Page 33 of Stuck with the Hot Boss
He thrust into her again, and Evie cried out in pleasure. Then it all got very physical, and it was fortunate that Leo could afford a quality bed because Evie’s bed right now wouldbe kindling. Leo’s panted ‘Shit …’coincided with Evie’s orgasm flaring through her like a fireworks display, and it all got very physicalandshouty.
Some time later, possibly centuries, Evie began to be aware of her surroundings. Her arm draped over Leo’s sweaty warm chest, her face pressed into his shoulder. The slight roughness of linen beneath her. The scent of salt and spice, and something floral, too. Probably a super expensive candle. Or – crazy possibility – actual flowers.
Evie turned her head and looked around. Leo’s bedroom was very small and, apart from the heap of clothes on the floor, ridiculously neat. A set of shelves by the bed held tidy bookstacks. There were some terrible business books, true, but there were also some excellent novels that had obviously been read because the spines showed wear. There was also a lovely photo of Leo as a teenager with a couple that had to be his parents. Their faces were so proud.
‘That was taken in New York.’
Leo lay on his side, propped up on one elbow.
‘I’d just signed with ahugemodelling agency. They shouted us all a trip over to mark the occasion.’
‘How old were you?’
Leo stared at his younger self. ‘Fifteen. Dumb as a box of rocks.’
Evie cupped his cheek, caressed it with her thumb. ‘Be kind to young Leo,’ she said. ‘He was a lot cooler than you think. How else could he have grown up to be such an amazing human?’
‘Praise,’ said Leo, flatly.
‘Suck it up,’ said Evie.
Leo smiled. ‘My worst nightmare.’ He kissed her gently. ‘And the best thing that ever happened to me.’
Evie kissed him back. ‘Do you want to hang out this weekend? Visit some art galleries, museums, Kew gardens? Or, you know, stay in bed for the whole two days …?’
‘There’s a great talk on at the Imperial War Museum,’ said Leo.
‘I think I liked you better when you weren’t funny,’ Evie informed him.
Leo grinned and ran his thumb lightly across the underside of her bare breasts. Evie shivered, the sudden tautness of her nipples a contrast to the liquefying of her insides. Her happy place began to pulse with some urgency. Luckily, Leo’s hand was already moving south.
‘How do you like me now?’ he murmured, as his fingers and thumb found parts of her Evie hadn’t evenknowncould be stimulated.
‘Don’t get cocky,’ said Evie.
‘On second thoughts,’ she managed, before she was robbed of speech, ‘that’sexactlywhat you should be.’
Chapter Seventeen
Evie went home to her flat on Sunday night. She needed a change of clothes for work the next day, and to check that she could still walk unaided. Nicky was in the living room reading a Jilly Cooper novel.
‘All good?’ she enquired.
‘Bliss,’ Evie replied, flopping down in an armchair. ‘Multiplebliss.’
‘Golf-boy knows what he’s doing, then?’ said Nicky. ‘He’s not just a pretty arse?’
‘You noticed his arse?’
‘A standout,’ said Nicky. ‘One for the arse hall of fame.’
‘He has a tattoo that starts on his hip bone,’ said Evie, ‘and goes down–’
‘Into the V?’
‘The blissful V.’
‘Nice.’
