Page 37 of Mated To My Boss

"That's actually genius." I take another sip and lean into the chair. "I'm not sure I want to deal with work so close to a full moon."

"I also sorted the client files by priority," she adds, gesturing to another stack of papers. "The most time-sensitive ones are on top. I noticed a pattern in how you normally approach them."

Her attention to detail surprises me. Not only has she completed the work, she's also analyzed my methods.

As I turn on my computer, Madeline heads to the far wall where her knitting supplies are. She leans over and I can immediately tell this move is deliberate. It doesn't matter though, any view of her ass is a good view.

I watch her hips move as she digs around in the bag before bringing out her incomplete project followed by her knitting needles and yarn.

She sits and gets to work while I look through my email. For a while, we stay in a comfortable silence, with the only sounds coming from the knitting needles tapping each other.

“Am I bothering you?” Madeline asks suddenly.

“What?”

She gestures with the needles. “I know you've said I can do this here, but I don't want to distract you more than I already do.”

Her sly words get my blood flowing. I remember the last few times we've had sex and how she just walks out every single time we're done. That's the only thing stopping me from flying across the table to meet her.

“No, it's fine,” I confess. “It's actually like ASMR, if I'm being honest. You know, Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response. It helps keep me focused.”

“That's good. I'll stop feeling guilty then.”

“Exactly.”

Madeline lets out a breath, moving her needles to the side. “If you've been focused for this long, maybe you could use a break.”

I glance at her just in time to see her legs parting. My body moves instinctively as I push my chair back and step around the table to approach her. Madeline greets me with a smile on her face.

She rises to kiss me, meeting my lips with the same ferocity. She moans into my mouth as soon as my hands touch her body. I dive into her blouse, going right for her bra and giving the curve of her breast a good squeeze.

“Mmm,” she smiles. “I like that.”

I squeeze even harder, deepening the kiss. Madeline clutches the collar of my shirt and begins undoing the buttons. Our moment is abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door.

We let go of each other, trying our best to act like we weren't ready to rip our clothes off a second ago. I wait until Madeline is fully adjusted before telling whoever's outside to come in.

Graham walks in, pauses at the door. He immediately smells the sexual tension in the air and knows he's interrupted something.

“Shit. I can come back.”

“You're already here,” I say. “What's up?”

He points over his shoulder with his thumb, like we're supposed to look into the hallway. “I got my car fixed yesterday so we're good to go for tomorrow's trip.”

I nod passively. It's great not to have to drive all the way to the IronFangs’ land. I'd prefer someone else take the wheel, and going with Graham is my best option. Besides, I'll have my own mate to distract me when Graham and Rose start misbehaving in the car.

“Alright then. I'm all set.”

“Cool, cool.” He turns to Madeline, “You must be excited to shift with us, huh?”

She gives him a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah …”

Graham returns the smile awkwardly, closing the door as he leaves. Madeline watches him leave, then turns to me with a thoughtful expression. "I should apologize to Graham. He was just being friendly, and I didn't mean to be dismissive."

Her self-awareness catches me off guard. The Madeline I once knew wouldn't have noticed—or cared—how her reactions affected others.

She picks up her work and starts knitting again like we didn't just have a huge moment. I wait for any sort of reaction, but she peacefully continues her craft.

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