Dear Grumpy Boss (Bossily Ever After #1)

13. Sasha

Thirteen

Sasha

The lights come on with a vengeance just as Zayn is toweling me down.

For a second, I’m so badly disoriented that I nearly sway at the sight of my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes are wide, my mouth looks smudged, and my flesh is all shades of pink and honey gold from the thorough rubdown he’s given me.

I look different.

I look fucked to within an inch of my life.

I look…beautiful in that raw and real way that Zayn described me this afternoon.

Was it just this morning that I tendered my resignation? That I thought my life with my grumpy boss was over?

I feel like a different Sasha. Not just beautiful, but bold and decisive and sexy. Like a romance novel heroine, I reached for what I wanted and God, the bounty I received in return…

And no, I’m not going to dwell on the ending of this story. Not when Zayn’s passion and possession are primal reminders inked into my flesh. There are several dark smudges on my skin—around my breasts and on my hips and near my inner thighs —all thanks to him. Over the arch of my neck, there’s a darker bruise from his teeth.

My nipples look puffy and when I shift restlessly for just a second, discombobulated by this version of me, I feel the soreness between my thighs.

No, not soreness, so much as an ache. An emptiness. There’s Zayn-shaped emptiness in my pussy and my heart, everywhere. As if he unmade and then remade me, to be even more in love with him.

Remembering where I am, I look back and down over my shoulder. After a quick shower—a feast for my already sensitized senses in the dark—he is on his knees behind me, rubbing body oil into my legs.

Jet-black hair stuck to his scalp, his face is even more angular than usual. And for some reason, he looks as wrecked as I feel. Even though I haven’t left marks on his flesh. I want to.

Amber eyes hold mine and slowly, he leans forward and digs his teeth into my plump ass cheek.

The bite is sharp enough that I flinch. Only it brings keener awareness to the throbbing pulse between my legs. The sight of him like this, fingers clutching my thighs and face pressed into my ass…my filthiest daydream didn’t conjure this.

His gaze sweeps over my body in the bright lights, the irises shining with pleasure. “What a bountiful body you have, Mouse.” Hands on my hips, he turns me and presses soft kisses over the curve of my belly.

His fingers trail up and down my folds, with a few detours to my clit, drawing out fresh slick from me. I shiver and grip the marble counter.

“Poor baby girl. Look how puffed up and swollen this pussy looks,” he says.

His thick, coarse hair tickles my inner thigh and it’s another new sensation to take in.

I barely process it when I feel his warm breaths over those puffy folds. His muscled shoulders wedge between my thighs, nearly knocking me off my feet.

But he doesn’t let me fall.

My eyes roll back in my head when he gives a tentative lick over my slit and up toward my clit. “Tart honey…I’m already addicted to this taste, Mouse. How will I find it if you leave me?”

Fingers gripping his hair, I widen my stance. The last thing I want to think of now is tomorrow or the future.

“Zayn…Zayn…” I whimper.

His laughter vibrates through my folds, adding another layer to my arousal. This time, he gets me to the edge with soft, patient, infinite flicks of his tongue. His fingertips do some kind of feral tap dance over my clit. It’s a slow, sweet climb to the peak, but when the orgasm comes for me, it wrenches me apart into so many shards. I shiver and shake violently.

My knees buckle but before I fold onto the floor, he catches me, picks me up and brings me back to the bed.

I sigh as he turns me to my side and pulls the duvet over us.

He made sure to feed me every morsel of the sweet and savory treats from the plate before he pulled me into the shower. My belly is full, and my body is humming with a sweet buzz. And my heart expands to one hundred times its size. The love I feel for him vibrates through every cell in me and I wish this night never would never end.

His chest is still damp. He tugs me close, one forearm planted under my tits, and I can hear his heart’s thundering beat against my back.

I’m grateful he didn’t turn the lights back on. The darkness is my friend as hot tears fill my eyes. I rub my palm over his hair-roughened forearm as his fingers draw loops and swirls over my hip and thigh.

“Zayn?”

“Yes, Mouse?”

“Thank you for…everything.” My voice wobbles and I draw in a deep breath to steady it. The last thing I want is to cling to him or cry all over him. Zayn might be attached to me in some roundabout, twisted way that I don’t understand yet but he’s even more allergic to any kind of emotional drama. He’s had enough to live through in his childhood and teen years with his bullying father. “I’ll never forget this night.”

His laugh as he trails his mouth down my back is gruff and a little…scornful. I frown and try to turn but he keeps me locked against him by throwing a leg over mine.

“Who said it’s over yet, Mouse? I’ll let you know when your gratitude is due.”

Now I know he’s not just angry but fuming.

“Zayn, why are—”

“Enough talking, Mouse. I think I’ve indulged you enough.”

Affection spurts in my chest like warm honey. “You did. More than I ever expected.”

“So, now it’s time for you to shut up and let me sleep.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” I say, stifling my disappointment. Didn’t he just say he wasn’t done with me? “Goodnight, Zayn.”

His fingers drift aimlessly over my belly and under my breasts, squeezing and pinching and stroking. I sense the restlessness in him before he says, “I’m too wired to fall asleep, Mouse.”

I squirm, wanting to spring into action but he doesn’t let me even budge. “I have a bottle of the OTC sleep pills you take in my bag. Let me just—”

His fingers come around my neck and tap on my lips. “You agreed to give me whatever I want tonight, yeah?”

With my tongue wrapped around his fingertips, I give a muffled yes.

He grips my upper thigh and raises it away from my body. My already gooey thigh muscles quake as he commands me in that rough voice to keep it there.

I try my best. “Zayn?” I say, around his fingers. Already, I’m shamelessly damp between my thighs, a soft heat drizzling through my limbs. “I want to suck your cock. Not your fingers,” I beg wantonly.

He chuckles. “Not now, baby girl. I need sleep right now and the only way I can manage it is…” He pauses.

Something velvety probes my entrance and I stiffen. Then I realize his threat earlier and melt from inside out.

He had meant it when he’d said he would stuff me with his cock and then go to sleep? Even my filthiest dreams of him hadn’t conjured this scenario or the closeness I would feel at the prospect.

Every nerve in my body lights up like it’s a fairy light, and I tremble with anticipation.

And then he’s there, nudging inside of me, crooning soft words at my ear, telling me what a good girl I am and how well I’m taking him even though I’m sore, and how he’s going to wake up all warmed up and ready to go.

I’m drowning in the surfeit of sensations, and a host of mewls fall from my mouth.

There’s a stretch and a burn and then that feeling of glorious, overwhelming fullness as he feeds me that final inch. And just like that, I’m not empty anymore.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he bites out.

It’s different in this position but just as good and raw and new as before. I squirm and clench and release around his thick length, needy tingles spreading from inside me. That spot he’s so good at probing waiting for pressure and friction.

Restlessness I’ve never known before slithers under my skin, hungry and needy. I squeeze my thighs and my inner muscles as if my very breath depends on it.

A sharp slap lands on my ass cheek and I squeal and jerk at the sting.

But I’m not allowed to move an inch with his arms and legs locked around me. So the jerking lodges him deeper, if that’s possible, and my pussy walls clench him harder.

“Enough, baby girl,” he says, giving me a softer smack. Rough and sleep-heavy, his voice sends shivers down my spine. “If you’re a good girl and let me sleep, I might use this tight, wet pussy without waking you up. Would you let me do that, Mouse?” Affection and desire are twin spears in his words, pinning me down. “Would you let me slake my lust on you without getting anything in return?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir,” I say, adding a little sass to my words. The idea of Zayn glutting himself on me, of using me as his very own sex doll is…incredibly erotic. The idea of me being enough for him is…powerful and liberating.

Another soft smack lands on my other cheek and to my everlasting wonder, my pussy weeps at the sharp sting. “That’s for mouthing off to me.” And then he groans because his cock is drenched in my juices. “You like that too?”

“I already admitted that I’m a slut for you,” I say, my own lids sleep-heavy.

“Only for me?” he says, doing that wicked swivel with his hips. The crown of his cock hits that spot and backs away, leaving me whimpering.

“Only for you,” I whisper, gasping.

He cups my chin and turns my head to face him. His face hovers over mine, an intensity to that amber gaze I can’t read without my glasses. The coward in me is grateful. But his words when he speaks are full of a joy that I’ve never heard in his voice before. Or so I tell myself. “You’re really quite the filthy girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Zayn,” I say, losing myself in his soft kiss. “Mouse is a slut only for you.”

It’s quite the novel sensation to have his cock inside me but not have him move.

Anticipation makes me jittery enough that I can’t settle down for a while. It’s like the parched earth looking up at thick, fluffy clouds, eagerly waiting for rain. Every inch of me is alert and pulsing with awareness.

It’s when I listen to Zayn’s deep, rhythmic breathing and how his hard body caves around me protectively that my breath evens out.

A sense of pure wonder erupts in my chest, filling my limbs. I know how much he struggles to sleep and that he’s fallen asleep so easily with me makes me swallow.

Within seconds, my limbs feel heavy. And I fall asleep with the man I adore around and inside me.