Page 24 of Boss's Red Glare

I grin, admiring the effortless coolness he radiates. "Very handsome."

He winks, playfully bumping my shoulder. "Good. Because my girlfriend picked them out."

My pulse quickens pleasantly at the wordgirlfriend. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His smile softens tenderly, his voice gentle and sincere. "If you want to be."

"More than anything," I reply honestly, warmth flooding through my chest.

He squeezes my hand affectionately, leaning down to steal another soft kiss, completely uncaring of who might see. I sigh softly, melting willingly into him.

Our lazy Sunday continues, strolling along the waterfront, sharing ice cream cones, enjoying each other's company fully. As we sit on a bench watching boats drift across the sparkling water, Connor wraps an arm comfortably around my shoulders, pulling me close.

"This has been the best weekend of my life," he murmurs softly, brushing his thumb gently over my shoulder.

"Mine too," I whisper honestly, leaning my head gently against his shoulder. "I never imagined we'd end up here. But I'm so glad we did."

"Me too," he replies tenderly, pressing a kiss softly to my hair. "I promise to always make time for moments like this."

I smile warmly, my heart full of gratitude and contentment. "I believe you."

As the day slowly drifts toward evening, we walk back to my bungalow, content and quietly happy. Inside, Connor helps me arrange the daisies into a small vase, placing them proudly on my kitchen table.

I wrap my arms gently around his waist, smiling softly up at him. "Today was perfect."

He cups my face tenderly, brushing his thumb softly over my cheek. "You're perfect."

His words fill my heart to bursting. I reach up, pressing my lips softly to his in a sweet, lingering kiss. As we hold each otherclose, I realize with sudden clarity that Connor Bradford isn’t just my boss, or a fake date, or even my new boyfriend.

He’s everything I've ever wanted. And right now, wrapped in his arms, feeling completely cherished, I know without a doubt that this is exactly where I belong.

Chapter Twelve

12

Connor

Maisie and I move together to her bedroom, and I need to be inside her again. Now.

We quickly remove our clothing, and she turns around. Her ass. Fuck. I fall to my knees, wanting to worship her. I squeeze her ass with my hands.

“Bend over, face flat on the bed.”

She does as I ask, and I lift her hips, putting a pillow under them to prop them up. I swipe my tongue over her sweet wetness, and she moans as her legs spread wider.

I smack a hand against her ass, pulling them apart as I swipe my tongue quickly over her puckered back hole. She nearly bucks off the bed, gasping as I laugh lightly.

“You’re okay,” I tell her, moving up her body. I want to fuck her like this. Doggy-style. From behind, her ass taunting me like it’s done for years. “I need inside you, now.”

She glances at me from over her shoulder. “Then do it. Fuck me, Connor.”

I love it when she tells me to fuck her. It sounds so naughty, and makes my cock even harder than it already is. “You begging for it?”

She blinks slowly, licking her lips as she does. “Do you want me to beg?”

“Fuck yeah.” I’m not gonna lie. But watching Maisie beg me for my cock is probably going to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

She spins around, on her knees, her doe-eyes blinking at me. “Please fuck me, Connor. I’d do anything for your fat cock.”

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