Employed by the Boss (Managing the Bosses 7)

She stroked him once, twice, just to feel him in her hand. He rocked up into the touch, and the tip of his cock stroked against her sex, making it her turn to moan. Alex's hands closed around her hips, and she guided him into place so she could slide down, his hands on her helping her move.

He felt bigger than she'd remembered. They'd had sex since the twins were born, but not for more than a week, and another moan caught in Jamie's throat as she sank all the way down until her thighs rested against his. Fuck, he was perfect. She lifted up, and started to move, her arms wrapping around Alex's neck for support.

“Wait,” he said.

Jamie looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. If he thought he was going to make her take it slow, he had another think coming, but he didn't look like he wanted to go slow any more than she did.

“I want this off,” he hissed, and then his hands were on the hem of her dress, yanking it up over her head. Jamie lifted her arms for him to remove it.

“Better,” he said when it had joined her underwear on the other side of the car.

He unfastened her bra, and tossed it over with the rest.

Jamie had a split-second moment of concern. What if they were caught like this? Wasn’t having sex in a parked car illegal? But the worries were driven away a moment later when Alex’s hands curled around her hips again, rocking her down against him. Jamie suddenly didn’t care. If they were caught, Alex could handle it. In the meantime, she intended to make the most of the time that they had.

“Fuck,” Alex said under his breath when she started moving again. “Jamie. You’re perfect.”

She smiled, and leaned down to brush her lips against his, making his chin tip up so that he could chase her mouth. One of his hands lifted from her hip, wrapping around the back of her neck instead and drawing her down for a real kiss. Jamie definitely wasn’t complaining.

Neither of them was going to last long. She could already feel it. The rhythm of Alex’s hips against hers was uneven, more want than finesse, and it was the best thing she’d felt in ages.

“You’re so hot,” she said, kissing him again. “I still can’t believe that you’re mine sometimes.”

His hand tightened on her hip, and he wrapped the other arm close around her. “I’m yours, Jamie. Always. Nothing is ever going to change that.” His voice dropped low. “Nothing.”

Another roll of their hips, and Jamie clutched at him, pleasure pulling tight.

“Me, too,” she panted against the curve of his throat. “Me, too, Alex. I love you so much.”

They moved against each other, the car filling with the sounds of their breath and their bodies and then Jamie was coming, pleasure running hot from the base of her spine through every nerve, and she felt Alex following her over the edge.

Her head lifted from his shoulder after a moment, and she looked up into those gorgeous blue eyes that had caught her right from the moment she met him, searching for the tiny brown flecks that you couldn’t see unless you were close. Alex leaned up and kissed her, this time gentle. When they pulled back from each other, he slid his fingers into her hair.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked softly.

Jamie laughed. “That's my question. Not yours.”

“No.” Alex shook his head, still looking into her eyes like he could find the answer to life there. “I have two beautiful babies with the most gorgeous, amazing woman on the face of the Earth. I get to ask how I managed that, after all the ways that I messed up.”

“If you're thinking about the last time,” Jamie said. “Don't. It's over and done.” She smiled. “And you've more than made up for all that nonsense about how you couldn't love anyone. You've loved me better than any man I've ever been with. In every sense of the word.”

Alex laughed then. “You know,” he said, “I was going to lay you out in the seat, but I don't think that would work very well in this car.”

“Backseat,” Jamie said, and threw him a wink before sliding over the center console to stretch herself out in the backseat of the vehicle.

It wasn't quite as roomy as the truck they'd been in once upon a time, but it was good enough. Alex would just have to scrunch a little.

The door opened, and then Alex was in with her, kneeling between her legs and closing the door behind

himself again.

“I think I remember you promising me foreplay for round two,” he said, looking down at her in the dim light.

“Planning on making me beg again?”

He shook his head. “No. No begging. Not unless it's for more.” His grin was dangerous, and then his hands were on her thighs, sliding one over so that her leg curved over the edge of the seat with her foot resting on the carpeted floor. “Ready?” he asked.

“Fuck, yes,” Jamie answered.