Page 95 of The Boss Problem

My climax tore me apart, as shocking to me as it had been the last time with him. I felt sweet, soothing relief after a tidal wave of emotions, and when I came back down, I continued to feel like I was floating on a cloud while my clit kept throbbing in the aftermath.

There was complete silence outside our door. No one was out there anymore, and I could moan as loudly as I wanted to. I moaned all right.

“Damn, that was amazing.”

“How do you feel?” he grunted, his voice husky as he stood up and scooped me into his arms.

I felt like mush as he held me while I looked up at him. I was almost panting with relief and nodded.

“Like I’m on top of the world,” I said, my tone feeble as I pushed my hair back.

I hadn’t skirted a dangerous workplace liaison before, but it certainly had its appeal.

Besides, this wasn’t just any man. It was with someone who, in the past few days, had proven just how much he cared for me.

I wanted Sean. I craved him enough to go through something risky like this and know that he’d have control over the situation, no matter what. He’d take care of me.

He smiled and made sure I was stable before he released his hands from my waist. “I thought you needed it,” he said, leaning in and kissing me deeply. When he stepped back, he buttoned my shirt and smoothed my hair. “Especially after the stress of yesterday. But tonight, it’s going to be my cock in you.”

“I’ve never looked forward to anything more,” I whispered back.

Even after this mind-numbing orgasm, I still wanted more. I wantedhimin me.

He stopped, focusing on a red mark on my shoulder, noticing it for the first time. He ran his thumb over it, and I winced and pulled away.

Frowning, he asked, “Was I rough with you?” He gently touched the swollen bump.

I angled my head to look at my shoulder and then laughed. Details of the real world were flooding back to my mindafter that amazing orgasm. “Oh, this one happened earlier this morning.”

“This one?” he asked, repeating my blasé tone, flummoxed. “What did you do to get it, Chloe?”

I felt my face turn red.

“Just a little accident when I got out of bed,” I said. “I slid out in a hurry, and my shoulder hit my side table.”

He considered that. “Is sliding out of your bed a particularly dangerous activity?”

“It is, if you’re holding one leg of the bed up with wood glue,” I said, finishing buttoning up. “I need to get to the store. I think a metal bracket might work better.”

He met my gaze evenly. “I think you’re right,” he said. “I’ll get you that bracket,” he added, holding my fingers in his. “You don’t need to go to the store.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Do you know which store sells metal brackets?”

“You underestimate me, princess.”

I grinned. “Yes, handsome.”

He bent down for a quick kiss, and when I turned to go, he caught hold of my wrist on my non-bruised arm.

“I just remembered,” he said, turning me back from the door. “The last time I spoke with Henry, he mentioned something about you wanting to do a PMP certification course.”

“Oh, that?” I laughed. “Henry’s being ridiculous. That was a stretch goal for five years down the line.”

“Uh-huh. And that notepad on your table has the wordsNew Year’s Resolutionson it. Why did I see something about completing a PMP certification on it?”

I gave him a guilty smile. “Well, to be honest, I don’t have the time to complete it,” I said.

“Make it.”

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