Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Lilly
It takes me a few minutes after my eyes flutter open to realize I’m not in my bed in the guest room.
I’m in Luke’s bed.
In Luke’s arms.
My breath catches at the memory of what we’d done the night before. I hadn’t meant to stay the night.
I mean, I hadn’t meant to do all the things I’d done the night before either, but…
I turn my head carefully, my gaze landing on Luke where he’s stretched out beside me. One arm is draped almost causally across my waist.
But nothing about his touch feels casual.
Not after what we shared.
For a moment, I just look at him.
It’s different seeing him this way.
In sleep, he’s not the tightly controlled, closed-off man I’ve just spent the last week trying to figure out. He’s looser somehow. More relaxed.
Of course, everyone is softer in sleep.
Still, there’s something about watching him this way that feels vulnerable.
I shouldn’t stay here.
He’s still my boss. What we did together doesn’t change that.
I still need this job. At least until I can find something new.
Shame fills me, heating my face at the memory of the way I threw myself at him the night before.
I’d all but backed him into a corner and forced him to have sex with me.
But…
I knew exactly what I was doing. And I’d do it again.
He wanted to do it.
Oh, did he ever want to.
Those memories ease my guilt a little as I start to shift myself to the edge of the bed, careful not to wake him.
My muscles protest at the movement. A reminder of exactly what we’d done and how amazing it had been.
Whatever else happened, I wasn’t ever going to regret asking Luke to take my virginity.
How could I?
I force myself to focus as I reach for my blouse and slide from the bed. I should get dressed. Get back to normal.
Get to work.
Just because we crossed a line doesn’t mean I don’t still have a job to do.
My fingers close around the silk of the blouse just as his hand catches my wrist.
I freeze.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His voice is rough with sleep. Warm and sexy in a way that sends a shiver down my spine and makes me want to jump right back into bed.
“I...” I glance back at him, my heart picking up speed. “I need to get ready for work.”
His eyes are open now, watching me with that familiar sharp focus. The vulnerability from sleep, all but gone, although…there’s something new in his gaze, too.
“It’s too early for work.”
He doesn’t release me. But he doesn’t pull me closer either.
“I have a lot to do,” I say, despite the fact that we both know that work can wait.
“So do I.”
He watches me like it’s the most natural thing in the world for me to be standing naked next to his bed.
“You don’t have to run out of here,” he says, quieter now.
“I’m not running.”
His mouth curves like he doesn’t quite believe me. “Feels like it.”
I hesitate, caught between wanting to stay and knowing that I really should go.
“Last night, was?—”
“Amazing,” he finishes for me.
My eyes widen, and he huffs out a quiet laugh. “You didn’t think so?”
“No.” Horrified, I quickly add, “I mean, yes. It was amazing. More than amazing. I just—” I stop myself before I make it worse and press my lips together.
“Good,” he says, his voice lower now. “Because I’d hate to think I’d left you wanting.”
“Oh no. You definitely didn’t.”
His lips curl up into a satisfied smile, making my stomach flip like he’s remembering it just as clearly as I am.
He shifts slightly, his grip finally sliding from wrist, but he doesn’t let go. Not completely. Instead, his fingers dance up the inside of my arm.
“Good,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “It would have been a problem if I had. After all, considering the circumstances, it’s the type of thing you only get one shot at.”
“Right.” A blush creeps up my cheeks.
“Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
I hold his gaze. “I did. Thank you.”
“The pleasure was all mine, Lilly.” His eyes darken, sending shots of desire through me again, reminding me I’m still standing in front of him completely naked.
“Right, well… “I clear my throat and pull away. “I should get dressed and get to work.”
“Right.” He doesn’t reach for me again, a detail I find more than a little disappointing. “Work.”
I slip my arms into my blouse and turn my back to him while I quickly button it and reach for my skirt. “I do still work for you,” I say, tugging my skirt up and over my hips. “At least for a few more weeks.”
When I’m clothed, I turn to face him again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep things professional. This…” I wave a hand between us, “It won’t affect my work.”
“Good.” Luke’s sitting up against the headboard now, his chest bare, the blankets pooled at his waist. It’s a very distracting sight. I swallow hard and force myself to focus on his face. But the very heated look he’s giving me isn’t making it easy to stay professional.
Not that there’s anything remotely professional about this situation.
“I like the way you work.”
He is not making this easy for me.
I turn to leave, but before I do, I have to know. “Just out of curiosity,” I say as I turn around to face him again. “What if you had left me wanting last night?”
A smirk crosses his face.
“Well, I would have had to fix it.”
That makes my stomach flip. “Fix it?”
He doesn’t bother to hide the way his gaze drags over me before returning to my eyes.
“Yeah,” he says, like it’s not the huge deal it obviously is. “Fix it.”
I fold my arms over my chest and take a step back, not trusting myself not to jump on the bed again and see firsthand exactly what he’s talking about.
"And what exactly does that involve?”
His eyes flash. This is a dangerous game we’re playing.
Very dangerous.
“Taking my time,” he says. “Paying closer attention to every little moan and the way your breathing changes, just a little…when I move my fingers just so.”
Heat climbs up my neck, but I don’t look away.
“Making sure you come so hard that there’s no room for thoughts of spreadsheets and file folders in that pretty head of yours. No, the only thing you’ll be thinking about while you shatter is how it feels to have my big, thick cock buried so deeply inside you.
Holy shit.
Moisture rushes between my legs, and my pussy throbs at the image he’s laying out for me.
“That sounds…thorough,” I manage weakly.
“It is,” he says. “At least, it will be.”
The way he says it, like it’s not a question, but a promise, sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“That is…if you’re interested,” he adds before I can register exactly what he’s proposing. He wants to do it again? He wants me again?
“This is a very dangerous conversation to be having,” I say, although there’s no real conviction behind the words. The truth is, I absolutely would do it again. And again.
But…
“You’re the one who started it,” he says with a smirk.
This new version of Luke. This teasing, almost playful version of my grumpy mountain man boss has completely thrown me for a loop.
I like it.
“Right,” I say, reaching for the door handle this time. “Well…I’ll keep that in mind, then.”
“Do that, Lilly.”
The way he says my name almost has my knees buckling with the heat behind it. In a flash, I make the decision.
After all, this isn’t permanent. We’ve already decided it was a temporary situation. So, what does it matter if we don’t keep things professional between us? And really, the line of professionalism was well and thoroughly crossed last night.
I spin on my heel and look him in the eye with a newfound confidence. “Later,” I tell him. “After working hours.”
His eyes widen, almost as if he’s surprised I’d agree at all.
“After working hours,” he repeats. “After all, we do have work to do, Lilly.”
His eyes flash with the promise of exactly what will happen off the clock, but his voice has resumed his strictly business tone.
“Right.” I nod, and although it’s completely pointless, run my hands down my skirt in an effort to smooth out the wrinkles, before slipping out into the hall to get ready for work.
Luke
I don’t get a damn thing done all day.
Not anything worthwhile anyway.
Sure, I have a few client meetings, and I go through a handful of files that Lilly puts on my desk for my review.
I log into the accounts and move some money around, but my head isn’t in it.
Not even close.
Because every time I look up, she’s there, moving through my office like she belongs here.
That’s no different than last week, except now, there’s a new swing in her hips, a few more lingering glances, and if I’m not mistaken, more than one accidental brush of her firm, ripe tits against my arm when she leans over my desk to show me a file or note.
Maybe I’m imagining it, but even if I am. Fuck it.
Apparently, that’s my new motto when it comes to my assistant.
After all, any professional boundaries that might have been in place have already been completely thrown out the window.
We made sure of that last night, when I drove my cock into her sweet, virgin pussy over and over until she shattered.
And since we’re done with boundaries…I’m almost ready to get rid of the after-working-hours rule Lilly tossed in this morning.
Especially since all I’ve been able to think about since she slipped naked from my bed this morning was spreading her out on my big, wood desk and fucking her on top of all those files she’s so carefully organized.
I have my eyes glued to the clock, my cock thickening in my jeans the closer it ticks down to four. We’ve worked well into the evening for the last few days, but not today.
Today, I plan on having very strict office hours.
“That’s it for the day,” I say as the big hand clicks over to four on the clock over the door. Across the room, where she’s bent over the file cabinet, Lilly freezes. Without standing, she turns her head so she’s looking at me, a question on her face.
Her long, silky hair has been tied up in a tight bun, leaving her long neck exposed. She’s wearing another tailored black skirt, but today she has a simple white cotton blouse tucked neatly in the waistband.