Breaking up with My Boss - Alexis Winter Page 0,59

his mouth and hands work harder, wanting my release.

He pushes me over the edge and I ride out every spiral, every peak, and then the fall. When my moans quiet and my body seems to relax, he pulls his hand away and removes his mouth. In one quick motion, he picks me up against him and carries me into my bedroom across the hall. He kicks the door shut behind us, then drops me onto the bed. I’m completely naked and waiting for him as I watch him undress.

I can’t help but watch him move. He doesn’t look like just any man getting undressed. His every move seems precise and purposeful. His hands make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt. When he pulls it away, his chest and abs are flexed with tension. His hands fall down to his jeans and he unfastens them, his biceps bulging. Finally, he pushes them down his legs and his alert cock springs free, pointing directly at me. He climbs onto the bed and seeks me out. He covers my body with his and his lips find mine again. As he kisses me, he positions himself at my entrance and pushes deep inside. Even though I just got off only moments before, finally becoming one feels like I’ve been starving for him—like all is finally right in the world.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him to me. I want him to be imprisoned too: seeing, living, and breathing nothing but me.

I wake in the morning when my alarm goes off. High tea. Great. I don’t mind going, and I was even excited about getting to know his grandmother, but after last night, there’s only one thing I really want to do: stay with him. Forever. I never want to part. Things felt different last night. It felt like our relationship changed, and I’m afraid the spell will break. I want him by my side always. But that’s completely unreasonable and impossible. We’re two different people with two different lives. We can’t just lock ourselves away together and ignore the rest of the world. I’ll just have to settle with the few hours a day I get with him. I roll over to find the bed empty. He’s already gotten up, but I don’t think much of it as I get up to shower and dress.

I exit my bedroom an hour later, dressed in a cream-colored dress that looks expensive and elegant. I complement it with a conservative pair of nude kitten heels. My hair is pulled back into a neat bun and my makeup is done softly, only bringing out my features rather than adding to them. I look around the house but he’s nowhere to be found. Finally, I approach his office and knock.

“Come in,” he says from the other side, and I open the door and step in.

“What do you think? Will your grandmother approve?” I ask, spinning in a circle.

He smiles as he sits back and drinks me in. “I think she will very much approve,” he agrees, standing up and walking over to me.

He pulls me against his chest and kisses me.

I pull back to study his expression. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why?”

I shrug, still in his arms. “It’s just you were acting a little off last night after the courier arrived, and today you left me alone in bed. You never do that.”

He nods. “I just had some work that needed my attention if I’m going to be taking a couple days off.”

I frown. “You’re taking some days off?”

He nods. “So are you. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”

“Of course, but why do we need time off?”

“It’s a surprise. I’m taking you away,” he whispers conspiratorially.

I smile. “You are?”

He nods. “I’ll give you a hint.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “Pack a bathing suit . . . a very small one. We’ll be away from prying eyes for the next week—lost in our own little piece of paradise.”

I smile.

He pulls back. “What do you think? Do you want to come away with me?”

“I’ll go anywhere with you,” I tell him, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. “But if I’m late for tea, I have a feeling your grandmother might just break my legs . . . and a full leg cast doesn’t pair well with a bikini.”

H releases me and steps back, pulling out his wallet. He hands over a credit card. “After tea, go shopping for some beach clothes: