Page 278 of Manhattan Bossholes

I was glad to hear that. “But now that the orgasm has worn off, it’s back to business, huh?”

She shrugged, the corner of her mouth curling. “I was just curious.”

“Well, remember that evening my friends and I bumped into you and Stacy after our squash game?”

She nodded.

“Dominic told you that the group of us met through a brand management class, right?”

“Yes.”

“Part of that class involved creating a new product for one of our assignments. We came up with this idea for a multifunction cosmetics tool.”

Her brow furrowed. “Like the BeautiTool?”

“Not like. The BeautiTool. We took the concept from our project and turned it into the real thing.”

“Holy shit. Sheila mentioned you were off doing your own thing before you took over as CEO…but I guess I just assumed you were with some other furniture company.”

“Nope, I was in a whole different industry,” I admitted. “Aiden and I were co-CEOs at first, but after a while, he wanted to do other things. He and Dominic cashed out their shares, but I stayed on for another couple of years. It wasn’t until Dee asked me to step in that I took over as CEO for Saunders. But back when I bought this place, I was running BeautiTool—and our offices were pretty close by. Plus, I liked living near a campus. It felt familiar after college. Even now I still like the vibes of the neighborhood. I suppose it’s less convenient in ways, living this far from the office. But I’m too attached to give it up.”

“That’s a long drive every day,” she said. “I should know. I take the train.”

“I don’t mind it actually. I like having a bit of a commute in the morning.”

She laughed, the sound echoing through the living room. “No one likes a commute.”

“It gives me time to get into my work headspace. To review emails or prep for meetings. I’m very productive in the car.”

“I’ll say,” she said, giving my cock a gentle squeeze. It twitched with interest, and I felt the stirrings of arousal. It was still a bit too soon for me to go another round, but I liked the look in her eyes.

“Can I entice you to take a shower with me?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I stood and pulled her to her feet. We stripped out of the rest of our clothes, careful to drape her dress over the back of the couch so she could return it to Stacy in good condition. I took a beat, admiring every inch of her exposed skin. We hadn’t managed to get completely naked the first time around, but now that I had the full view, Natasha sure didn’t disappoint.

She tipped her head. “What are you looking at?”

“You’re beautiful.” I took her hand and led her to the bathroom, pausing occasionally to kiss her. She squeezed my ass as I turned away to start the water in the shower. “How do you like it?”

“The hotter the better.”

I looked back over my shoulder, giving her a wry grin as I ogled her. “That’s what I was thinking.”

Once the bathroom was sufficiently steamy, we stepped under the spray, soaping each other up. Touching her was every bit as pleasurable as being touched by her, and by the time we were done, I was hard again.

“Can I help you?” she teased as we stood in the bedroom, towel drying.

I scooped her up, and she shrieked, giggling as I plopped her down on the bed. “I don’t know, Hellcat. Think you’re up for it?”

She gave me a wicked grin, opening her towel enticingly slowly. “I think I could rise to the challenge.”

I went to the drawer for another condom, rolling it on myself. When I turned around, Natasha was touching herself, eyes closed, humming softly as she cupped and squeezed her breasts with one hand while the other toyed with her clit. I watched her pleasure herself for a beat, my cock throbbing at the sight. She was so fucking hot.

“That’s it,” I said, drawing closer.

Her brow twitched as I broke her focus.