In Bed With the Boss

‘Good?’ he asked as he moved over her to settle between her still trembling thighs.

‘The best …'she breathed in wonder as her eyes locked with his. ‘I’ve never been able to … you know … do it that way …’

His dark eyes glinted with satisfaction. ‘Like I said before, Georgie, you press my buttons so it’s only fair I press yours.’

She let out a rapturous gasp as he entered her in a single thrust, her body grabbing at him greedily, wanting all of him to fill her aching need. ‘Oh … wow …’

‘Too fast?’ he asked, his breathing becoming rapid.

‘No … It’s just you feel so … so … so good.’

‘It’s feeling pretty good from my side, too,’ he said, trying to hold back. ‘I’m going to come too soon if you don’t stop wriggling like that against me.’

‘I want you to come,’ she said, grabbing at his buttocks and digging her fingers in.

‘We’re supposed to be taking things slowly,’ he said, speeding up.

‘I know …’ she panted, as she began to climb the summit again.

‘Whose idea was that anyway?’ he said, as he felt himself teetering on the edge.

‘I can’t remember,’ she gasped as he surged deeply, filling her completely. ‘I think it might have been mine. Dumb, huh?’

‘You’re not dumb, baby, you’re gorgeous.’ He sucked in a harsh breath. ‘And I think I’m losing control here.’

She arched up to meet his next downward thrust, her whole world splintering into a thousand pieces, her cry of release just a couple of seconds ahead of his. She felt the shudders of his release reverberate through his body where it was pressed against hers, the pumping action of his pelvis so deliciously male she shivered all over with delight.

She held him close, her fingers caressing his hair, his neck and his shoulders, her heart rate struggling to return to normal.

So this was what being in love felt like, she thought in amazement. No wonder she’d got it so wrong with Andrew. She mentally cringed as she thought about the few times they had made love, almost mechanically, as if following a manual. There had been no emotional connection, no meeting on a level that was beyond the physical.

Ben eased himself up on his elbows to look down at her. He tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear with a touch so gentle Georgie felt tears prickling at the backs of her eyes. ‘A guy could get pretty used to having you look at him like that,’ he said.

She smiled as she traced her fingertip over the curve of his top lip. ‘A girl could get pretty used to having a guy look at her the way you do at me,’ she responded softly.

He pressed a soft-as-a-feather kiss to each of her eyelids before asking, ‘So that crazy idea of mine of pretending we’re having an affair is off, then, huh?’

‘What’s a thousand dollars anyway?’ she said with a smile. ‘It was worth it.’

He grinned as he brought his mouth back down to within a breath of hers. ‘How many condoms do you think you could buy with a thousand dollars?’

‘I don’t know. How many do you think?’

‘Let’s start counting,’ he said and took her to paradise once more.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

‘ONE hundred, two hundred, three hundred—’

‘Stop,’ Rhiannon said as Georgie counted out the hundred-dollar bills the following morning. ‘I have something to confess.’

Georgie let the next note flutter to the table. ‘What?’

Rhiannon bit her lip. ‘I’ve been seeing someone.’

Georgie’s eyes went out on stalks. ‘You have?’

Rhiannon nodded. ‘I was going to tell you a couple of days ago but I wasn’t sure if the guy felt the same way about me. We weren’t really dating …. sort of catching up.’ She gave a little grimace and added, ‘Sorry.’