Love a Boss (Boss Duet 2)

She stopped and faced me. “No, I don’t think it’s such a good idea. Because you worked hard for the Lopa, and you love it. We both do.”

Bullshit. Do I call her out on her lies? Hell yes I do.

“Penny, that’s crap, and you know it.”

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Theo just trust me, ok?”

I kissed her hair as I grabbed her, holding on tight. “I do trust you. Yes, it would suck to lose Lopa, but we could start over.”

“I don’t want you to lose it. Starting over would be too hard now. We’ve already invested so much.”

Why couldn’t she understand where I was coming from? It wasn’t hard to see my point of view. Tell her father to fuck off, we’d lose the Lopa, and move on. We’d be together. Didn’t she want that? She loved me, but maybe she loved the Lopa more. Maybe I’d been wrong, and she was in it for the Lopa.

Crazier things have happened in life, right? I mean, sure she loves me, but maybe she needs the security the Lopa can offer her. Fuck, I didn’t know which way was up or down, like looking through life out of foggy glasses, unable to see what was actually happening. Then it hit me. She told me once she loved the Lopa, and now it was clear the reason she wanted to marry Dex, and the reason she listened to her father. Security. It was the one thing they could offer her. And the one thing I couldn’t. Or so she thought. Never underestimate me because the thing was, I didn’t know how to fail. I didn’t know how to give up. If I wanted something—I usually went after it until it was mine.

So, I grabbed Penny. I slammed my lips to her, telling her with my tongue how she was the only one for me.

She moaned against my lips, and I swallowed it down to hold onto it forever. Everything about this woman made me want to be a better man. To live life fuller and more complete.

I’d fight until I had a way to keep both the Lopa and Penelope. Fight until I had everything I wanted. And the issue of security would never come up again.

But, the motherfucking clock always ticks. It always goes, goes, goes, and never stops. Time, one of life’s mysterious things no one can change. We want to rush it, slow it down, turn it back, and move it forward. Yet, all we can ever do is accept the fact that it is always ticking forward, and you shouldn’t waste a single second of it.

So, tonight, I’d spend every second, every fucking moment, worshipping Penny’s body. First thing tomorrow morning, Xavier would be hunted down, and the P.I. would tell me what the hell we had to go on.

I moved Penny back to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. “I don’t want to waste one more minute away from you. I want to spend the little time we have together, being with you.”

“I love that idea.”

I kissed her, with everything I had, with all the love in my heart to try my damndest to stop the clock from counting down to her wedding.

We moved in unison to the bed as she tugged my shirt off. The electricity in my veins was palpable, zapping throughout my body with every touch of her fingers along my skin. Please give me a miracle. Let the moment with her never end. I prayed, I wished, and I dreamed of a life with her. And then, as if by magic, I was granted my heart’s desire. Penny sprawled on my bed, removing her clothes, and smiling up to me like an angel of mercy sent to rescue me.

I moved like wildfire to the bed. Taking my time, I ran my hand over her soft curves. Beginning with her ankles, gliding my hand up to her thigh. “You’re so perfect in everyway.” I had so much more to say, but my mind was a haze of love and desire.

She pulled my face to hers. “Theo, I love everything about you.”

“And I you.” I said the words right before I made sweet love to her all night long. Finding new ways to drive her wild and adding them to my own personal Penny list. A list designed just for her. I ticked them off in my head:

The spot behind her ear makes her moan

When I press her thighs with both hands, she yelps

When I run a finger between her breasts, her back arches

When I tell her I love her as she comes, her eyes well up

THIRTEEN

PENNY

I wish I could tell him everything.

Lying in the dark of the night, with Theo pressed by my side, my heart ached. I could never tell him the reason I wouldn’t tell my father to take a hike. I could never let him know. I just had to pray the P.I. worked out.

I loved Theo.

Everything about him.