Breaking up with My Boss - Alexis Winter Page 0,58

that shit to someone else. I don’t want it. I told you that years ago. And stay the hell away from my fiancée.” I hang up the phone and sit back in my chair, quietly seething.

Twenty-One

Poppy

I don’t know what’s going on, but Matthew has been in his office for nearly an hour. He didn’t even finish eating dinner. I leave everything on the table because I don’t want to put it away if he isn’t done, and I take a shower, thinking he’ll be done with whatever he’s doing by the time I get out. I wash, shave, and dress in my normal long T-shirt and panties. When I step out of my room, his office door is still closed.

Wanting to check to make sure he’s okay, I knock on the door.

“Come in,” he says dejectedly from the other side.

I open the door, stepping in halfway. “I didn’t want to clean up the food if you’re not done.” I motion toward the living room.

He shakes his head slightly. “I completely forgot. I’ve been dealing with my father’s bullshit.”

“Everything okay?” I ask, noticing that the fine lines between and around his eyes are more visible than usual.

He nods and lets out a long, deep breath. “Just . . . my father. I’m always surprised by the lengths he goes to, although I’m not sure why anymore. There’s no hoop too big for him to jump through.”

I nod, not wanting to be pushy or butt into his family business. “Well, I’m pretty tired, so I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

“Come here,” he demands quietly.

As I walk toward his desk, he scoots his chair back and I sit on his lap. He looks deeply into my eyes for a long moment. I begin to wonder what he’s thinking, but then his hand comes up to cup my cheek. Slowly, he leans in, his lips finding mine.

This kiss isn’t like most of our kisses. Usually, when we come together, it’s out of desperation. It’s always fast and hard and rushed. But this kiss is soft and slow—teasing not only my body but my heart and mind too. I get lost in this kiss, in him. I take it deeper, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on mine—that slight hint of brandy on his breath, and the way his hands feel against my skin. I lift myself up, placing a leg on either side of him so I can face him directly.

Now that we’re face-to-face, with me on his lap, he leans forward, arms wrapping around my waist. His hands fall down to my ass as he gathers my shirt in his hands, finding the exposed skin of my ass beneath it. Everything about this man enthralls me. He captures my attention and never releases it. I’m his prisoner, and I don’t care to ever escape. He is my prison, and his arms are the bars keeping me in place. I’m institutionalized with no hope of surviving on my own.

His lips fall from mine, working their way across my jaw and down my neck. I let my head fall back, exposing more of my throat to him. He peppers my skin with hot, scorching kisses until my shirt cuts him off, then he yanks it above my head and continues with his work, making his way to my breasts.

With his hands on my hips, I lean back until my back is against his desk. This position change gives him better access to my chest. His hands hold tight on my hips, but his mouth is free to kiss, lick, suck, and nibble. He sucks my hard nipple into his hot mouth with so much suction that it’s nearly painful, but it’s delightful, making every muscle tighten in anticipation. I feel a tingle forming in my stomach and know it won’t take much to have me spiraling.

As if he can read my mind, his hand pushes my panties to the side and his fingers dip inside. His fingers move inside me while his thumb massages my sensitive nub. His mouth continues sucking, and before I know it, the mix of pleasure is exactly what I need to come undone. My hands, which are holding on to his shoulders, squeeze tighter, my nails are biting into his skin, and my breathing picks up as the first wave of my release hits me with unrelenting power, enough to drown me. I let out a loud moan that makes his cock stiffen against me, but