Page 13 of Marked By my Boss
“Right,” he says, dragging out the word like it’s soaked in sarcasm, “and you just happened to wake her up from a dream that sounded like a damn romance novel.”
I run a hand through my hair, the barn air thick with hay and saddle oil. “It’s not like that.”
Knox raises an eyebrow. “You sure, because the way you’re acting, it sounds exactly like that. Hell, you told me you were obsessed with her out in the blind, so don’t give me that‘she’s my employee’crap. You want to push boundaries. If you didn’t, she wouldn’t be anywhere near your couch.”
I don’t respond… because he’s not wrong. I could’ve found her a hotel last night. I could’ve watched the door from the parking lot. I could’ve taken her to be with her brother. I’m sure she would’ve been safe there. She seems to trust him, and he’s her family.
“It’s just one night,” I say finally. “We’ll find her a new situation today.”
Knox sets his beer onto the metal workshop table with that famous judgmental look he’s so good at. “Can't wait to hear what the new plan is.”
I shake my head and smile. “Get the hell out of here.”
Knox smirks, grabbing his keys off the table with a dramatic flourish. “Yeah, yeah. Some of us still punch clocks and do an honest day’s work.”
I flip him off without looking, already turning back to the engine block.
He pauses at the door, turning back to say, “You’ve always had a hero complex, man. Just make sure you know what you’re getting into.”
I nod, but I don’t answer.
The barn door creaks open, sunlight slicing through the dust in golden streaks. Knox disappears into it, leaving me alone with the hum of silence and the weight of reality.
I can pretend I’m not attracted to Delilah. I can walk by her desk and pretend not to notice the way her hair falls onto her shoulders, or the way her full breasts rise and fall when she talks. I can pretend not to see the way her ocean blue eyeslinger.
I can’t pretend I don’t have feelings for her.I can’t pretend that her passion, her empathy, and the soft way she handles people’s worst days doesn’t make me want her. I can’t pretend not to notice her strength, her perseverance, her heart.
I stare at the motorcycle engine, but all I see is her curled up on my couch, blanket pulled to her chin, eyes haunted even in sleep, and I know damn well my heart has already decided.
It wants her. I want her. And no matter how many times I tell myself to back off, to be smart, to keep my distance, wanting her feels like gravity.
And last time I checked, gravity doesn’t ask permission.
Chapter Seven
Delilah
I thought a cold shower would do the trick. I thought it would wake me up, remind me that touching myself and fantasizing about my boss is the absolute worst thing to do on so many levels. First off, I have to see this man over and over again for the foreseeable future. Second, he’s so much older than me and said I was‘just a kid,’which implies he’s not interested. Third, he’s trying to be nice and take care of me. It would be so messed up if I reached into my panties and started rubbing my clit while I wear his T-shirt, lay against his pillows, and smell his scent.
That said, I check the window to make sure he’s still in the barn before I lay down on his bed and roll into his pillowcase, breathing in the strong scent of cedar and his natural musk. It’s strong and masculine like he’d be the one standing when everyone else was falling down. Like he’d take care of me, love me, appreciate me in ways no one else ever has.
This is so messed up. I know I should stop. He could come back into the house any second and I really have no business being in his bedroom.
I blame last night’s dream and the surge of pregnancy hormones rushing through my system as I tuck my hand into my panties and circle my engorged, soaking clit.
Rubbing my hand over my breast, I squeeze my nipple and think about last night, about the dream where he’d been milking me, tasting me, moaning for my juices, demanding I wait to come until he’d slipped inside of me.
God, I wonder if he’s that big in real life. I wonder how wide he is, and how long. If it’s anything like the rest of him, I’m sure it’s not a disappointment.
I circle my clit faster, my heart racing as the silky texture of anticipation slips down into my pussy and over my ass. I hadn’t thought about how I’d soak his sheets, how there’d be a part of me left behind for him to lay on top of tonight.
Oh God!
I arch up away from the bed and spin my fingers faster as I scan the room for something to fuck myself with. A candlestick, a random cucumber, a freaking brush handle would do. I don’t care. I need something, and I need it now, but I only see a pen and a remote control. I’m not sure either of those will work.
That said, my hole aches to be filled. Too bad this belly is too big to use my fingers.
I moan too loud, then slap my hand over my face to muffle the sound.
