“I didn’t want to ruin this job,” I admit, swallowing hard. “I thought that—”
“You thought wrong,” he growls, running his fingers through my hair. “You know more about this job than my entire staff combined, including me. Your job was never in peril. Hell, mine is, though, because you’re good enough to do my job too.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I want you so fucking badly, Ry. I need you. Seeing Tad touch you made me insane with jealousy. I was seconds from ramming my fist through his face.”
I bite back a chuckle. Poor Tad. He just has one of those faces people want to punch.
“Jealousy on you looks pretty hot.” I tug on the knot on his tie. “So my job is safe?”
“Your employment at my magazine is safe,” he says, smirking, “but your job? Not so much.”
A mixture of dread and confusion has me pulling back. “What?”
“You’re too overqualified to be my assistant. You need more responsibility because you’re smart and market savvy. An asset to this magazine, which is why,” he says as he yanks his tie off the rest of the way and tosses it onto his desk, “I’m promoting you.”
I laugh. “Shut up.”
“I will not shut up.” He flashes me his rare grin I missed all week, the dimple appearing. “Production manager. I want to see if you can handle it.”
“Oh, I can handle it,” I assure him, my heart pumping double time in my chest.
“Good. Consider yourself promoted.” He strokes my hair away from my face, studying me up close. “I’m sorry. I’m not good at people or emotions or relationships. I didn’t want to scare you off in case I came on too strong last weekend, so I tried to let you work through what was wrong.”
“No,” I say with sigh. “I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t want to lose this job. This thing with us felt too good to be real, so I told myself it wasn’t. I tried to focus on the work and not the crazy way you make me feel.”
His lips find my neck and he presses small kisses on the flesh, making me shiver. “We’re both sorry dumbasses. We’ve established that now. Question is, how are we going to fix it?”
“I could get on my knees and properly thank you for my promotion.”
He palms my hard dick over my slacks. “Or, I could get on mine to remind you how much better than Tad I am.”
“There’s no comparison,” I murmur with a groan. “How about you lock the door and then fuck me over your desk since we can’t agree on who gets to suck dick first? I think you fucking me is something we both can agree on.”
“Now you’re talking.” His forehead rests on mine. “As long as you come home with me tonight and every night after.”
“You won’t get sick of me?”
“I still have ninety-seven more versions of my French toast to dazzle you with to make you fall in love with me.”
I don’t tell him the first version pretty much did the trick.
“Do you think things happen for a reason?” I ask, brushing a kiss over his lips.
“Maybe, but then that means my life is a complicated, rough design if it’s been mapped out to lead to this exact moment.”
“Worth the journey?”
“I’d do it again and again if it took me here every time.”
“For such an ice man, you’re awfully romantic.”
He nips at my bottom lip, his eyes burning with fiery heat. “Enough words. Now bend your hot body over my desk and show me the ass I metaphorically traveled all this way for.”
“You’re bossy, Mr. Frosty.”
“Well, I am still your boss, even if I did give you a promotion.”
“See, I told you that you were silly.”
He grinds his erection against mine. “There’s nothing silly about what I’m going to do to your tight little asshole.”
“Adrian!” I laugh as he starts tugging at my clothes, eager to get them off my body.
It isn’t until he’s lubed up and pushing into me that our playfulness fades. His skin slaps against mine with each powerful thrust of his hips as he holds me tight, raining worshipful kisses on any part of me he can get to.
Falling for your boss is probably a bad idea…
But I already did fall for him, and there’s no changing the past.
All I can do is live in the moment with him, hoping we get a million more just like this one.