Page 117 of Bossman

By the time my vision cleared, Chase was back on his knees as he undid his pants. His cock was so swollen, it bulged against the material, making it difficult to pull down the zipper. It was my turn to lick my lips.

He buried his head in my neck and began to suck hard on the sensitive skin below my ear, mimicking what he’d just done to my clit.

“I’m going to apologize now because this isn’t going to be easy,” he said. “I have no restraint left when it comes to you.”

“Do it. I want it that way. All I’ve ever wanted was you. As is.”

Chase didn’t have to be asked twice. He aligned his incredibly swollen head with my opening and covered my mouth with his as he pushed himself inside. Kissing me like I was the air he needed to breathe, he seated himself deep inside of me. I could feel his body shake as he waited for my muscles to relax around him. Then he began to move. Really move—pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, over and over again.

My nails dug into his back as my body greedily clenched down around him. Each time he withdrew made me want him more and more, until my body was begging for climax.

“Fuck, Reese.” He pulled back enough to look at me. “I want to fill your body with my come. Every part of you. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass. I want to own it all.”

I was helpless as pleasure crashed through me. I heard myself calling his name, but it was more like an out-of-body experience as I throbbed all around him. Distantly, I heard Chase grumble a string of curses as he sank into me deep. Then I felt his amazing body shudder as he released.

Later, my head rested on his chest while I listened to his heartbeat. He stroked my hair as we lay content and sated.

“I really am sorry for the last few weeks,” he said. “I acted like a total asshole.”

I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hand above his heart. “You did. But it’s okay. I forgive you. Well, you’ll be making it up to me for a long time. But my heart has already absolved your sins.”

I was joking, of course, but Chase responded seriously. “Thank you.”

I yawned. “So it was good, old-fashioned jealousy that made you come to your senses, huh? If I’d known that, I would’ve taken Owen out on a hot date weeks ago and saved us both a headache.”

“Actually, seeing you with another man might have pushed me over the edge, but it was something else that made me realize what you meant to me.”

“Oh? What was that?”

“It was a poster. It said Don’t focus on the what ifs. Focus on what is.”

“Meaning focus on what you have and not what could have been?”

He nodded. “Exactly.”

I dropped a kiss directly over his heart, nervous to ask the question, but needing to know the answer. “What do we have, Chase?”

He pulled me up so we were eye to eye. “Everything.”

Epilogue

REESE — NEARLY ONE YEAR LATER

I wondered if he knew what today was.

Chase didn’t see me immediately when he walked into the restaurant. I was seated in the corner of the bar, partially concealed by a couple sitting at a pub table. I stole the moment to appreciate the beauty of the man without him knowing I was looking. My man. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to how incredibly handsome he was.

You know how after a while even the most amazing things become familiar and you start to forget that the sight once took your breath away? Shiny things lose their luster in our eyes even though they still sparkle? Yeah, well, that never happened to me with Chase Parker. Even after a year to the day, he still took my breath away and sparkled every moment.

I watched as his sharp eyes scanned the room. For a second, I considered shifting in my seat to hide, just so I could take more time to appreciate him properly. My soon-to-be-live-in boyfriend was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was well aware of it, too. His cocky, self-assured attitude only added to the list of things that made him attractive. Factor in wealthy, brilliant, and exceptional in bed (not to mention in his office, in the car, on the kitchen floor, on top of the washing machine, and most recently on the conference room table in my new office space), and it was no wonder the hostess was currently frothing at the mouth as she vied for his attention.

Finding me across the room, his gorgeous face softened, and he gave me the sexy, dimpled smile I knew was only for me. He strode across the restaurant, completely zoned in on his intended target. Goosebumps littered my arms as I watched his determined face. Reaching me, he said nothing, instead greeting me the way he frequently did when we went more than a day without seeing each other. Winding my hair around his hand, he gave it a soft tug and took my mouth in a deep kiss that wasn’t really appropriate for a restaurant bar, although that would never stop him.

I was still lightheaded when he pulled away and spoke in a strained voice. “Next time, I’m going with you.”

“You could have come this time. I told you that.”

“You also told me you would be gone two days, not five.”