Hotshot Boss (Alphalicious Billionaires 10)

Her climax ripped through her and she was pretty sure her head just about sucked completely into the sand as she threw it back. She was also sure that she screamed something close to Curtis’ name.

Curtis came too, while she was still riding out the waves. She’d never come with another person. Like never come come at the same time. Obviously. It was crazy. Crazy intimate. Crazy special. Crazy amazing. She clung to Curtis and he clung to her. He drove into her and groaned out something right next to her ear while he trembled above her. She clung to him. Hopeless. Burning. Burning up. Evaporating. Thrilling. Hopelessly vulnerable. Hopelessly lost. Hopelessly found.

He pulled away too soon, but for once, he was a gentleman. He took her with him, picking her straight out of the sand. He looked at her like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen, not his rumpled secretary with lake water clinging to her body, sand encrusted in her hair and everywhere else, probably seaweed on her forehead.

He looked at her with such naked, raw appreciation and something she didn’t want to define, that it made her feel tight and pinchy inside.

She was going to snap something about him being decent enough to turn around while she made her way to the cabin and the shower, when her eyes traveled up his chest.

There, stuck to his right pec, was something strange and black and snotty looking.

“Oh my god!” She screeched, taking a few steps back. “There’s a leach stuck to your- uh- your- pec. Uh, it probably touched me when we were… pressed together!”

She did the math and realized the intruder had tagged along while she was crushed up against Curtis. Gross. It had touched her. The foul thing was latched onto him and had touched her by default. She nearly fainted. She swore she did. But then Curtis let out a scream of his own and did a little dance as he reached out and tried to rip the leach off of him. It was a good few inches long, thick and slimy looking. Totally barf worthy. He plucked at the end of it and ripped and ripped and pulled and tugged, but nothing happened. He did some more bare-assed dancing and Lexi, realizing how stupid they must look, burst out laughing.

He was laughing too by the time he dislodged the foul thing and threw it back in the lake.

“Better check your butt crack too,” Lexi giggled. “You never know where those things might be hiding.”

Curtis’ eyes darkened. “Better check yours.”

She was pretty sure hers darkened too. “Maybe you can check me over- not there- but everywhere else- in the shower.”

“Maybe you could check me over too. Butt crack included.”

She rolled her eyes, but when Curtis reached for her hand to lead her, presumably back up to the cabin and said shower, she didn’t refuse. She actually let it happen.

Better let all the forks prick her because she was so freaking done resisting for now.

CHAPTER 19

Lexi

It was supposed to be a one time thing. A one off. Something she just finally gave in to because she couldn’t fight it anymore. Something she finally got out of the way, something she moved on from. It wasn’t supposed to be good. It wasn’t supposed to be unforgettably good. It wasn’t supposed to rock her freaking world.

But it was not a one time thing.

It wasn’t even a two time or three or even four time thing.

She and Curtis spent their weekend not doing much work unless the workout in bed counted. When they arrived home, she let him talk her into coming over to his place. Again. And again. He also came over to her place. A few times.

She also went over to his a few other times to break the news that she couldn’t do what they were doing anymore but she couldn’t do it. She did do him, though.

Before she knew it, two months passed. She still hadn’t taken that promotion to the marketing department, but she was sitting in on the interviews for her position in less than a week. She’d train her replacement before she moved on and up. She was actually excited. She was so excited, so wrapped up in keeping her little secret- though she was half sure that a few people at work knew what was going on- that she missed all the signs.

Every. Single. One.

Until she couldn’t miss it anymore.

She was always irregular before. Even the pills did not work as it should sometimes but after two months when her period was still MIA, she knew it was cause for concern. Her breasts were sore. She felt weird. Tired like she hadn’t slept in a lifetime. She craved chocolate all the time and she didn’t even really like it that much. Like, not that much.