Page 47 of Hired By the Enemy
Some of the stress on Matthew’s face dissolves, and a grin takes over. “Hello, my rosebud.”
I wag my eyebrows. “You want to head back to the villa before lunch?”
“Most definitely.”
“Ah, young love,” Carl says as I grab Matthew’s hand.
I’m too busy tugging Matthew away to come up with a retort.
But once we’re inside the villa, I don’t jump him immediately like normal. Instead, I study his face.
“How did your meeting go?”
Matthew screws up his face. “It was okay.”
I know he’s lying. I fix him with a look. “What happened?”
He runs a hand through his hair and heaves a deep sigh. “Just more of the usual. I’m trying to sell my team on my vision for our five-year strategic plan, but certain team members seem determined to oppose me every step of the way.”
“Paul?” I guess.
“The one and only.”
“That guy is such a douchebag,” I say.
Matthew’s lips lift up in a small smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that term.”
“Well, it fits him, doesn’t it?”
“Totally and absolutely. Your linguistic skills are completely accurate in this instance.”
Matthew’s superior intellect was something he taunted mewith growing up, so I don’t understand why it turns me on so much now.
Maybe it’s because I know how smart Matthew is, and the knowledge that such an advanced brain wants me is good for my ego?
Whatever the reason, Matthew standing there looking all nerdy-cute and using complex vocab really does it for my cock.
My face must give something away because Matthew’s eyes darken with lust.
But when he reaches for me, I take a step back.
A look of hurt crosses his face. “You don’t want to have a quickie?”
“I’d prefer you explain more about what Paul did that upset you,” I say.
He blinks at me for a few seconds. “I kind of want to forget about it right now. Maybe we could talk about it later?”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Because right now, I’ve got some better ideas of things we could be doing with our mouths.”
“You were always an ideas guy,” I say as Matthew pushes me back onto the bed.
And I feel the puff of Matthew’s laugh on me as he wrenches down my shorts and boxers.
It turns out Matthew’s great idea is for an epic sixty-nine session.
Hey, I’m not going to argue with a guy who has literally made millions of dollars from his mind.
