Page 53 of Manhattan Bossholes

The last two words came out in a shaky whisper, and all I could do was exactly what she’d asked. She was poised on the edge of the box with her legs hooked around my waist, giving me the perfect angle to fuck her exactly as hard as we both wanted.

I couldn’t focus on anything else—the world narrowed to just this moment, just the feel of her, the sounds she made, the way her hands gripped me like she couldn’t get enough.

I played my fingertips along her skin as I thrust deeper inside her, trying to hold on, trying to draw out the pace as long as I could. But then she cried out, her body shaking as she came, her voice filling the room without a care in the world.

Like I made her lose control completely.

And that was all it took to make me come.

I bowed my head against her chest as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. The release was overwhelming, so powerful I couldn’t breathe for a second.

Piper’s hands clasped my shoulders, her touch grounding me as the sensation began to ebb. Slowly, I regained control of my body, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing as ragged as mine, and in that moment, all I could think was how much I wanted her again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost breathless.

“That was just the beginning,” I panted, a grin taking over my lips. “Just you wait.”

It was a threat and a promise.

15

PIPER

Thank God it was the end of the workday when Vincent decided to rock my world behind the backdrop. As if I could’ve gone back to editing photos for the web site after that! It was all I could to do get myself dressed, grab my things, and follow Vincent to yet another of his ridiculous cars so we could go back to his place for round two. And three. And four.

Which was how I ended up here, waking up beside him the next day like a real girlfriend, in one of his old t-shirts.

I fell back against the pillow and checked out his beautiful space, which I’d barely taken a second to notice the previous night. His bedroom was a minimalist’s dream of white and grey, with giant windows hidden behind blackout blinds we hadn’t bothered to close last night, leaving him illuminated in the morning light.

How could someone so ruthless look so damn angelic as he slept? Vincent’s dark hair was messy, and his arm was thrown above his head, highlighting his impressive bicep. He looked…peaceful.

I leaned over the edge of the bed to grab my camera. I’d jokingly suggested we take some naked shots in between our fun which he’d kiboshed immediately. I scrolled to the images Vincent had taken of me back at the office, expecting out of focus, amateurish shots.

But no, once again, Vincent had proved that he accomplished whatever he set his mind to. The photos were mainly close shots of my arm and hand, but he’d framed them so the shadows and light fell perfectly. The shimmer was so sparkly I’d hardly need to amp up the color contrast. I continued flipping through, half impressed and half jealous that he was so damn good. Photography wasn’t just about the mechanics; it was about seeing, really seeing, and Vincent had a damn good eye.

I stopped scrolling when I came to a series shot from a little farther away. My breath caught.

In these photos, my face was included. I was happy he’d lied to me about what part of my body he was photographing, because I would’ve been self-conscious had I known. But as it was, the photos were beautifully unguarded moments. I could tell I was watching Vincent watch me. I wasn’t posing in them. My expression was sultry, hungry. Actually, I looked pretty darn amazing.

“What are you smiling about?”

Vincent’s sleepy voice startled me.

“Your photography skills,” I answered as I glanced at him. “Are you bad at anything?”

He twisted his mouth as he considered it. “Pickleball.”

I laughed. “That’s it, huh? Well, I believe it. These photos are shockingly good. You don’t need to hire a staff photographer—you could do it yourself.”

“Why would I need to when I have you?” he asked as he slid closer and snaked his arm across me. “Hmm, and speaking of having you…” He flicked hungry eyes up and down my body.

“Yes? What were you saying?” I lowered myself so I was propped up on my elbow staring at him from a few inches away.

“Well, I just thought you should know that my latest obsession is this absolutely stunning new employee on my team,” he explained.

“Is that a fact?”

“It is,” he said as he moved closer to me.