Page 39 of Lying to the Boss

“This is it. See? Boring.”

He looks around the room as if he’s in a museum, taking in all the extravagant pieces of art, nodding at each thing like he’s never seen a lamp or dresser before.

“Okay, yeah.” His gaze meets mine. “It’s boring.”

I huff out a laugh.

“But… now that we’re here…” He closes the distance between us again, putting his hand on my hip. My lips part and my skin breaks out into goosebumps. “How about letting me fuck you again?”

Fuck, this man is… he knows exactly what he’s doing.

No pops into my head, of course. Because I always have to give him shit. But my body… it’s saying the complete opposite. And it only takes a little convincing, a little recalling of when we were in the hotel together, to convince my brain to go along with what my body wants.

“You’ll have to be careful,” I say.

His brow furrows. “Are you sore or something?”

I smirk. “No, I just don’t think I put my bed together correctly.”

His smile is slow, and then it turns into a rough laugh.

“Well, it’s a good thing I had a different idea for tonight…”

“Different? I hope you don’t mean—”

“No,” he cuts in. “Sorry, but I bottomed once in my life and have never wanted to do it again.”

“Trust me, that’s fine, because I don’t like topping. It feels awkward.”

His arm tightens around me. “Just another reason we’re perfect for each other, Tage.”

“Another?” I question, not recalling him pointing out any others. Though he probably has some crazy long list in his brain.

“I’m sure there are others.”

Now I laugh.

“What’s your idea?” I ask, reaching for his belt.

“I was thinking you could ride me.”

“Just now, or have you thought about it before?”

“I jerked off thinking about it last night.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, flicking my gaze up to his. My fingers start to tremble as they work at his belt. “That’s so hot. Thinking about you touching yourself.”

“I’ll show you sometime.”

I grasp the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss him. It’s messy and rough and everything I want.

Chapter Fifteen

Lane

We tumble onto the bed that doesn’t feel as sturdy as it looks. It wiggles and creaks. Tage is being more aggressive than normal. It’s not that he’s in control, but he’s being more forward about what he wants. Leading. Taking.

I don’t hate it. Especially when he’s about to ride my cock.