Boss I Love to Hate: An Office Romance(99)

“And here I thought, you weren’t upset.” I laughed. “A knife, Sonia?”

She bit her bottom lip, looking sheepish. “I couldn’t find a pair of scissors.”

“Remind me to never piss you off.”

She wiggled in my arms and angled closer to lick the shell of my ear. “Are you going to kiss me, or are we going to continue talking about your poster?”

Fuck. Game over.

I leaned into her, met her lips with mine, carried her into her bedroom, and shut the door behind us.





Epilogue





Three Months Later

Sonia

“Brad, where are the tickets?” I was elbow deep in a plastic bag, which was supposed to contain all the Harry Potter items that we were supposed to put in the girls’ gift bags for their secret surprise.

“Tickets?” He peered up at me from our leather couch.

I tasked him with making it every morning, and he still needed reminding.

As my former boss, he was disorganized. As my boyfriend, his discombobulation had doubled.

“The tickets. You bought them. You opened the mail. Now, where did you put them?” I stood and placed my hands on my hips.

“Look at you.” He smirked. “All trying to pretend you’re angry at me.”

And, just like that, I laughed because that was how our relationship went. Endless laugher, lots of alone time, but enough big family time. And lots and lots of sex.

He pushed himself off the couch and pulled me in by the waist, his one arm snaking around my lower back. He looped his pointer finger at my neckline, peeking in my shirt. “I think I left them here. Guess not.” His lips fell to my neck, licking a path to the shell of my ear. “I wonder where they could be.” Then, his fingers trailed down my arm to my ass. “Maybe they’re right here.” His hand skimmed my hip, moving to my stomach and trailing farther down. “Or here,” he said, his voice husky.

He lifted me by the ass, and automatically, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“We’re going to be late.” My voice was a breathless whisper against his skin.

“So?”

His lips made their way back to the crook of my neck, and I arched into him, feeling an ache of want and need and desire coursing through me. I had turned into an insatiable beast.

“We have tickets to the play tonight. We can’t be late.” My fingers threaded through his hair, my breasts pushing hard against his chest. All of this was for nothing. My mouth said one thing, but my body screamed for another. “Brad …”

“We have time.” His mouth descended on mine, slow and seductive, and I was already a goner as he led us to our bedroom.

Yes, ours.

Two hours later, we emerged, completely satisfied and showered and in the car, on our way to our other home to see the girls.

The palatial mansion came into view, and after we parked in the front, I gripped the girls’ bags in my hands. From Hogwarts T-shirts to bobbleheads to socks and scarves and necklaces, I’d filled the bag with all sorts of Harry Potter goodies to match our super-secret surprise. Harry Potter, the Broadway play, was in town for a few days. Brad had scored rock-star center-row seats, which had cost a pretty penny. Not only did he spoil his nieces, but Brad’s whole purpose in life—so he’d said—was to spoil me as well because he loved me. And also because I gave him sexual favors daily, sometimes twice daily, three times on weekends.

He held my free hand as we sauntered toward the garage, entered the code on the keypad, and walked right in. The scent of steak and potatoes and something sweet filtered through my senses.

“Honey, I’m home,” Brad announced.

We were bombarded with squeals of a little five-year-old. Mary rammed into me, arms around my center, and I laughed.

“Wait a minute,” Brad said, stepping away. “Wait a minute here.” He pointed between the two of us as Mary still clung to my side. “What’s going on here?”

Although Brad was joking, I could sense the jealousy in his eyes.

“Do you have a new favorite? Sweet Mary, have I been replaced?”

Her eyes went wide, guilt clouding her precious features, and she bum-rushed him next. Brad scooped her up in his arms, and he was awarded with tiny Woody Woodpecker kisses on his cheeks.

I placed the gift bags on the floor, next to the door, and walked farther into the kitchen. In typical weekend fashion, Becky was making dinner, Mason was on the computer at the table, and Charles was setting the table.

“How can I be of service?” I gave Becky a little side hug and then proceeded to hug the boys.

“Oh, I just put the steak in the oven. It should be done pretty soon.”

I made my rounds, taking in the scene, my weekend normal scene. It was crazy how my life could change in an instant, in a matter of months.

This was now my extended family, one that had blended into my biological family. Everyone had already met in the short time Brad and I’d been together.

Becky insisted that she hosted one of our monthly family dinners. I guessed she wasn’t prepared for my big and rambunctious Italian family, who brought over their homemade pasta for the event. There was an abundance of leftovers for the whole week after.

“Sonia, that meeting on Monday morning with Tyson Papers is canceled.” Mason peered up from his computer, smiling, before dropping his head back to the screen.