Page 94 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

But because she loved him.

When the hell did that happen?

Holy fuck.

She not only slipped.

She.

Fell.

Hard.

“Vi…” Reaper swallowed, trying to loosen up his tight throat.

His heart began to hammer at what he saw behind her dark brown eyes. This wasn’t her normal “let’s fuck” look.

Hell no, it was something much, much deeper.

Did his close call with death change the way she looked at him?

It sure changed him. Brought some feelings he didn’t realize he’d had up to the surface.

Had what started out as his BWB—boss with benefits—situation turn into something more?

Apparently so. And he didn’t know what the hell to do with that discovery.

Address it? Ignore it? He had no fucking clue since this was the first time it ever happened to him.

“Yeah?” she asked in a husky as hell voice.

He gave his head a slight shake.

This also wasn’t the time for a conversation about it. It would kill the vibe. And most likely his chances to fuck Vi if that discussion got heavy.

He was also so damn exhausted he wouldn’t trust anything coming out of his mouth on the subject. He might end up confessing to shit he might not actually feel.

Yeah, fuck it, it was best to wait until he was more clearheaded.

Plus, Vi could be overly emotional due to what happened and she might not feel the same as what he thought he’d seen in her eyes.

In the light of day, everything could go back to the way they’d been: employee and employer, as well as two people who enjoyed each other physically.

You simply need sleep. In the morning, life will be back to normal.

Or…was this their new normal?

For fuck’s sake, he needed to get the fuck out of his head. The woman was staring up at him, waiting. “Ready?”

The corners of her lips tipped up. “If you can’t tell, I’ve been ready.”

Right. He needed to get on it and stop being an ass clown.

She grabbed his face and pulled him down, capturing his lips, showing him just how much she wanted him. He reciprocated that. There was nothing or nobody he wanted more than the woman under him.

As their tongues twisted together, he plunged his fingers into her long, loose hair. With his other hand, he dragged the head of his cock through her wetness, from her clit all the way down to her anus. On his return trip, he paused when it caught exactly where it needed to be.

Freeing his fingers from her hair, he slid both hands over her bare shoulders and down to her wrists, pinning them to the mattress. With a grunt, he drove his cock inside her in a single thrust.