Who's the Boss? - Erin McCarthy Page 0,35

four months,” I said.

The look she gave me was one of curiosity and I might have been concerned I had revealed too much except that her pussy felt so fucking good and that was all that mattered at that moment. It was the truth. I’d been thinking about her, wanting her, since the night we’d met in the elevator.

And now I had her.

She slapped the back of my thigh. “So what are you waiting for? Finish it.”

Oh, she was really asking for it, and given the look on her face, she knew it. She gave me a sly smile.

“I’ll finish you,” I told her, as I started to move inside her, the feel of her body surrounding my cock making me urgent and restless.

I didn’t hold back, because she clearly didn’t want me to. She could take as good as she gave and I pounded into her with a fast, hard rhythm. This wasn’t the time to take it slow, to tease her. This first time needed to be about meeting this driving need I’d had for her all week.

“Sean,” she said, sounding breathless as each thrust pushed her against the headboard. “You feel so good. Give me all that hard cock.”

That she didn’t hesitate to say what she wanted, what she needed was the biggest turn-on ever. We locked eyes as she gave a shudder and had another orgasm. There was something about the connection between us that had me joining her in falling over the edge, way faster than I would have intended. She was just so gorgeous and so easy to arouse that when I stared down into her rich, chocolate eyes, and saw that desire for me, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I gritted my teeth and let the ecstasy wash over me.

It was a deep release and immensely satisfying.

The feeling was immediately chased by a sensation that this was too much. That I needed to pull back and get the hell out of there. Yep. This had been one of the stupidest things I’d done in recent memory because now that I’d had Isla, I just wanted more.

This felt like a preamble to a string of hot, erotic nights together.

Except we couldn’t do that.

There was no having a relationship with her because I didn’t do relationships like that, but more to the point, we worked together. I was her boss. There was no way that wouldn’t get messy, so this had to be it. One time. The problem with that? I wanted more. Way, way more.

I had fucked Isla and in doing so I had fucked myself.

Seven

Trying to remember how to breathe, I lay underneath Sean and wondered how it was possible to have had sex that amazing with something I wasn’t even sure I liked. Respected as a chef? Yes. Liked? The jury was still out. Apparently that didn’t matter because the sex had been stellar.

“This was a great idea,” Sean said.

It was the best idea. Maybe ever.

“Now we don’t have to have this tension between us. We got it out of our system.”

He was still in me, but sure, right. If he meant that he was satisfied with the sex, I would agree with that. I was satisfied. “Yes. You’re definitely out of my system.”

For the next five minutes, anyway. Now that I knew what it felt like, I wanted more. Greedy, grabby hands, give me some more of that dick. I knew that was a terrible idea but it didn’t make me want it any less.

“Same here. This was the right move to make. Because it was getting awkward at work and neither of us want that.”

“Why was it awkward?” I asked, wanting a little clarification.

“Because we had unfinished business from that kiss. Now we can just be co-workers and we won’t have any of this between us.” He gestured to our naked, sweaty, and still thoroughly entwined bodies.

I wasn’t sure what point he was trying to make, but it would be really fantastic if he just stopped talking. I made a noncommittal sound and tried to hang on to my afterglow.

“Should we shake on it?” he asked, giving me what he probably thought was a charming smile.

“Shake on what?” I eyed Sean. “I swear if you stick your hand in my face right now, I will smack it away,” I told him, losing my grip on any sort of post-orgasm good vibes.

He frowned. “I was actually kidding. What’s wrong?”

Wow, he was clueless sometimes. “Nothing. Can you just get off of me?