Page 83 of Hot for the Boss

She raises a dark brow. “Give me some breakfast, and we’ll see who has trouble keeping up.”

We stand close, swaying to the music for a wordless moment. I’ve never heard this song, but I like it. Sexy. Romantic. The female vocalist says she’s head over heels in love. She tells her man to look no further, that everything he wants is right in front of him. I’m in total agreement as I press kisses down her neck and across her exposed shoulder, covered only by the spaghetti strap of her tank.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Nia rolls her hips, grinding back into me. I groan as the woman sings that her heart goes ba-dum, biddy-da-dum. I relate.

“I like this. I want to play it while I fuck you.” I make my point by dragging my thumb over the top of her cleft, hovering over her clit.

Her breath catches. “Yeah…”

“What’s the name of this song?”

“‘Boo’d Up’ by Ella Mai.”

“You got more music like this?”

“Like what?”

“Sexy.” When she nods, I smile as I nip at her lobe. “How long did you say those pancakes will take?”

“Ten minutes.” Her voice strains as she gyrates back against me.

“The faster you’re done, the sooner I can make you feel really good.” To make sure she gets my point, I tease between her legs again until I hear her breath hitch, until I feel her body tense.

“Maybe we can skip pancakes, after all.”

“Eager?” I taunt.

“You do this to me, Evan. Always have, since the first time you touched me.”

“Same, honey.” I grab her a little tighter. “I can’t seem to get enough.”

Nia turns in my arms. “Try not to, okay?”

There’s something in her eyes… She’s vulnerable, anxious. Does she really think I could get tired of her? Leave her? I don’t know if this is love. Maybe. I never felt it with Becca so I’d know for sure. But I’m pretty certain of a few things…

“I never want what we’ve got to end. I’m always going to crave you. You’re not like anything I’ve felt or imagined. Believe that.”

She nods slowly, but I see on her face that she’s wondering if that will be enough.

As I caress a stray dark wave away from her cheek, I know she wants reassurance. She wants to know if I love her.

I need to figure my shit out. Nia deserves that.

“Eat. I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“You want some pancakes?”

“I’ll make eggs,” I hedge.

She cocks her head and gives me a little pout. “But I make amazing pancakes. I slip in a little vanilla and cinnamon. They’re so light and fluffy and⁠—”

“I have no doubt they’re delicious.” Even the sound of them makes my mouth water.

She sighs. “But they’re not healthy enough, right?”

“You know me. I try to keep my diet high in protein, low in fat and carbs. It promotes a healthy weight and blood pressure, not to mention⁠—”