Page 6 of The Boss

Slow, grinding strokes at first that drag against every sensitive spot inside her. The bed creaks rhythmically beneath us. City light spills across her skin in shifting patterns of gold and shadow, catching on the sweat at her collarbone, the small scar there that I want to lick later. Her nails rake down my back, hard enough to sting, and the sharp bite only makes me drive into her harder.

"Harder, Matthew. I can take it."

"Good."

My thrusts become harder and more merciless as I wrap a hand around her breast, kneading and pinching her nipple while my mouth closes on the other, sucking and rolling the bud between my lips.

I pull almost all the way back and slam into her. The slap of skin on skin fills the room, wet and filthy.

Jesus. She really is so beautiful.

I slide a hand between our bodies, find her swollen clit, and rub tight, relentless circles. I'm so fucking close it's not even funny. But I need her to come first. I need it like I need air.

"Matthew, oh God. I think I⁠—"

Vivian fists the duvet, her mouth parting with every whimper and moan before she shatters in my arms. Her cunt clenches down on me, rippling and pulsing. The rhythmic squeeze around my cock drags me over the edge right after her.

I bury my face in the damp curve of her neck, inhale the scent of her hair, her sweat, and her sex, then let go. My movements become wild and erratic as blinding pleasure consumes me. My cock pulses hard as I inject rope after rope of cum deep inside her, leaving me shaking, empty, and completely wrecked. Huffing and gasping, I slow and finally stop moving.

She starts to say something, but I cup her jaw and kiss her, pouring everything I can't say into it.

I don't know what I expected when I agreed to come here and cover for Levi. It sure as hell wasn't this. It wasn't her.

Maybe being here is going to ruin me.

And the terrifying part is, I'm not sure I mind.

2

VIVIAN

Iwake up Monday morning still able to smell his cologne.

Matthew. That's all I know about him. Matthew with the sharp jaw and the voice that makes my core clench and hands that knew exactly what they were doing. I press my face into the pillow and groan.

Over the weekend, I've done nothing but go over every single thing that happened between us.

Friday night plays in flashes. The slight eyebrow lift when he saw my drink. His laugh when I told him about the pineapple pizza debate. The moment he pushed up his rolled-up sleeves and I caught myself staring at his forearms like some Victorian maiden seeing an ankle. The baritone voice that puts all my imaginary boyfriends to shame.

I thought he was one of those guys who were nice to look at and not much else, but I was so, so wrong. It wasn't just how easy it was to talk to him, it was that in this room, his room, he made all my filthy fantasies come true without even trying.

God, the tongue, the mouth, the⁠—

My alarm goes off again.

Ugh. Perfect timing as always.

Right. Work. The thing I was supposedly de-stressing about when I ended up in a stranger's bed.

I drag myself to the shower and try to wash off the weekend. Today, I meet the nightmare. Levi's brother. The one who supposedly makes everyone cry—from his VPs to the salespeople.

The universe really has an odd sense of humor. I went to that bar because I was dreading this exact morning, and instead I had the best sex of my life with a man whose last name I don't even know. Someone who has ruined every other guy for me. Someone I'll most likely never see again.

Of course. Of course that's how my luck works.

Welcome to my life.

The office feels different with Levi's energy missing. My boss has been gone since Friday afternoon, probably sipping mimosas on some beach with his wife, Angela, while I'm about to face his allegedly terrifying older brother.