Chapter Five
Saint had barely slept. Unfortunately, running an office didn’t care if he was tired.
He dragged himself from bed and got in the shower.
The hot water didn’t clear his mind. In fact, the temperature made his eyelids heavier.
Then it hit Saint. Clover was still here.
The faster he got ready, the quicker he would see him.
Saint ended up rushing through the motions and tossing on some clothes.
He knew it had been snowing, so he dressed appropriately.
It was supposed to have snowed all night and would continue for the next three days.
But this was Washington and part of life. They all just got on with it.
He found Clover already at the kitchen table with a cream cheese bagel and coffee. “Hey.”
Clover’s chipper greeting weakened Saint’s knees. He had panicked all night that things would be weird now.
Clover motioned toward the counter. “I heard you rustling around, so I made you coffee and a bagel too.”
Saint eyed the breakfast Clover had put together. By sight alone, it looked as if his coffee was the right color. He took a sip to be sure so he wouldn’t have to backtrack from the table if it wasn’t right. It was perfect. Clover had doctored it exactly the way Saint liked it.
“I’m always blown away by how you take care of me. You even got my coffee right.”
Clover smiled as he watched Saint carry his breakfast to the table. “We’ve spent a lot of time together the last few days. You always order your coffee the same.”
Saint held up his cream cheese-slathered bagel. “This is great too. How did you know this is how I like my bagels?”
Clover chuckled. “You bought bagels and cream cheese. I just put two and two together. You’re also just like me when it comes to excess of everything flavorful. So I risked that you like a lot of cream cheese.”
Saint shook his head. Every day, he got a little more addicted. “Watch out. I might have to keep you.”
Clover laughed, but he didn’t say no.
Saint couldn’t stop reading into every tiny detail. He couldn’t shake the feeling they had known each other in another life.
They sat in companionable silence. Saint fully recognized they dragged their feet a bit. A few minutes late wouldn’t matter. Once they were finally ready to head out the door, they both stamped into winter boots.
Saint opened the door. He froze. The bright white snow combined with the sun beating on it to blind him. Also, it was all the way to his stomach and shaped the outline of the door.
They exchanged a glance. Neither of them wanted to dive into that mess.
“I’ll call and have the answering service take all our calls and have emergencies sent here.”
Clover nodded.
Saint shut the door.
They didn’t look away from each other.
Saint had no idea who moved first, but they came together like waves crashing against the bluffs.
He tore off his coat before shoving Clover’s down his arms. They kicked their way out of their boots without ever pulling away from their kiss.
The moment Saint was out of his, he swept Clover off his feet.
Clover wrapped his legs around Saint’s waist. Saint had him down the hall so fast, he didn’t remember the trip.
He tossed Clover onto the bed. Under any other circumstances, Saint might have laughed at how Clover still wore one boot.
The lust that stared back at him shot his ego through the roof.
He quickly pulled the boot from Clover’s foot and tossed it aside.
While still holding Clover’s stare, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Saint blindly threw it in the direction of the boot.
Clover’s gaze swept down Saint’s body. The arousal written all over his face doubled. He rolled upward and took off his shirt.
Saint damn near swallowed his tongue. Not only did he have a body only made at the gym, but a large panther tattoo also covered one side of his chest and shoulder.
“Goddamn.” Saint couldn’t stop the curse.
He honestly had no expectations. Saint had barely thought about what might be under Clover’s clothes.
He had been horny as fuck over Clover’s personality alone, but the guy was just…
whoa. No wonder he had some guy ready to go to prison for his crazy methods of stalking him.
Saint might do the same if Clover walked away, except he would be much better at it. Clover wasn’t getting away from him.
He had to know more. Saint reached for the button on Clover’s jeans. His gaze collided with Clover’s beautiful brown eyes. “You can tell me to stop. I will.”
Clover never broke eye contact. “Not only will you not hear that from me, but I’m silently begging you to hurry.”
That was all Saint needed to hear.
He changed his mind and tore his way out of his pants before going to work on Clover’s.
In record time, they were nude. Just holy hell.
Saint had to cover Clover’s body with his to keep from tearing into him.
He had never been this turned on. Then again, he had also never felt this strongly about anyone.
It was almost like they had built something before the sex and now he was a fucking goner.
Their mouths clashed. They had surpassed worrying about working together. They were hunger and need.
Clover tore his mouth away. “Damn. You feel so good on top of me.”
Saint nipped at Clover’s neck before responding. “That’s because you belong underneath me.” He paused for a moment. “Not that I wouldn’t love being beneath you too. Goddamn.” Clover fried Saint’s brain. “Tell me how you like it. I’m up for anything.” Literally.
Clover panted for air before answering. “I want you inside me.”
Fuck yeah. Saint didn’t ask questions. He dove for a condom and lube.
Saint really hoped the condom was still in date.
Did they go bad? It had been a damn long time.
He would be damned if he started swiping right.
Saint still remembered exactly how to get someone ready to be fucked.
He put all his skill into that now. While licking a very sexy set of abs, Saint worked between Clover’s thighs.
He rolled the condom on before wetting his fingers.
Saint went slow, circling Clover’s asshole.
“You’re killing me.” The way pre-cum leaked onto Clover’s stomach screamed that was the truth. Clover’s hips lifted as if seeking more.
Saint pushed his fingers inside and pumped. He made sure Clover was stretched and ready before curling his fingers and massaging.
Clover moaned.
The sound damn near made Saint blow. He couldn’t wait any longer. Saint held Clover’s desperate stare as he probed Clover’s wet hole. He slipped inside an inch.
Clover looked like the porn channel with the way he reacted.
Saint lost the battle. He slammed into Clover. His vision darkened. Saint had to pause there. Heaven swallowed him. If he didn’t take a breath, he would come. No way was Clover walking away from today thinking he was a two-pump chump.
Only when he was certain he had himself under control did he try again. He slipped nearly all the way from Clover’s ass. Then he thrust.
Damn near all of Clover’s body left the bed when his back bowed.
He looked like he had never had so much pleasure.
It was addicting. Clover’s every reaction fascinated him.
Saint couldn’t tear his eyes away as Clover writhed beneath him.
He was the sexiest thing Saint had ever seen.
Clover was also making it hard as hell to hold out.
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”
Clover didn’t respond. He didn’t stop trying to take his pleasure, proving he wasn’t faking.
The knowledge made him crazed. He pumped and changed angles until the sounds Clover made sounded more desperate.
Saint kept the rhythm. He felt Clover tense.
The guy nearly crippled him. He wasn’t going to make it.
Clover felt too good. Then cum shot from Clover and his body had Saint seeing stars.
“Holy shit, Clover. You’re perfect. Do you want to get married?
I’d give you everything.” Saint’s mouth simply ran without his brain.
He was too close. Saint pumped faster and harder.
The building pressure had him holding his breath.
His entire body jerked. Inhuman sounds came from deep inside his throat.
Saint gasped for air while still trying to kiss any place he could while riding out the world’s largest orgasm.
With a mess of cum and sweat everywhere, Saint molded against Clover and kissed him like how he felt: too much.
Even as his body and mind cooled, none of his needy thoughts changed.
Saint wanted to keep this man. No matter what it took.
Clover’s body ached but also hummed with pleasure.
His mind was all sunshine and rainbows. He had known they would be good together.
They equally showed too much of their hearts every time they looked at each other.
Passion had boiled under the surface since the first five minutes they met.
Clover couldn’t define it, but it was just an immediate certainty they belonged together.
Logically, he had recognized every second that they had never even pretended to be boss and employee.
That interview had felt more like a blind date that was magical and binding.
Saint sat on the edge of the bed, still nude.
Unfortunately, he dealt with an emergency call.
Clover ran his fingertip down Saint’s spine, lightly stroking each bump.
He couldn’t stop. Clover adored the way his touch brought chill bumps to the surface of Saint’s skin.
Saint’s body fascinated Clover. He was very much a bear.
Just as Clover had thought since the first moment they met.
He was huge and burly. Perfect for protecting people.
He took up all the space. Clover had never felt safer in his life.
Saint finished his call and tossed his phone aside before settling back down to cuddle.
Clover used his arm as a pillow.
Saint kissed his head. “I let everyone know the office will be closed the rest of the week, and—of course—next week too, for Christmas. This snow won’t melt overnight. Oh, and don’t worry. You’ll still get paid.”
Clover nodded, but his gaze stayed locked on Saint’s beautiful eyes.
A hint of worry appeared in his eyes as Clover looked on.
“I don’t want you to worry about your job.
” He motioned between them. “This is something I can’t explain, but I don’t want me being your boss to be part of it.
I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Just please don’t think less of me.
I realize you might feel like there’s a power imbalance.
There isn’t. I just really like you and—”
“I’m not worried,” Clover said, cutting off Saint’s babbling. “With anyone else, I’d probably feel differently, but this is different. Logically, I know you’re my boss, but it’s never felt like that’s all you are. Now I’m the one having a hard time voicing what I mean. We just fit.”
Saint rolled to his side, facing Clover and pulled Clover closer. Clover draped his leg over Saint’s hip. Saint stole a quick kiss before going back to holding his stare. “I don’t know what happened. It doesn’t make sense, but I genuinely feel something for you.”
Clover nodded. “Same.”
“According to the forecast, it is supposed to warm up dramatically over the weekend. I’m hoping that means the snow won’t affect our flight. Not that I’m complaining about being snowed in with you.”
“Whether it’s in California or we’re still right here, I’m looking forward to a solid week and a half of having you in bed.”
The hunger in Saint’s expression made Clover’s stomach do a weird kind of flop. He wanted more.
“This is the life I’ve always wanted. Am I scaring you yet?”
Clover didn’t back down at the confession. “No. I’ve always wanted this too. We definitely have chemistry, but I feel comfortable. At peace. Does that make sense? Are you scared now?” Clover wasn’t truly worried, considering how big Saint’s smile had gotten.
“Not at all. In fact, I’d like to hear more about this chemistry.”
Heat flowed from Clover. He knew it had to show in his expression. “Sure. I’ve never wanted anyone so instantly in my life.” Clover’s gaze dropped to Saint’s lips for a second before meeting his stare again. “You are just… damn.” The curse came out sounding like pure desire.
Saint rolled, pinning Clover beneath him.
He kissed the corner of Clover’s mouth. “Don’t worry.
I won’t hurt you. I know you have to be sore, but I will make you fly.
” As Saint’s tongue filled his mouth, Clover prayed they never got each other out of their systems. He wanted this for life.
Clover would do anything it took to hold on to them.