Every cell in my body throbs as I continue to shake from my powerful orgasm. Vincent flops down on the bed next to me with his eyes closed, panting and sweating.
We lay next to each other on our backs, both coming down from the intense high we just experienced.
Finally, Vincent breaks the silence.
“That was incredible. So fucking hot. Jesus.” He turns his head to look at me. Reaching out, he traces along my jaw, down my neck, and over my shoulder. “So beautiful,” he murmurs more to himself than to me.
Vincent pulls me into his side and arranges us so my arm is flung over his chest and my head is resting on his muscled arm beneath me.
I love the way he handles my body roughly when we’re in the throes of passion, and yet so tenderly afterward. I need both. Need his dominance and his gentleness. His control and his care. Sighing contentedly, I relax into his embrace, feeling safe and happy in his strong arms.
Try as I might to enjoy the afterglow, my stomach twists at the thought of starting off our beautiful relationship on a lie. Everything happened so fast, and when I tried explaining myself, Vincent wouldn’t let me get a word in. He didn’t even want to see me for the longest time, so how was I supposed to explain that I sort of stole the job and I’m not technically qualified for it?
I have to figure out a way to talk to him about it before things spiral out of control. Last night, I let it spill that I worked at Big Ron’s Diner. I think I dodged his questions well enough, but I hate deception and I’m starting to hate myself for lying to Vincent.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Vincent asks. I tip my head up and look at him, but his eyes are closed. A soft smile plays on his lips, making my heart trip all over itself. He looks so peaceful and serene, and every cell in my body rings with joy that I could put him in such a blissed-out state. I don’t want to ruin it with my confession, but I vow to talk to him about everything tonight.
“Just thinking about you,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his cheek. At least it’s not a lie. “And how late it’s getting.” Looking over his shoulder, I see the clock on his nightstand reads six thirty. I’m usually getting my first text with my marching orders for the day right about now. Instead, I’m naked, in bed, with my boss. Vincent groans and rolls over, caging me in as he looms above me.
“My boss gets grumpy if I’m late,” I say with a pout.
Vincent laughs and his whole face lights up. Good Lord, I’m still not used to seeing this man so light and happy. I’ll never get tired of it.
“I hear your boss is a cocky antisocial bastard,” he whispers into the side of my neck before kissing me there.
I smile into his kiss and nod my head. “Yeah, but he’s starting to grow on me.” I’m about to give him some more of that sass he pretends to hate, but I’m cut off by my phone ringing. “Shoot, I better go check on my mom and get cleaned up and stuff. I need to change my clothes and—”
The phone rings again, and Vincent rolls off of me and grabs it from the side table, handing it to me.
“Take your time,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. God, he’s so freaking sweet. Who knew?
Vincent crawls out of bed and stretches, baring his beautifully rugged naked body to me as the light from the window kisses the contours of his muscles. The man gives me a smirk and a wink as he strokes his half-hard cock.
“Juniper? Hellooooo?” My mom’s voice breaks the spell, and Vincent chuckles as a blush spreads across my face.
“Yeah, hi,” I squeak out before clearing my throat. She laughs and asks how I am. We’ve always been open about everything, so she knows where I’ve been all night.
After making sure Mom is up and doing well, I kiss Vincent goodbye and tell him I’m going to change and freshen up at home before coming back into the office.
Forty-five minutes later, I’m dashing through the lobby of Sloan Investments. “Hold the door, please!” I call out, slipping into the elevator at the last minute.
Vincent said to come in whenever, but I don’t want to take advantage of our new relationship. I’m not sure how the whole boss/assistant dynamic is going to work, only that I’m willing to do anything I can to hold on to Vincent. Which means I need to face the music and tell him about how I came to be in his employ.
I know something is wrong the moment I step out of the elevator. Rhonda gives me some strong side-eye then nods her head in the direction of Vincent’s office. “Better get in there if you want a fighting chance at keeping your job.”
“What…?”
Before she can answer, a banshee screech pierces the tension, making Rhonda and I jump. I snap my head in the direction of the noise, my stomach rolling when I realize it’s coming from behind Vincent’s door.
I look back to Rhonda, hoping for some sort of explanation, but her gaze is focused back on her computer, letting me know she’s not going to get any more involved. Okay, then.
Squaring my shoulders, I knock on the solid oak door, swallowing back the lump in my throat. I’m about to knock again, but then the door swings open, revealing a red-faced Jennifer.
Oh shit.
“There she is! The little slut stole my phoneandmy job!” she shrieks. I figured out who the banshee is.
“I didn’t steal your phone,” I say for some reason. Why my brain decided to start there, I’m not sure. “I paid for it fair and square.”