Page 101 of Sexting the Boss
He stays that way, breathing hard, forehead pressed to mine.
For a long moment, neither of us moves.
Then he gently eases us apart and shifts the water cooler, turning it soothing instead of punishing. He soaps his hands and washes me slowly, carefully, like it matters. Like I matter.
He rinses my hair back, cleans between my thighs with patient fingers, presses a kiss to my temple when I shiver.
“We’ll rest,” he says quietly. “We’ll eat. And then we’re done running.”
I look at him. “What do you mean?”
His eyes are steady now. Certain.
“Gavin,” he says. “And the rest of them. We take them all down at once. No half-measures. No warnings.”
My pulse kicks.
“You’re sure?”
He nods. “I’m not letting them circle you again. Ever.”
He pulls me into his chest, water still pouring over us, his hand warm and solid at my back.
“We finish this,” he says. “Together.”
21
ETHAN
The first thing I do is order pizza.
The box is half-empty by the time she stops pretending she’s not starving.
I watch her bite into a slice and moan around the cheese like she’s forgotten we just had shower sex against the wall thirty minutes ago.
“You good?” I ask.
She nods and wipes her mouth. “Not fully, but I think I’m getting there.”
“That’s fair.”
I drag another slice out and lean back against the headboard, one arm behind my head, my phone screen still lit where I left it. She glances at it, then me, then back to her pizza. Her thigh brushes mine. She doesn’t move away.
“I need to tell you something,” I say.
She freezes, chewing slower, eyes narrowing like she’s bracing for the part where I screw this up.
“It’s not bad,” I add. “Well—it’s bad for them. Not for you.”
She waits.
I pull the screen up, tap open a drive, and hand it to her. “I’ve been sitting on this.”
It’s a folder labeledCross-Internal: Victoria Lane.
She scrolls. Her brows go up. “Jesus.”
“Yeah.”
