Chapter 40
Rosie
My fingers tremble as I pour milk into Niki’s coffee. I can’t believe I called him sir and let him control me. I tried to remind myself of the conversation with my mum, but after finding him in tears and with those glassy blue eyes looking up at me, I needed to do whatever it took to make him okay.
I bang the teaspoon down. I’m lying to myself. It wasn’t just about that.
I wanted him.
I crave every version of him, from the vulnerable to the powerful. I was desperate to straddle him and be the woman he needs. I want him to control me. I would have done anything he asked.
But then he asked me what I fear.
My answer was honest, but it wasn’t everything. Because what scares me is I’ll never orgasm with another person. I want him to be the first man to make me come.
I’m terrified I’ll never kiss him again and that one day I’ll be the assistant buying flowers and presents for another woman when all I want is to be the one holding his hand or underneath him as he fucks me.
“Are you excited about your night out?” he says behind me.
The hiss of a can opening makes me turn. He passes it to me with a soft smile. I long to run my fingers across his freshly shaved hair. His little cheek dimple demands my touch. I don’t want to go out tonight and be surrounded by men who don’t compare to my boss.
I just want him.
“Rosie?”
He reaches around me and takes his coffee, and I breathe in the oak and vanilla smell embedded into his skin. His body brushes my chest, and I sink my teeth into my lips to stop crying out for more.
I swallow, and he watches my throat.
“Yes,” I reply hoarsely. I fumble in my pocket. “By the way, you said I could keep the chain, but I meant to return your ring. Sorry for not giving it back sooner.”
I hold out the ring, and he closes my palm around it. “Take it tonight. If a guy you don’t want tries it on, tell him your husband’s picking you up and you only have eyes for him.”
I only have eyes for Niki. I want to ask him to pick me up, but I nod instead.
He avoids eye contact. “And don’t forget to keep it hidden if you meet a man you want to hook up with.”
“As if. The one time I had sex, I got pregnant.”
His eyes snap to mine, and I cover my mouth. I didn’t mean to confess that—or did I?
I shove the ring back in my pocket. “I should get going.”
I grab my bag and run for the door.
“Make sure you have a shower or something to wash all the hair off your skin,” I shout. “Bye, Graham.”
I throw myself out the door and into my car.
I’m halfway down the road when I remember I emptied my bag in Niki’s room. I’m not sure I put everything back in because I was so distracted by him. I pull up to the side of the road and rummage through my bag.
My purse.
I must have left it on Niki’s dresser.
I might need my ID for the bars tonight.
I call him, but there’s no answer as I yank the car and pull a U-turn in the middle of the road.
Within minutes, I’m parked outside his house.
“Niki,” I call as I run in, but there’s no response. I rush up the stairs.
The sound of running water from the en-suite distracts me as I sneak into his bedroom.
My gaze flicks to the chair where I told him to control me.
I don’t know if it’s the smutty books I read or having him as my boss, but I crave his authority beyond the confines of our working relationship.
Shivers dance across the nape of my neck.
I grab my purse from where it sits on the dresser. Graham raises his head, and I scratch him behind his ear.
“Rosie.” A groan echoes from the bathroom.
I freeze. Is he calling me? What if he’s fallen or panicking because of his hair or if I damaged one of his scars?
I push open the door, and my breath leaves me in a whoosh.
Niki stands, with his palm against the shower wall. His eyes are tightly shut as he fists his dick.
“Rosie,” he murmurs as he speeds up.
Water rushes down his body, highlighting the definition of his tight abs. It glistens off his beautiful skin. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. He strokes his cock, his body juddering. His biceps ripple, his forearms thick as he drags his hand up and down his dick.
Heat builds between my thighs. Need for him, for what he could give me, has me sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
I want to press my fingers to my pussy to check how wet I am.
I focus on his thick length as he slams his palm against the wall.
He wants to fuck me, and every reasonable argument I have about why we shouldn’t leave me.
“That’s right, baby, take it deep,” he groans.
I gasp.
His eyes fly open, and he stares at me. He grips his cock.
I step closer, licking my lips and focusing on his dick. No one’s wanted to fuck me like he has. And no man arouses me like he does.
He turns the shower off.
“What are you doing here?” He’s trying to hide his cock from me, but there’s no hiding it. It’s fucking huge. Bigger than I’ve had. “You should go.”
I shake my head.
Trembling, I step closer until I’m on the other side of his shower door.
I swallow, pulling on the chain at my neck. His pupils dilate as he eats up the view.
“I said, you should go,” he growls.
“I want you to tell me what to do. Tell me what you imagined.” My voice wavers, and I finger my chain again to stop trembling. “Tell me I’m enough.”
I wait for him to say no because I’m too young, his assistant, or a mum.
“You’re more than enough. You’re fucking everything. But what if I can’t be touched like that?” He stumbles over his words. “There hasn’t been anyone since the crash.”
“Control me, sir. Be the boss. Harness that power. I need that from you. What do you want me to do?” I glance at the pre-cum beading his cock and squeeze my thighs tightly.
His eyebrows knot.
“I need this, Niki. Tell me what you want.” I lift the hem of my top. My hands tremble as I hold it just under my breasts. I won’t remove it unless he tells me to. I’m crossing the line, but the one I want to cross is bigger.
He takes a breath and locks my stare. “I want to fuck your mouth. Remove your top because I need to see all of you as I do it.”