Page 70 of Lying to the Boss

I laugh. “Fine. Make me a snack,” I grumble.

He kisses my cheek. “Thank you. What would you like?”

“Surprise me.”

I go sit on the couch that has my body imprint on it at this point. I grab the remote and find something to put on, but just for noise. I can’t stand to watch any more TV.

Lane comes over a few minutes later with a plate full of the best stuff.

Grapes and strawberries. Yogurt for dipping, because he knows I love that. Cubed cheese, pepperoni, and some cashews.

“You’re the best,” I say as I take the plate and rest it on my lap to eat.

He sits beside me. “Are you excited about getting this off?” He pokes my cast.

“Do fish swim?”

Laughing, he picks a grape from my plate and pops it into his mouth.

“I’m more excited about what it means,” I say.

“What does it mean?”

“Back to work. Back to normal sex.”

Nodding, he says, “I’ll admit, I am looking forward to the second one as well. Though, it’s never bad.” He narrows his eyes. “Right?”

“Of course it’s not bad, I just hate not being able to move around the way I want.”

He kisses my cheek and settles beside me, his gaze going to the TV. Something he now enjoys because he has the time.

We eat the snack together, chatting about work and our plans for buying a house—because we are going to do that. Once I’m healed, we’re going to look at some.

He hasn’t asked about my parents again, and I’m not sure if he will. Maybe he has enough of an answer. Maybe meeting them was enough for him to know. One day, I think I’ll talk to him about it, but I’m not ready to get into all of that right now. I’m relieved that he finally knows, but it doesn’t mean anything. My past shouldn’t matter to him. Not unless it’s something that affects him, and this doesn’t. Who I am now, today, is what should matter to him. And it does. He doesn’t push me about my past. He never has. I don’t think he will. But one day I’ll talk about it, when I’m ready.

The sun slowly goes down, and I know he’s going to get up soon to start dinner. Or order in. I never know what his plans are when it comes to eating, but there is always food at mealtimes. I am starting to get a little hungry, but I’m suddenly craving something else.

Lane is on my left, so it makes it a little difficult to be subtle or sneaky, so I just go for it. I place the plate on the coffee table in front of us as I slide to the floor, onto my knees, and settle between his legs.

He looks down at me with a smirk.

“Did you drop something?” he asks with a smart tone.

I tug on his belt. “Maybe…”

“And it just happened to fall into my pants?”

“Probably not… but there’s definitely something in here that I want.”

His smile grows and he lifts his hips to help me get his pants down. He’s already hard when I free him, and I waste no time taking him into my mouth. It’s a little awkward with my arm in the cast, but it’s getting easier to manage. Figures, I get used to it when it’ll be coming off.

Lane’s hands find my head, resting there, and guiding me. I take him as deeply as I can and suck hard when I lift my head. Slow and firm. That’s how he likes it.

“Tage, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he moans, grasping onto my hair. “You’re going to make me come.”

He continues to praise me in this raspy voice, so I keep doing what I’m doing, wanting to make him feel good.

He warns me right before his orgasm hits, and my mouth fills with his hot cum. I swallow it all down, then sit back and look at him, enjoying his blissed-out look.