Page 64 of My Sexy Boss
Trace closed the door and pressed me close to him, and I buried my face in his shoulder. “How long were you standing outside eavesdropping?” He chuckled.
“Long enough to hear what I needed to. I wished you would’ve told me the truth about why you two broke up.”
His lips brushed across the side of my face. “You wouldn’t have believed me.”
And he was right. I had formed an image of who he was based on what Kelsey had told me, and I wouldn’t have believed him over her. But I was smart enough to see that the image I’d had of him had cracks in it that became bigger the more I got to know him.
“What else did you hear?” he said against the corner of my mouth.
My breath caught in my throat and I looked up at him as he cupped my face.
“That you love me,” I whispered.
His lips pressed against mine, then gently covered my mouth. The love that came from that one kiss brought tears to my eyes. I pulled back and buried my face in his chest, not wanting him to see me cry.
“I’m in love with you, Cierra,” he said softly.
Hearing the words through a door was one thing, but hearing them in person, wrapped in his arms, was quite different. Love, desire, and joy converged and shot through every inch of my body, leaving me a weepy mess. So much for self-restraint.
He wiped the tears as they spilled down my face. I stuttered to get the words out but failed. Trace gave me a tissue and caressed my back as I blew my nose, finally regaining my composure. I looked up at him and our gazes locked. “I love you too.” My bottom lip trembled as I fought to hold it together. I was such a sap. I was one of those who cried at weddings, endings of movies, and a slew of other things. A total lightweight.
He placed his finger on my lips. “I’ve never told a woman I loved her. You came into my life and showed me how much I was missing. You make me feel complete.”
When he dipped his head and kissed me, it was the most precious and intimate kiss we’d ever shared. My insides were mush, and I wanted nothing more than to be with him right then and there. “Can you come out to play?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He looked over my shoulder at the piles of files on his desk, and a big smile spread across his face. “Hell yeah.”
He dipped his head and kissed me once again, more urgently that time.
Grinning, I pulled back and took his hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
And as I walked toward the stairs, he pulled me back. “Why’re you going that way?”
“The elevators were out so I had to take the stairs.”
“They’re fixed now.” He pulled me close, and as we walked toward them, hand in hand, I was the happiest woman alive.
