Page 42 of Bossing My Holiday
The thought has me panting right here in my bed.
I snap myself out of my fantasy and blink to allow my visionto adjust as she pulls back the comforter on my bed. Waverly is stiff as a board, practically fucking the wall for how close she is to the edge, and for a few quiet minutes, I lie on my back and stare up at the ceiling of my childhood bed.
Then I smirk.
“I lost my virginity in this bed.”
She doesn’t respond, but if possible, she tenses up even more, and I keep going.
“It was with my high school girlfriend. It was pretty great for me for obvious reasons, and quite the opposite for her. I was only sixteen and didn’t know what the hell I was doing.” I start to laugh. “My mom walked in on us as we were getting dressed. After that, I was never allowed to have a girl in my room again. It’s why I was shocked she let you sleep in here with me.”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to explain it to me. It’s not like we’re having sex.”
I rub a hand over my jaw and smiling lips.Not yet, sweetheart, but we will. I have to work for it with you. I have to earn it.
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I ask, ignoring her comment.
“I’m not telling you that,” she squawks, affronted.
I roll on my side until I’m staring at the back of her head. “What will you tell me? I’ll take anything you’ve got because even though you’ll think I’m lying, I want to know about you. Everything about you, I’m finding.”
“You don’t need to do this.”
“Waverly, I’ve been a Scrooge. A prick. I know I’ve been a prick. I just didn’t realize the extent until you threw it in my face and made me see just how much of one I’ve been. I thought…” I blow out a breath and roll back away from her, my hands going behind my head, my elbows butterflied out on my pillow. “I thought if I was a dick to you, then I’d stop thinking about you as much as I was. I wouldn’t notice how pretty you are or how smart or how much I looked forward to getting into work early, because you were always there and I’d get to watch you even when you didn’t know I was. It worked. I guess. But not really because my walls were paper-thin, and it didn’t take much to be torn down. I need you, Waverly. I don’t think I know how to work without you anymore. You read me, you anticipate me, you justknowme. And for two years, I’ve been fucking terrified to lose you.”
She doesn’t respond, and I suppose that’s what I deserve.
I sigh. “I just want you to know I’m sorry because I’m likely confusing you with my hot and cold and everything in between. I’m not saying this to step in between you and Brax. That’s not what he and I do with each other. I care about you. A lot, actually. I think you’re incredible. So smart and sweet and perfect. You’re the heartbeat I stopped allowing myself to have.” I clear my throat. “Anyway, I’m sorry if I haven’t shown it all this time, and I’ve been horrible to work for. You have every reason to hate me because I haven’t given you any reasons to like me.”
With that, I roll over, giving her my back and the space she wants. Even if it’s no longer the space I want her to have.
13
WAVERLY
Iwake up with anI slept like crapheadache. A warm palm under my shirt and flat against my belly. And… my boss’s dick pressed right up against my ass. Well, good morning, Mr. Wood—er Ouest. My wide eyes stare at the wall. What do I do? What do I do?! I can’t move because any movement from this close to the edge of the bed will have me either rolling off the bed or rolling back into him. And I can’t push him away…
I could. I guess I could.
But… how? My hands are in front of me, and he’s behind me, and he said he wasn’t a cuddler! Or a boner-ass guy. He never said that last one, but I assumed without the cuddling I wouldn’t have to feel his hard dick. Which isn’t small. I mean, I can tell that just from the base of where it’s pressing into me to the tip of where it stops. He wasn’t wrong about that when he said it yesterday in the car.
Holy St. Dick—er, I mean St. Nick.
That’s not to say he’s hard overme. I know he’s not. Men get erections in the morning. That’s biology. But this is?—
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly are you freaking out right now?”
“Fifteen thousand,” I answer honestly.
“I thought so. I can practically hear your inner monologue.”
“Don’t judge me! Your dick is up my ass!”
He chuckles, warm and soft in my ear, and it’s just now that I notice his bare chest is against my back and his mouth is so close. How did I miss that? Oh yeah, I was too focused on the dick-ass situation.
“I can assure you, my dick is not up your ass. If it were, you wouldn’t be talking, you’d be moaning.”
Oh my fucking god! Did he just say that?! And do people actually moan from having a penis up their ass? I don’t know. I can’t speak from experience here, and that’s not the sort of porn I’ve watched. Though maybe I’ve been missing out.
