Page 27 of Hitched to my Boss

Natalia doesn’t answer. Instead, she gets onto all fours, and I smile, caressing her round ass.

I drive into her pussy from behind, studying her as she adjusts to the girth of my dick. Her moans are raw, unrestrained. I move in and out, enjoying the feel of her gripping me, each thrust faster and deeper than the last. Her pussy is so fucking good, wet and tight and perfect.

I grab her hips, pumping harder, slapping her ass. “You like it like this?”

“Don’t stop,” she cries, her voice high and desperate. “I’m so fucking close.”

I hammer into her, losing myself in the wild rhythm, and when her pussy clamps down onto my cock, she screams, “Fuck!” The sound of it sends me over the edge, and I explode inside her, my body shaking with release.

We collapse onto the bed, panting and tangled, sweat cooling on our skin.

“And to think we thought this was a going to be a terrible idea?” Natalia asks, breathless and teasing.

“Terrible,” I say, pulling her close. “Awful. Worst decision ever.”

She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Liar.”

We lie there, catching our breath, and I can’t believe how right this feels. Her hand rests on my stomach, her head on my shoulder, and I want this moment to last forever. I want all our moments to be like this, easy, unguarded, and full of everything I never let myself believe I could have.

"So," she says, her voice slightly hoarse. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agree, because I don't have words for what that was.

"Not Vegas magic," she observes.

"Definitely not Vegas magic."

She lifts her head to look at me, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her lips swollen from my kisses. "Jason, I need to tell you something."

My stomach clenches, because that tone usually precedes bad news. "What?"

"I know we're supposed to be taking this one day at a time, seeing how we feel, not making any big commitments." She traces patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "But I'm not going anywhere. This, what we just did, what we've been building. I want all of it. I want to make this marriage real."

Relief floods through me so intensely I almost laugh. "I was honestly about to say the same thing."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't want to take this one day at a time anymore. I want to take this one lifetime at a time."

Her smile is brilliant, transforming her entire face. "Is that your way of asking me to stay married to you?"

"That's my way of asking you to stay married to me, move in permanently, and let me spend the rest of my life proving that accidental marriages can be the best kind."

"I think I can manage that," she says, leaning down to kiss me softly. "Mr. Wallace."

"Mrs. Wallace," I reply, and the words feel like a promise.

My phone buzzes from somewhere on the floor, interrupting our perfect moment. I ignore it, but it buzzes again immediately.

"You should check that," Natalia says, though she doesn't move away from me.

It's Marcus Hartwell, and his message makes my stomach clench.

Hartwell: Jason, I hate to do this, but we've got another incident. Three calves were killed last night. The pack behavior is getting more aggressive. Can you get here sooner than planned? I know you just got back from Vegas, but this is escalating fast.

I show Natalia the message, watching her face as she processes the implications.

"You need to go," she says immediately.

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