I love this man and his playfulness, his gentle words, but right now, I’m only craving one thing.
With a low sigh, I spread my legs wider, taking him deeper, closing any last space between us.
One inked arm slides over my back. A firm grip I couldn’t free myself from if I wanted to.
Guess what? I don’t.
His other hand cups my face, tilting my chin up. His head cranes. Feral lips torch mine.
There we are.
Connected, complete, and so in love it hurts until his thrusts sweep me away like an island storm.
When it’s over, I drift off to a boneless sleep in his arms and wake up to crystal-blue eyes staring at me like I’m the most precious treasure he’s ever seen.
I giggle.
“How long have you been staring?” I pull a pillow over my head.
He fights it away, puts his forehead on mine, and then lays down the law on my lips.
“Never too long, sweetheart. You’re beautiful, you’re mine, and now you’re awake. I ordered room service and I thought we’d take it on the patio. We’ll head downstairs whenever you’re ready. What do you want to do today?”
“I don’t care. As long as it’s with you,” I say honestly.
His lips quirk up.
“I think you’ll enjoy the fact that you’re starting your day with a cinnamon latte, thanks to yours truly. Try not to get sick from all that damn sugar,” he growls, caressing my face.
“My hero,” I whisper, fluttering my eyes dramatically as he dives in for another kiss.
So maybe I’m far more than his assistant now, but let’s be real.
Magnus Heron will always be the boss of me.