Misadventures with the Boss (Misadventures #12)(34)

“I think our progress tonight calls for a toast. You’re not a whiskey girl, are you?”

I was surprised he wasn’t diving into the main event but was then struck by the thought that maybe he didn’t want to go home alone any more than I did. Was my big, bad, cocky boss prolonging our evening together? Far be it for me to argue.

I smiled. “If the occasion calls for it.”

“That’s my girl.” The rich tone of his voice sent a fresh wave of desire washing over me.

Jackson returned with lowball glasses, each with a measure of amber-colored liquor.

“Cheers.” I accepted my glass, clinking it against his. We each took a couple of sips, the vibe turning to a relaxed one as the alcohol eased the tension in my shoulders. Sometime after dinner, Jackson had killed the overhead florescent lights, opting just for the dimly lit lamp on his desk—for which I was immediately grateful.

“I really appreciate you, Piper. Even if you didn’t have the world’s hottest pussy, I’d still be happy you’re my assistant.”

I took one more sip of my drink and placed my glass on the table beside his. “I’m happy to hear that.”

Jackson’s lips quirked up as he watched me rise to my feet.

I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to a puddle at my feet. Slowly, I stripped for him, loving the way his dark eyes heated as he watched me.

Once I was completely nude, Jackson offered his hand. “Come here and let me have a taste.”

True to his word, Jackson licked and sucked at my tender flesh until I came with a shout, my body clenching wildly.

And then he guided me to his lap, patiently working all nine inches inside me while letting out sexy, soft groans.

We made love slowly—without any of the teasing or spanking or dirty words I’d come to expect from him.

It was perfect. And as the sweat on our bodies cooled, I was struck by one somber thought—how depressing would it be if this man hadn’t come into my life?





Chapter Sixteen





Piper





I brushed my fingers over my lips, recalling the gentle pressure of Jackson’s kiss from the night before, when my sister’s voice over the phone drew me from my reverie.

“Are you even listening to me?” she whined, tapping her finger on the phone. “Hellllooo?”

“I’m here,” I said, cheeks flushing at how easily distracted I’d become lately. I gripped the phone more tightly and willed myself to pay attention.

“I was asking you, how is Mr. Hottie?” Hailey sing-songed the last word, and I did my best not to snap at her.

For the past hour, I’d been trying to catch up with her all while trying to skillfully avoid this question, but my sister knew me too well to allow that sort of thing to pass.

Unluckily for her, I wasn’t willing to give up the goods quite so easily.

“He’s fine. But what about Mom’s new hobby? Is Dad going crazy with all the glitter or—?”

“Nope, I’m not doing this with you,” Hailey said with that stubborn edge to her voice that made my gut clench. “You’re telling me details, or I’ll take a flight and introduce myself to him and ask him for the answers you’re not willing to give me. Your call, big sis.”

I rolled my eyes. Drama queen. “I already answered you. Things are fine.”

“And you’re telling me you’re not still worried about everyone in the office finding out you’re schtuping the boss?”

“No, I think…I think we’ve been discreet. At least, I hope we have.” A little coil of dread rolled through my stomach at the thought, but I tried to brush it back.

If anyone thought anything about our relationship, they certainly hadn’t said anything to me about it. And, of course, it was true that I spent every morning in his office with the blinds drawn, but that was because we were still unraveling the mess that was the merger. Everyone in the office knew what we were doing, even if they didn’t know exactly how serious the situation was.

“He’s actually been pretty stressed out lately,” I said, finding myself caving, if only to have someone to talk to about all of this. Truth was, every day, I was getting in deeper, growing more attached. When the time finally came—and, let’s be honest, this was Jackson, so it would—letting go was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.

“I have an idea of how you can fix that.” There was a laugh in Hailey’s voice that I tried to ignore.

“Why don’t we ever talk about your sex life instead of mine?” I asked.

“Something has to exist for you to talk about it,” Hailey answered, apparently nonplussed. “I’ve been in a serious dry spell. Let me live vicariously through you, sister dear. I want to know more about him. I saw his profile, but it barely said anything. What’s his deal? Why do you like him? Is he funny? Do you like him more than just someone to screw around with?”

“Woah, tiger, slow down,” I said with a chuckle.

“Sorry. You’re just making it really hard to fantasize about how awesome your life is by being so stingy with the deets. Plus, I need to tell Mom something about him.”

“Mom?” I choked.

“She’s asking me all sorts of questions about him. What’s he like?”