Page 29 of Unmoored: How to Fail at Hating the Boss

Reef stares at me as I’m taking a sip of the whiskey, and I nearly choke on it when I finally realize. “You don’t need to tell me about your exes.”

I’m more jealous than I should be. What is this, day one? It’s been less than 24 hours since we hooked up. Less than 12 hours since we established what we are. And yet the thought of another woman having his full attention before I came along makes me irrationally jealous. It’s uncalled for, totally unreasonable, so I keep that an inside thought.

“Not exes, really,” he clarifies. “More like occasional, non-committal summer flings. No one local. Is that bad?”

I think about that. For some reason, that sits better in my spirit than thinking about past committed relationships.

“It feels like less drama for both of us. No one’s gonna come sniffing around, are they?”

A smirk pulls at his lips as he downs the rest of his whiskey. He sets the glass on a rustic side table with a thunk. “Would that make you jealous?”

“Maybe. A little.”

“That’s cute.” He leans in, and I lean away. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re laughing.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“What if I told you that every year when I help with the spring play, one of the single dad volunteers always asks for my number?”

“Hmmm,” he growls, nosing aside the collar of the oversized souvenir T-shirt that I’m wearing, lazily snuffling my upper chest. He’s trying to distract me, and it’s almost working.

“And…what if I told you even after his kid graduated, he came back year after year and visited me backstage before opening night?”

Reef leans back a little and looks at me. “Really?”

“And what if I finally gave in and went on a date with him, and it was terrible, and he still didn’t get the message after I tried ghosting him?”

“I’d say you have a stalker.”

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes, and before I can resist, Reef has me on his lap with my legs planted on either side of his hips. His big hands cup my ass possessively, jolting me with renewed excitement.

“How does that make you feel? Not funny, right? You’re jealous.”

“Not jealous. Just pissed. Like I’m ready to fight somebody.”

I pout and let one finger toy with the soft hairs at the notch between his collarbones. “Not even a little bit jealous?”

“Maybe a little.”

He captures my pouty lip between his teeth, biting just enough to make my inner muscles tighten needfully.

I remember what his tongue felt like right there. I know, from taking that big cock down my throat, that this guy is going to more than satisfy that need.

“So we’re even,” I tease.

He squeezes, hitching me closer, leaving no doubt about his intentions tonight. That hard length rubs right between my legs, and I can’t deny myself the wanton response to grind against it.

His pupils are blown out, and his lips are a whisper away from mine as he murmurs, “Don’t want to fucking talk about anybody else tonight.”

Those hands drag up to the waistband of the baggy shorts I’m wearing, and he slips his fingers inside the elastic. I shift upward, putting my weight on my knees to let him tug the shorts down enough to get at my ass.

A low rumble sounds in his chest as he runs his hands over the bare skin, each hand taking full possession of my curves. My jiggly bits? He loves them.

His attention draws out my need to kiss him greedily, and I moan into his mouth. The moan grows louder when I feel the tips of his caressing fingers shift over to my crack. Hell yes. I practically drool all over him.

“I need to fuck you now, Reef. I need you to fuck me. Take me to the bed.”