Page 62 of Jealous Boss

Pia’s skinis still warm from the shower, damp curls pressed to my chest. Her leg is draped over my hip and the sheets are tangled around us, half-forgotten.

The windows are cracked to the summer night, the hum of the city outside like a lullaby neither of us is really hearing.

She sighs.

That soft, post-sated, perfect little sigh.

After watching her all afternoon and getting next to no work done, we were barely in the door before I fell on her again. I fucked her against the front door like a desperate, lust-steeped idiot.

And I loved every second of it.

You’ve loved every second of every moment you’ve spent with her, even when you were whining about temptation and forbidden fruit.

The alarming truth whistles through me, lighting up my atoms. I tighten my hold on her and kiss her bare shoulder when she sighs again, and hell, even her sighs are sexy. “You do that again and I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”

She laughs, a lazy, happy sound. “I’m not stopping you.”

I roll her beneath me, elbows braced on either side of her head. Her eyes are wide, sleepy. Her smile is gentle. But there’s something else there, something that wasn’t there a week ago.

Apprehension.

Not of me.

Of tomorrow, of the time slipping through our fingers and all it means. I know it because I feel it too.

I kiss her slowly, taking my time.

I already fucked her twice tonight—once at the front door, and again here, in bed, missionary style, whispering unintelligibly against her throat like praise and prayers. But I’m not sated. Not really. Not when the clock is ticking this loud.

Her hands run through my hair, down my back. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to,” she says with that firm determination she weakened me with.

It’s my turn to sigh. To give in. “Okay.”

She swallows. “Do you think it’ll be different after?” she whispers. “When he finds out?”

My chest tightens. “Maybe.”

But she doesn’t miss the beat I take before answering. She bites her lip. “You hesitated.”

I roll off her, onto my back, staring at the ceiling like it’ll give me answers. “The honest truth is I don’t know what happens next, Pia.”

She curls into me, tracing circles on my chest. “Do you want it to end?”

I look at her.

At those big, hopeful eyes. At the girl who barged into my life with golden skin, sparking eyes, and a mouth that has no idea the kind of power it holds.

“Not a single second,” I say, and this time there’s no hesitation. I glare at her, daring her to mistake my look.

“Are you sure you don’t… regret it? I mean, you could have had anyone?—”

“Fuck no, and I suggest you quit while you’re ahead, unless you want daddy to show you what happens to good girls who turn bad and question him.”

Her smile is small. Soft.

I kiss her again, and this time it’s slow.Worshipful.My hands know every inch of her now, but I treat her like I’m learning all over again.

Like I don’t know how many more days and nights I’ll get.

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