He pulled my head to his lips. “I don’t want this to end, not ever, but I can’t hold on much longer.” His hands cupped my face. “Eyes on me, Theron.”
Him repeating what I’d said and using my name, which he rarely did, stirred love and longing, and I kissed him as he gave up control and his body trembled.
Cum surged from his length, coating both of us. “Gods, yes.” He gritted his teeth, and I held him as he rode out his climax.
And when he was done, I let my body take over, and with his name on my lips, my cum spilled into him. He took me in his arms while my knot swelled, and my thoughts were only of him, my Ledger, my fated mate.
NINE
LEDGER
Opening one eye, I couldn’t fathom where I was.
The room smelled like the Gibsons, and it wasn’t until I sat up that I realized I was in Theron’s suite. It took up half the floor and had huge windows overlooking the back garden and the woods beyond.
I had vague memories of us moving to the second floor from my suite but couldn’t remember why. Maybe he didn’t like my mattress.
But my boss—oh gods, the same boss I’d had sex with—wasn’t in the bed with me. The sheets on his side were still warm. No, they were hot, because nothing about that man ran at a normal temperature. His pillow smelled like him, and I brought it to my face and inhaled that smoky, almost sweet aroma.
Voices drifted up from downstairs. Theron was telling the kids to hurry up, so he hadn't scuttled off to his office, not wanting to face me. Fraser was chattering, and there was the clink of plates. My boss was feeding the kids. It was a weekday, so I'd overslept, and he'd let me.
My muscles ached, and I was tempted to flop back onto the mattress and go back to sleep. But sleeping with the boss didn’tnegate my duties, and I should have gotten the kids up and fed them.
Peering around the room, I took in the spacious suite and the three framed photos of babies on the wall. They had to be the three kids, and there was another on the nightstand of a man holding a newborn. It was angled toward the bed so it was the last thing Theron would see at night and possibly the first he caught sight of as he opened his eyes.
I glanced away because that pic was so private, and what was I doing in the bed his husband had slept in and where they’d made love and created a family?
I peered over the mattress, hoping to see my clothes. There should have been a Hansel and Gretel trail leading from the corridor into the room. Had Theron been the fairy tale birds in this scenario and removed them so I’d never be able to find my way back? Nah, I was being ridiculous.
Going up to my suite was possible, but everyone would hear me sneaking about. That was one of the puzzling aspects of this family. They all had supersonic hearing. Unless I wanted to waltz down to breakfast in a towel or Theron’s bathrobe, I’d have to wear one of his T-shirts and pants.
But I hesitated before going into his walk-in closet. That was kinda like snooping and was as intrusive as rummaging through his private papers. I sprinted in, grabbed a tee and sweatpants, and raced out. It didn’t count as invasive if it took less than a minute, right? Right.
The shirt was two sizes too big, and I had to roll the pants at the waist. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and looked ridiculous wearing my boss's clothes. That was the same man who transferred me money every two weeks and who’d been inside me for most of the night.
Deep breath, Ledger!
Theron had his back to me as he stood at the stove, but the kids were sitting at the kitchen island. Fraser was demolishing scrambled eggs, Rory was reading something on a tablet, and Skye was lining up pieces of bacon in order of size.
“You're wearing Daddy's clothes.” Fraser glanced up.
Thanks, Fraser. I’d been hoping to sneak in,grab a coffee, and blend in with everyone, but that plan had crashed and burned.
“Mine are in the wash.” That could be true if Theron took them to the laundry, though if he regretted last night, he might have tossed them out and have my packed bags waiting by the car.
I kept glancing at him, but he didn’t turn around. Oh gods, not only did I sleep with the boss but I was about to get fired.
“Morning, Ledger.” Damn, that man using my name. It was his secret weapon.
“M-Morning,” I choked out.
“The clothes are too big.” That was Rory.
“Mmmm.”
“You smell like Daddy.” Skye was watching me across the island.
Damn, this was worse than being stretched on a medieval rack, not that I had personal experience of torture methods from the Middle Ages.
