned to his side, lifting my body to cradle it against him.

I was momentarily taken off guard because I didn’t expect to be cuddled by the typically gruff man. However, I relaxed and leaned my head on his chest, completely content. I wasn’t sure how much time passed with us wrapped up in each other when I glanced up at him.

It wasn’t surprising to find him staring out the window with that furrow between his eyebrows. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, a bit afraid of his answer. Did he already regret what we did? I understood that being someone’s first lover might not be every man’s cup of tea.

His gaze shifted to hold me captive. “I didn’t use protection.” It was hard to measure how he felt about it because if there was one thing that Elliot Westwood knew how to do, it was hide his emotions.

I blinked, shocked that I hadn’t thought of it either. However, it wasn’t like we expected to end up here.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” He lifted one eyebrow and I rushed to explain, “To regulate my periods.”

I pursed my lips tightly as embarrassment pierced my very soul because he just kept staring at me with those intense, penetrating eyes. Then he nodded and went back to looking out the window.

I was a bit surprised because I’d expected further discussion. Maybe it meant he trusted me. The thought made warmth blossom in my chest. “Was that all you were thinking about?” I asked, taking in his pensive expression.

Again, he looked at me. “No. The kiss. It meant something.”

I blinked. “What?”

“The kiss that you said didn’t mean anything.” His eyes bore into mine as he repeated softly with conviction, “It meant something.”

The kiss we shared when we were pronounced husband and wife. My heart leaped. Was he implying that our relationship was… real now? I dared not ask. “It meant something,” I repeated with a nod.

Satisfaction flitted across his stern features then one corner of his mouth curved in an uncharacteristic but gorgeous grin. “I’m also thinking that I’m going to teach you how to swim as soon as we get back to the city.”

I rolled my eyes and laid my head back on his chest, but a huge grin almost slit my face in two. In Elliot language, which I was becoming quite adept at understanding, he was implying that we were going to be seeing more of each other.

21

RUBY

Irounded the corner into the kitchen and froze. Elliot sat at the granite top island, tapping away at his phone. He lifted his head to look at me. His eyes were like laser beams, holding me captive and heating my skin. He didn’t smile, didn’t say a word, just watched me intently.

His slow appraisal of me from head to toe made my pulse rate accelerate. I fiddled with the bottom of my t-shirt as I practically felt my blush spreading from my chest up to my neck and into my face. How did one greet the man she’d once thought she despised, then grew to like, then married for convenience, then fell in love with, then lost her virginity to during a passionate night filled withmanyorgasms?

“H-hi…” I said lamely. Mentally facepalming myself, I wished I could disappear, or at least develop the boldness to look Elliot in the eyes. The things he’d done to me last night were hot enough to make the devil blush.

He’d woken me for round two by sliding his hand between my legs to play me like an instrument. When he slid down my body to show me how amazing he was with his mouth, I sang every note he wanted me to. Then he’d taken me with wild abandon because I’d no longer been the virgin he had to handle like porcelain.

Who knew that the severely serious man whom I once accused of being boring moonlighted as a sex god? I was officially jealous of every woman who had experienced Elliot in all his delectably filthy carnal glory.

“Good morning,” he drawled, still boring holes into me with his eyes.

I took tentative steps further into the kitchen, aware of the delicious soreness between my legs. Each step reminded me of what we’d done last night and this morning.

“You’re up early,” I said, annoyed that I suddenly sounded out of breath.

“So are you.”

It was barely six. My teeth worried my lower lip as I walked past him. “I thought I’d make breakfast for the Wilsons. You know, as a thanks for letting us stay until the rain lets up.” I gazed into the backyard at the raindrops pounding on the wooden porch. “Eleanor said I could raid the kitchen.”

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