Page 52 of My Sexy Boss
Chapter Twenty-One
Cierra
Okay. Focus.Ilooked at myself in the bathroom mirror, staring intently at my reflection and taking long, deep breaths over and over again. It’d been four days since I’d seen Trace. I’d waited to hear from him, but he hadn’t made any effort to contact or see me. I refused to go to his office, so I figured we were at a standstill.
I was just his weekend fun. My heart dropped when I realized it. But what had I expected? He was a player, so why would he change his lifestyle just because we fucked? As much as I hated it, my brain and body were still pulsing with desire for him, confusion overwhelming me even though I knew I couldn’t let it get the better of me.
Lindsey had asked me to go up to Trace’s office to pick up some of the reports on the launch and bring them back down to the advertising department. I didn’t know why the hell someone else couldn’t have gone, but Velocity had a few new investors and a couple of suppliers showing interest after the launch, and apparently that was top-secret information that we couldn’t risk falling into the hands of anyone else around us. I didn’t see why an encrypted e-mail wouldn’t do the job, but apparently my opinions on the matter weren’t really being taken into account.
I turned out of the bathroom and went to the elevator, feeling as though I was headed toward a prize fight, preparing myself to deal with a battle I had never thought I would face the likes of. I bounced from foot to foot in the elevator, eyes cast down, like I was moments away from stepping out into the ring.
Okay. I can do this. I’ll just pick up the papers and get the hell out of there before he pulls me in once more.
The elevator pinged open on his floor and I strode along to his office, head held high, heart thumping hard as I prayed that no one would notice the fact that my hands were trembling a little. Because I hadn’t spoken to Trace since the previous weekend we’d spent together, I’d assumed he was just trying to avoid me. What if all he’d ever wanted or needed from me was that wild weekend? What if he’d already lost interest in me?
I arrived outside his door and before I had the chance to overthink things any further, the door swung open.
“Oh, hey,” I said, looking at Trace. He nodded at me while his eyes traveled up and down my body briefly, and I felt my face heat under his gaze.Fuck. Okay. I can manage this.
“I thought I heard someone coming,” he said, offering me a smile and stepping aside so I could come in before he closed the door behind me. “You’re here to pick up the files, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.” I nodded, wondering if it would be wiser to leave the door open so we wouldn’t be tempted to indulge ourselves, but I swiftly dismissed the thought. Nothing was going to happen. I just had to keep reminding myself of that. He was a professional and so was I, and that meant both of us just had to not pay attention to the crackling tension that filled the space around us.
“Here, give me a minute.” He pulled open a drawer and rummaged through it for a moment. “I crammed the stuff in here when I was tidying up for a meeting earlier today….”
“No rush.” And I meant it. Being in his presence again was weirdly comforting, oddly satisfying, and I didn’t want to leave too soon. He glanced up at me, his gaze flicking down briefly to my lips and then up to my eyes. Straightening up without any files in his hands, he took a step toward me, closing the distance between us, and I fought the urge to lift my hands and rest them on his chest, to feel his heartbeat beneath my fingers.
With a bit of stubble on his jaw, he looked more handsome than ever. I desperately wanted to feel the roughness against my skin as his mouth touched and nipped every inch of me.Focus!He just stood there for a moment, looking down at me, and then let out a long sigh. He lifted his hand to my face and rested his thumb, lightly and briefly, on my mouth; I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his skin next to mine. And then he spoke, breaking the spell.
“We need to talk about this past weekend,” he said in a low voice.
My shoulders sagged. “Do we?” I replied weakly, leaning my face into his hand. His eyes filled with doubt for a moment, as though he didn’t trust himself to follow through, but with a deep breath, he nodded.
“We do.” His eyes scanned mine as though trying to commit me to memory, just like he had with his touch over the weekend.
“It was amazing but it can’t happen again,” I blurted out, even though that was the last thing I actually wanted to say. I wanted him to shake his head, grab me and throw me down over the table, tell me he was going to have his way with me at least once more before we called this off for good. But he didn’t.
“You’re right,” he breathed, but his hand didn’t move from my face. “I don’t want to jeopardize your career with Velocity, and I’m still new in the company. If people found out, this could turn out to be a real mess.”
“You’re the boss, aren’t you?” I pointed out playfully, managing a smile as I arched my body toward his so there was only an inch or two between us. I should’ve stepped away, but he was still touching me and I couldn’t find a good reason why I shouldn’t be touching him too.
“That’s true.”
I placed my hand on his hip, sliding it around so it was on the small of his back, and his breath hitched slightly. He closed his eyes and swallowed, as though trying to center himself.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he said hoarsely. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of it, the sound of him confirming everything I’d known.
“Me neither,” I replied, and he leaned down, just close enough that our mouths barely brushed by each other. His touch was so soft and so brief that I almost couldn’t tell if the weekend had happened, but the explosion of tingles down my spine told me otherwise. The hand resting on my face moved down my body, landing at my waist, tugging me in close. Our bodies pressed together, so close and tight it felt like we’d been made to fit together. My lips parted but before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.
As soon as our mouths met, I knew any chance I’d had of walking away from this without letting it go any further was out the window. The kiss was explosive, and it came after days of fantasizing and reliving our time together. He tucked his hands beneath my ass and sank his fingers into the flesh, groaning slightly with something that sounded like relief. I knew the feeling.
Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his belt. He brushed a strand of hair back from my face and took over, unbuckling and unzipping his pants quickly. I pulled them down and then his boxers, his already rock-hard dick smacking against my cheek. I wrapped my fingers around his length and looked up at him. He stared back down at me, his lips parted, eyes flashing with desire. I slowly moved my mouth closer to his cock, making sure he could feel my hot breath on his flesh before I touched him with my lips. His chest heaved up and down, and when I flicked my tongue out and circled it around the head of his cock, he moaned.
Desire surged through me, and then a pulsing need settled between my thighs. I twirled my tongue around the head of his dick for a few moments longer before pushing my mouth down to take as much of him as I could manage. He felt thick and full in my mouth, his dick pulsing as I moved my mouth up and down his length. He let out something between a groan and a growl above me, then reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it. Hard. My scalp tingled as I kept moving up and down, my tongue swirling around his thickness.
The darkness in his eyes as he focused them on mine, the sound of his soft groans of pleasure as I worked my mouth around him, the knowledge that at any minute someone could walk into the office and bust me on my knees with the boss’s cock in my mouth drove me wild with desire. But before I could act on it, he shuddered with pleasure above me.
“Fuck, Cierra,” he growled.
