Page 16 of The Boss’s Obsession
Color shot to Sienna’s cheeks, and she blinked at me.
“I got your email about new assistants,” I said, herding her around the table.
She backed up slowly. “And? Anyone you like?”
“Not even remotely.”
“Oh, I guess we’ll keep on looking,”
“Don’t bother, I won’t find anyone like you. Everyone is bound to be a disappointment.”
Sienna stopped, her mouth dropping open as she gripped the back of a chair and stared at me. “You can’t say things like that. It might not be a big deal to you, but it’s a huge deal to me. It’s not appropriate.”
“I don’t care. In fact, I’m beginning to understand the problem we’ve been having with our relationship,” I said, taking a step toward her. Suddenly, everything seemed so clear.
“What’s that?” Sienna asked, eyeing me like I was a wolf closing in.
“We’ve been trying to keep it too damn appropriate,” I said to her, reaching around the table and grabbing her before she could back away. “I’m tired of being appropriate with you.”
Sienna wet her lips again, like her mouth was dry and her skin tight, and I knew exactly how she felt. I was burning with desire for her just as badly.
“If you think that dangling perks like last night in front of me will get me to change my mind, it won’t.”
“Perks?” I questioned, trying to understand how exactly Sienna thought that letting me finally get my hands on her was a perk for her and not me.
She wet her lips, her eyes landing on my mouth. The hunger in her look set my blood on fire. I would have this woman. This woman was mine. Rules, be damned. Age gap be damned.
“Was coming against me while I fucked you through my clothes a perk?”
She swallowed hard, her cheeks heating. “It was for me. I’ve never done it before,” she admitted quietly.
A ragged laugh left my chest. “Believe me, Sienna, I haven’t either. I’m far too old for it-,”
“No, I mean, I haven’t come with someone else in the room before,” she blurted out, blunt and honest, stopping my heart for a second.
I stared hard at her, lust raging, only overpowered by the sense of primitive possession I felt in my chest. “What? You’re telling me you’re a virgin?”
The words didn’t make any sense. Sienna was gorgeous and funny as hell. She lived in New York in her own apartment, and I knew she socialised sometimes, far more than myself. How could she still be a virgin?
Sienna’s eyes flashed, and something burned in her eyes. “What? Not everyone feels comfortable jumping into bed with someone they’ve just met and you’ve kept me so busy, I’ve barely had time to think about going on dates, never mind meeting someone I liked. It’s not my fault you’ve taken up all the space in my head!”
“Good,” I heard myself growl.
Sienna stilled, her mouth dropping open. “What?”
“I said good,” I repeated, pressing forward, bringing my hard-on against her taut middle. “I’m glad I kept you too busy to see anyone else. I’m glad I’ve monopolised your time, and taken up all the space in your head… Good that no one else has been inside you, like I’m going to be. That experience is special, and you’ll never forget it, and I want it to be mine.”
Her eyes stared into mine, her pupils blown with want. I knew she could only possibly feel a fraction of the want that consumed me, and yet, it was enough for me. I could accept that no one would ever want anyone, the way I wanted her. After years of lack of appreciation for what love was, I was getting it, suddenly, like a strike of lightning to the heart. The meaning of movies and songs that had previously felt alien to me, suddenly made sense. This was what it meant to feel incomplete without another person. I realized in that moment that I’d fallen hard and fast for Sienna, maybe since the first day we’d met, and in the year that had followed, seeing her every day had made my life complete. Now, only the threat of her leaving shook me out of my stupor to understand. Sienna wasn’t just my assistant. She wasn’t just a favor to an old friend. She was everything, and if she let me, I’d give her everything in return for being mine.
I had her backed against the small table, and now, grabbed her hips and slid her onto the painted surface. She held my shoulders.
“Does that mean you’re going to be my first? And it’s happening right now?” Sienna was breathless, a look of anticipation curving her beautiful mouth.
I pushed her legs wide, her tiny cotton sleep shorts hiding very little of her pussy, and stepped between her thighs to press my forehead against hers.
“It means I plan to be your first, last, and everything. And yes, it’s happening right now, unless you don’t want me as much as I want you, in which case, you should tell me right now while I still have some blood left in my head to understand the words.”
Sienna laughed, her breath warm against my lips. She tilted her head back, breaking contact, and presenting her mouth to me like a fucking banquet I couldn’t wait to savor.
