Page 22 of Boss's Red Glare

I search her eyes, for what? I’m not really sure. However, I pick up my speed, making sure to not hurt her in the process.

“I’m not going to break, Connor. Fuck me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need to go buck wild in her. I thrust my hips, my cock slamming into her over and over. My eyes glaze over as I keep fucking her, my control completely lost.

She holds on as I buck. My mouth falls open as I groan out her name.Fuck me, she feels so fucking good.

I nearly black out as I keep pounding away inside her, my heartbeat rocking against my ribcage. “Baby, you take my cock so well. So fucking good.” My body builds and builds, my orgasm nearly crashing straight through me.

“Connor, I want you to come inside me,” she whispers close to my ear. “I’m on the pill.”

That’s all I need to hear. I go wild on her, bucking into her, my cock filling her sweet pussy.Fuck me.My whole body tightens the nanosecond before I come deep inside her.Yessss. “Take my come, Maisie. Take me so fucking deep.” I keep pushing, grunting through the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“Oh, Connor,” she calls out, squeezing onto me.

My body takes a full minute to recover, and then I swiftly slide out of her. “Stay here,” I tell her, padding into her bathroom to find a cloth.

After I clean her up, I glide under the covers, pulling Maisie against my body. “Are you okay?” I ask her.

“More than okay.”

I smile as I listen to her breathing even out. Before I drift off to sleep, I think,I love holding her in my arms.

I love holding her in my arms,

Chapter Eleven

11

Maisie

When I wake up, sunlight pours gently through my sheer curtains, casting the room in warm, buttery gold. I stretch beneath the sheets, smiling dreamily at the memory of Connor’s lips on mine, his hands trailing along my skin, and the way he whispered my name softly in the dark.

My pulse quickens pleasantly, anticipation bubbling in my chest as I reach out instinctively, expecting to feel the warmth of Connor beside me.

But instead, my fingers graze cool sheets.

I bolt upright, eyes scanning the empty space beside me. My stomach clenches with a sudden sinking feeling. "Connor?" I call softly, heart hammering.

Silence.

I swallow past the lump forming in my throat, pushing the covers aside and grabbing my robe from the chair. Maybe he’s in the kitchen, making coffee. But when I rush into the living room, there’s no sign of him.

My shoulders sag, disappointment and insecurity washing over me in a sudden wave. Had I misread everything? Maybe last night was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. A one-time mistake for him, despite how perfect and real it felt to me.

I sink onto the sofa, pulling my knees to my chest and fighting back the sting of tears. Of course. He’s my boss. I was foolish to think last night changed everything. My chest aches painfully, embarrassment mingling with regret.

Just as I’m about to wallow in self-pity, my front door swings open, startling me so much I jump.

Connor steps inside, effortlessly handsome in jeans and a soft gray T-shirt, his hair tousled as if he'd just rolled out of bed. His gaze finds mine instantly, and he smiles brightly, lifting two paper cups and a small bakery box. “Morning.”

Relief crashes through me so suddenly I nearly choke. "Connor," I breathe, my voice trembling with surprise and emotion.

His brows pull together in concern, and he crosses the room quickly, setting the cups and box carefully on the coffee table before kneeling beside me. "Hey. Are you okay?"

I shake my head, swallowing hard. "I woke up, and you weren’t here. I thought you left."

His expression softens immediately, guilt flickering through his dark eyes. "Oh, Maisie. No, never." He reaches up gently, brushing a thumb softly along my cheek. "I wanted to surprise you. I didn’t mean to scare you."

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