Page 11 of Objection

“Is this all you wanted?” I inquired, willing to give her just about anything. “Just the dance? Or do you want long lasting love like that too?”

“Being in your arms like this is nice, but yeah . . . I meant the love. The romance and the connection at that age.” She looked at me briefly before eyeing the couple. “I’ve seen marriages fade because couples lost the spark and didn’t put forth the effort. So seeing them seemingly happy, in love, and enjoying each other’s company—” Her head shook as she smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

“I agree.”

She smiled before resting her head on my chest. “Do you? I never took you as the sentimental type.”

I laughed as I tightened my grip around her. “I told you I’m tender about you, woman. I’m very chalant. I care, I express, and when I really lock in on a woman, I become a little obsessed with her. That’s why I don’t date often. Not every woman is worth that kind of energy.”

“I’m starting to see that now,” she confessed through a sniggle. “I still can’t believe what you did to Mario. I guess because it was so unexpected. But . . . I do appreciate you looking out for me, especially since I didn’t even have to ask. It’s nice to know there’s someone on this Earth, in this city, in my life, that cares for me and will protect me. Now I know you’ll do that always in all ways, and that means more to me than you will ever know.”

“I know what it means to you, because I feel the same way about you protecting me.”

“How do I protect you?” she asked skeptically.

“You protect my heart and mind. You keep me calm. You’re truly my helpmate at work. I meant it when I said everything is easier now because of you. Before you came, my work-home balance was horrible. My cases were backed up, clients weren’t getting the attention they needed, and I was overwhelmed. None of that is the case now because of you, and I’ll forever be grateful to you for that.”

“Aww, Kaos, that means the world to me. I take what I do seriously. I don’t look at it as just a job. I’m truly passionate about it and I want to help others be the best executive assistants that they can be. That’s why I want to open a staffing and training company. You’re a powerful, busy man. Your executive assistant is an extension of you. One who should be able to anticipate what you need before you can even ask to make your job and life easier. So hearing you say that’s what I do for you is confirmation that I’m doing this right.”

I locked in the fact that she wanted to start her own business so I could come up with ways to help her make that happen.

“Who shows up for you the way you show up for me, Serenity?”

Her eyes lifted to mine, and this time, she didn’t immediately look away. “What do you mean?”

“Who helps you? Who serves you? Who makesyourlife easier?”

“No one really. You and my best friend . . . you both make my life better. Even though I tease you about it, I appreciate the way you look out for me and take me out sometimes. But other than that . . . no one.”

“I wanna change that. Can I be that person for you?”

Her hands slid down my chest before her arms wrapped around my neck. “Yes,” she whispered. “B-but only—”

Before she could put any stipulations in place, I lowered myself to her lips for a kiss. I didn’t want to hear shit about being that for right now, or not at work, or only in our homes, or none of that shit. I’d wanted this woman since I first laid eyes on her, and I meant it when I told her us being so far away from home was relaxing my boundaries and control.

I didn’t want to hear nothing about how things would be when we got home. For now, all I cared about was this moment, this kiss, the peace and fulfillment that came from finally having her in my arms. And by the way she gripped me, relaxed in my embrace, and sighed in satisfaction as I deepened the kiss, it was clear that was all Serenity cared about too.

Serenity

The moment my naked body hit the bed, Kaos devoured me. I’d had my pussy eaten before, but what he did wasn’t just sexual stimulation. Each swipe of his tongue against my clit had every nerve in my body in sensory overload. I melted and moaned and gasped and groaned. My body shook, one minute from need of more and the next from not being able to take it.

By the time he finally lifted his face from between my legs, I’d cum three times, and the bed was soaking wet. My breathing was ragged, and I was drained in the best way possible . . . but I wanted more. Needed more. And he gave me more—he gave me all of him. Every stroke, every circle of his hips, every graze of his lips or fingers solidified the truth of this moment, even if my mind was too afraid to admit it. Our souls were officially connected . . . and I was officially his.

The Next Morning

I woke up with a smile on my face. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming what happened yesterday. Kaos and I had the most amazing day together, then we danced and shared our feelings before coming back to the villa and making love. Nasty, sweet, deep, love. It wasn’t until I felt a strong arm tighten around me that I realized it wasn’t a dream. That actually happened last night.

Gasping, I froze.

I had sex with my boss.

Oh God.

“I can feel you thinking,” Kaos said, voice husky from sleep. “Panicking. Do you want to talk about it?”

Releasing a shaky breath, I relaxed in his embrace and snuggled more against his chest. His arm loosened before he rubbed my waist and hips then cupped my pussy. Moaning, I bit down on my bottom lip and spread my legs slightly for him to lower his hand and massage my pussy.

“Are you going to fire me now?” I asked breathlessly.

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