What the hell just happened?
I just had sex with Gabriel Lyon.
I just had sex with my boss.
I just had the best sex of my entire life with my boss.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, what do I do now?
Do I say something? Do I leave? Do I...
Gabriel’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against him, and I felt his lips press against my shoulder.
“Stop thinking,” he murmured.
“I’m not thinking,” I lied.
“You’re definitely thinking. I can practically hear your brain spiraling from here.”
Rude.
Accurate, but rude.
I turned to look at him and found him watching me with an expression that was soft and amused and completely devastating.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
Everything.
I’m thinking about everything.
I’m thinking about how this changes everything.
I’m thinking about how I’m the nanny and you’re my boss and we just crossed every professional boundary that exists.
I’m thinking about how this was the best decision and the worst decision I’ve ever made.
I’m thinking about how I want to do it again.
Right now.
Immediately.
“I’m thinking,” I said carefully, “that this is complicated.”
“It is,” he agreed.
“And that we probably shouldn’t have done this.”
“Probably not.”
“And that I have no idea what happens next.”
His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheek.
“What happens next,” he said quietly, “is that we figure it out. Together.”
