Page 17 of Mated To My Boss

I cry out relentlessly, mixing with his grunts as the wolf shifter fucks me. We hear a crack on the wall behind us and Nate takes this as a cue to move to the bed.

He transports me to the soft sheets before continuing to thrust. Our changed position gives him even more access to me, helping him go far deeper than he was before.

“Oh my—fuck! Fuck! You're so amazing.”

“You feel so good,” Nate confesses, grunting in my ears. “I've never felt anything this wonderful.”

His labored breathing makes the words struggle to escape, but even as I hear them, my mind can't handle it.

My eyes roll into my head as my body begins to shake violently. The pressure buildup is just too much for me and I cum with so much force I nearly pass out.

I only start to regain a little sense when I feel Nate shooting a steaming load deep inside me. We lie next to each other, trying to get some strength back. I begin to chuckle, drawing Nate's attention. “What is it?” he asks.

“I just had my mind blown,” I answer. "That was incredible," I murmur, looking into his eyes with genuine emotion rather than triumph. "It feels like nothing's changed between us."

Nate takes a few more seconds to respond. “We may be compatible sexually, but that doesn't mean that we're a match in other areas.”

I haven't felt this annoyed in a long time. I pull the sheets higher and sit up. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Madeline, listen—”

“No, there's nothing to listen to. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, Nate. But I wish you could see that there's something real between us—something that goes beyond just physical attraction. It always has been."

“I'm not wrong about this though. Just because the sex is good doesn't mean the partnership is going to be good.”

I take a deep breath, centering myself before responding. "You're right. Good sex doesn't automatically mean a good relationship. But don't we at least owe it to ourselves to find out? The Nate I knew wasn't afraid to take risks."

“We can't judge based on this,” Nate argues. “It's just sex. Good or bad, it doesn't mean anything.”

“What did you just say to me?”

The hotel phone on the dresser next to the bed starts to ring.

Nate sighs. “Madeline—”

“Did you just tell me that sleeping with me means nothing to you?

“That's not—” Nate shuts up once I lower the sheets from my body, revealing my tits to him. His eyes travel to them and stay there without shame.

The hurt in my eyes is genuine, but I don't use my body to manipulate him. Instead, I reach for my clothes, maintaining my dignity. "I'm not going to beg for your attention, Nate. I deserve better than that."

Nate shakes his head to bring back his senses. Still, the incessant ringing of the hotel phone makes us even more annoyed than we should be.

He gets up and goes over to the phone, picking it up. I stand to meet him, waiting to hear what's so crucial that our argument is being interrupted.

“Hello?” Nate barks, following it with a series of nods and grunts. “Who?” More nondescript responses. Eventually, the call ends, and he turns to me.

“What is it?”

“There was someone at the front desk. A man.”

“Asking for us? Did you tell anyone we were here?”

Nate frowns. “He was here for you, but he didn’t leave his name.”

“What?” Shock washes over me.

This doesn't faze him. “You were the one who told someone you were here. Who’d you tell?”

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