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Oh well, maybe next time.
I flushed at that. Next time? Goodness, I was getting a little ahead of myself, wasn’t I?
But it was like something had been unlocked in me and I could feel myself wanting to know more, feel more, until I knew everything there was to know about both myself and Fitz.
My stomach fluttered and suddenly I needed to do something for him. Easing out of bed, I headed towards his kitchen to see what I could do for breakfast.
As I got out from under the covers, I realized that I definitely didn’t want to get back into my tight dress from the previous night. Considering that his dick had literally been inside me, I figured Fitz wouldn’t mind if I stole one of his shirts.
Trundling over to his dresser, I found one that was long enough to go past my butt, although it was a bit tighter than I would like. I put that on before fishing out a pair of stretchy boxers that I put on as shorts.
Now that I was a bit decent, I headed out to the kitchen.
He actually had an amazing spread in his fridge and I found myself soon mixing batter for pancakes and cutting up fresh fruit while putting the coffee on. He had once of those fancy French presses that I only knew how to use because I had a haughty caffeine obsessed roomie in college.
I hummed to myself as I moved around, enjoying the pleasant sort of twinging within me that reminded me that I had experienced something that still felt pretty magical.
Oh goodness, was I turning into one of those girls? Ones who went all sappy and romantic at the slightest bit of skinship?
No, I didn’t think so. I was still me. Just a me that I had shared a little with someone I trusted.
Although it was probably pretty damn stupid of me to trust my boss.
No, I wasn’t going to think about that. I had made my choice and lamenting about it wasn’t going to change what was done.
“What’s all this?”
I turned around, having been just about to put another pancake on the stack I had been building up. Fitz was standing there in the door, leaning against his elbow and looking at me with a sleepy sort of appreciation.
“I thought you might be hungry from all your hard work last night,” I said, smiling sheepishly at him.
Oh God. I remembered several of my friends telling me about awkward morning afters and I hope that I hadn’t overstayed my welcome. Was I supposed to have slunk out to do the walk of shame? That wasn’t the impression I had gotten when I had fallen asleep in his arms.
“Hard work? That’s one way to put it.”
I relaxed at that. “Well, I definitely recall being hard definitely had something to do with it.”
He groaned and approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the side of my neck. “It’s too early for word play.”
“If you say so, but I’ve been up for a while.” I pulled myself away and patted his cheek. “Sit. Eat.”
“You know, I normally don’t let people push me around.”
“Only when they’re feeding you, right?” I shot back.
“Yeah, only then.”
I pushed a plate full of food towards him then set about making my own spread. Mine was heavier on the fruit because pancakes had never really been my thing, but soon I was sitting right across from him at his kitchen island.
We ate in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. I liked it, and I hadn’t realized that it was something that was possible with anyone, let alone my boss who had at least twenty years on me.
We finished around the same time and I hopped down from my stool, gathering our plates to put in his dishwasher. As I was putting the last thing in, I felt his presence behind me.
I turned, a smile on my lips as he pulled me into a kiss. He tasted like blueberries and sugar, so this time I was the one who’s tongue darted out and begged entrance.
He made a contented noise at that, which made me ache in the best way, and his hands came to squeeze my waist.
The next thing I knew, he was picking me up and setting me up on the counter. I let out a breathy laugh at that, then wrapped my legs around his waist once more.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I murmured, pulling away from his kiss just enough to speak coherently.
“I don’t know, are you thinking of me carrying you to my bed for a repeat performance.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly what I was thinking.”
He kissed me again and I quickly felt myself go dizzy when he pulled away suddenly. “Oh, wait a moment. I forgot.”
He left to go to a room that I hadn’t been in. I wondered if he was going to get some sort of sexy secret toy or tool or something, but instead he returned with a thick stack of paper that was bound together.
