Page 26 of Boss's Red Glare

I blush, loving this man’s dirty mouth. I never thought I’d be into something like this, however, when Connor speaks to me like this… it turns me on.

“I want to feel your wet pussy on my cock again.” he slaps my ass as I get into position. “I’ve been thinking about it since the last time I was buried deep inside you.”

I glance at him from over my shoulder and tell him the truth. “Me too.” And with my words, he enters me in one punishing stroke. I moan out long and hard as he continues thrusting in from behind me.

I’ve never felt anything quite like this before. I’ve never felt so desired. Adored. I love it. I’m instantly flooded with images of a future with a man like Connor. Could it ever really be possible.

“Mine,” he growls as his one hand squeezes the flesh of my ass, and the other fists through the strands of my hair.

He pulls me back so his mouth can land on mine as he continues to push deeper inside me. From this angle I swear he’s deeper than he was last time. And I can feel the sensations rippling throughout my body, curling my toes as he continues to pound inside me.

Best part?I love kissing him. Yes. Kissing him is like falling into a dream you never want to wake up from—warm, consuming, and just a little bit dangerous.

Falling for him might be dangerous, but I can’t help it. I think I’ve already fallen.

He holds me possessively in his arms as his hand wraps around to finger my clit. I’m so close to unraveling, I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Oh, Connor,” I moan, never wanting this feeling to end.

“You’re mine, Maisie.”

“I’m yours.” My body’s a livewire, about ready to snap. I can feel all the pressure building toward a glorious release, but I don’t want it all to end too quickly. I want to savor this. I want to savor him.

“Mine,” he says, pounding into me from behind. His voice is possessive, demanding, downright feral.

And I go off like a firework on the Fourth of July. I can’t stop coming as my body spasms in his arms. I tremble, my mouth hanging open in a wide ‘O’, and I’m unable to stop anything.

“I can feel you coming around my cock,” Connor whispers close to my ear. “You get tighter, if that’s at all possible. And you’re so goddamn wet. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunts out, his own orgasm chasing mine. His own orgasm nearly destroys himas he holds onto me, grunting and cursing, making me know exactly who I belong to. “What have you done to me, Maisie?” He doesn’t say it in a bad way, instead he says it in a way I feel straight down to my core.

Because he’s done the exact same thing to me.

Chapter Fourteen

14

Maisie

Monday morning dawns bright and beautiful, matching my mood. I hum softly to myself as I stroll into the office, a vanilla latte from Sweet Beans in one hand and a smile permanently fixed on my lips. This weekend was the happiest I’ve ever been, and even facing a busy workday can’t dampen my spirits.

I step off the elevator, heading toward my desk, already mentally rehearsing the sweet, teasing greeting I plan to give Connor when I see him. But just as I round the corner, I hear voices. Women’s voices, low and conspiratorial. I slow my pace instinctively, curiosity prickling at the back of my neck.

“Did you really think it was real?” a voice asks mockingly. It’s Tiffany from accounting—she’s never liked me much.

“Oh, come on,” another woman replies with a dismissive laugh. It’s Veronica from HR, her voice dripping with disdain. “Connor Bradford dating Maisie? Please. He’s only pretending because the investors are still in town.”

My heart stutters painfully, and I freeze just around the corner, gripping my coffee so tightly my knuckles turn white.

“But they seemed pretty convincing at the barbecue,” Tiffany counters, though her tone remains skeptical.

Veronica laughs cruelly, the sound slicing right through me. “Exactly. It was all a show. Connor told me himself. He said as soon as the investors leave, he'll go right back to being single. He literally said, ‘I would never date someone like Maisie.’ He’s just trying to make the company look good.”

My stomach twists violently, nausea rising sharply as humiliation washes over me in an overwhelming wave. My eyes sting with tears, embarrassment burning through every cell in my body. They continue laughing, their voices fading as they walk away, but the damage is done.

I feel utterly shattered, betrayed, stupid.

My legs move on autopilot, and before I know it, I’m sprinting out of the building, coffee abandoned on my desk, vision blurred by tears. I don’t stop running until I reach my car, fumbling blindly for my keys.

Inside my car, I break completely. The sobs come in harsh, painful gasps, and I press my forehead against the steering wheel, shaking violently. How could I have been so naïve? How could I have believed any of this was real? Connor Bradford—CEO, gorgeous, perfect—falling for his quirky assistant?

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