Page 37 of Crossing Between
With one final, powerful thrust, the universe shattered around me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me, radiating outward to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I cried out his name, my voice breaking as my body convulsed beneath him. Every muscle tensed, my mind emptying of everything except pure, perfect sensation.
Varon followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he groaned against my skin. I felt his release, the way his powerful body trembled against mine, his fingers digging into my hip with an intensity that only heightened my own pleasure. He collapsed onto me, his weight was a delicious anchor as aftershocks continued to ripple through me. His breath came in hot, ragged pants against my neck, mingling with the fine sheen of sweat on my skin.
We remained entangled, neither of us willing to break the connection as our racing hearts gradually slowed to a synchronized rhythm. The world beyond our joined bodies slowly came back into focus, the distant sounds of the city, the cool air against our heated skin. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, savoring the silky texture.
Finally, Varon lifted his head, and what I saw in his eyes made my breath catch. Vulnerability, wonder, and something deeper pooled in those dark depths as they searched mine. He lowered his mouth to mine, and this kiss was different. Tender, kind, his lips brushing against mine with such gentleness that it somehow felt more intimate than what we'd just shared. As we lay wrapped in each other's arms, his heartbeat steady against my chest, a certainty bloomed withinme. This wasn't just passion or chemistry or the thrill of the forbidden. I was falling for my boss.
Chapter 27: Zoey
I woke up the next morning feeling pleasantly sore, stretching languidly in Varon's ridiculously comfortable bed. My muscles protested slightly at the movement, reminding me of last night's activities. A small smile played on my lips as I remembered how Varon had made me feel.
The house was quiet as I made my way downstairs, dressed in one of Varon's oversized shirts. I found Elias and Kenji in the kitchen, both looking exhausted after being gone for twenty-four hours of searching. Dark circles shadowed their eyes, and their usual energetic demeanors were subdued.
"Any news?" I asked hopefully, though their expressions already told me the answer.
Kenji's jaw clenched. Without warning, he spun and slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a sizable dent in the drywall. The sudden burst of violence made me jump. This wasn't like him at all. Kenji was usually the one cracking jokes and lightening the mood.
"Hey," I kept my voice soft, approaching him like I would a wounded animal. "Come sit down. Both of you. Let me make you some teaand food."
They didn't protest as I guided them to the kitchen table. I busied myself preparing a pot of green tea and assembling some sandwiches from the supplies in Varon's well-stocked kitchen.
As they ate, Elias managed a small smirk. "So," clearly trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, "How was Varon's cock?"
My face instantly flamed red hot. I nearly dropped the mug I was holding, fumbling to catch it as tea sloshed over the rim. Before I could stammer out a response, Varon himself appeared in the doorway.
"Stop teasing her," he said, smacking Elias on the back of the head as he passed. His eyes settled on Kenji, taking in his tense posture and the hole in his wall. "We all need a break from this case. When's the last time we had a gaming night?"
"It's been a while," Kenji admitted, some of the tension leaving his shoulders.
"Perfect. I just got the new Smash Bros. Nothing like virtually beating the crap out of each other to relieve some stress."
The suggestion seemed to work. Even Kenji cracked a small smile.
I followed Varon through his massive house to what appeared to be the dedicated gaming room. My jaw dropped at the sight of the projector screen that took up an entire wall.
Talk about gaming in style.
"I call Greninja!" I shouted, diving for one of the controllers. The guys laughed at my enthusiasm, but I didn't care. I'd been playing Smash Bros since I was a kid, and Greninja was my absolute favorite.
We settled into the plush gaming chairs, and for the next several hours, the room filled with trash talk, laughter, and the occasional curse as we battled it out. I surprised them with my skills, managing to hold my own against their clearlypracticed moves. I laughed, bragging about how I would play with my younger brother as we were growing up.
Around 2 AM, Elias had dozed off in his chair, controller dangling from limp fingers. He looked adorable, his usual stern expression softened in sleep. Varon excused himself for a video call with Bradley, leaving just Kenji and me.
"One more match?" Kenji grinned at me, his blue eyes sparkling with challenge.
"You're on!" I accepted, though my fingers were starting to cramp.
The match was intense, both of us down to our last life. But in the end, Kenji's Pikachu managed to knock my Greninja off the platform.
"No!" I flopped back dramatically in my chair while Kenji celebrated with a victory dance that had me giggling uncontrollably.
"So what do I win?" he asked, dropping into the chair next to mine with a playful smirk.
I felt bold, maybe from exhaustion or maybe from the lingering high of last night with Varon. "How about a kiss?" I suggested, then quickly added, "But first, you have to tell me something about yourself I don't know. Fair trade?"
Kenji's expression softened as he considered this. "Well, obviously I'm obsessed with sushi," he started, making me roll my eyes playfully. "And sometimes I miss Japan. Like the festivals, the food, the whole atmosphere."
I nodded, encouraging him to continue. He seemed to be building up to something.
