Tempted by Her Boss

“Ah, fuck,” he growled, pulling away from her. Clearly he’d changed his mind from his earlier declaration. “Get on the bed, Paige.”

He’d been so close but then pulled out that always-present control and shut down the moment. Disappointment crashed through her despite knowing that she was about to be thoroughly taken by this very hard, hot male who was currently stripping off his clothes with a ferocity that aroused her beyond words. She lay back on the bed, her head propped on the mountain of fluffy pillows, her body vibrating with impossible need.

And then he was there, gathering her in his arms, his cock sliding deep inside her body, his hips moving restlessly against hers. Within seconds they were both lost in the mindless rhythm, his fierce taking of her pushing all thought and reason out of her mind until she could only feel…and fall completely apart.

She was at his complete and utter command, and she loved it.

Jesus. He’d attacked her like a complete savage. His day had been long, full of mind-numbing bullshit and ended with more of the same. The dinner meeting with a new client had dragged on, one he and his marketing team were trying to woo into allowing a new exclusive line of jewelry that would be designed by Stasia into their small chain of select high-end stores all over the world.

He’d brought Stasia with him, who hadn’t been in the best of moods because of her nonstop morning, noon and night sickness, and so Matteo had to take over. Throwing on the charm, trying his best to win them over as the owners sat watching him like two expressionless sticks.

Leaving the restaurant with promises of calls and emails tomorrow, he had no idea if his ploy had worked or not—and he hated that. Usually he knew where he stood at all times. These people were noncommittal, unwilling to give an inch. Even Stasia had looked frustrated when she hopped into her own cab.

His mood had simmered to a low boil the entire cab ride home. He literally itched to have Paige. Pull her into his arms, stroke her pretty little body until he had her falling apart in his arms. The more he thought about it, the more heated his skin had become until finally he’d arrived home, throwing a careless hundred dollar bill at the driver before he strode into the building and climbed into the elevator. Not speaking, not thinking of anything else but her.

Paige. Paige. Paige.

The moment he saw her standing in the foyer in her innocent, girlish pajamas, that sexy black bra strap showing, he’d become instantly hard. His brain shut off and all he could think about was fucking her.

So he did. He nearly lost it when she put her talented mouth on him, sucking and licking his cock until he felt as if he would burst. He’d grasped on to that last shred of control and didn’t let go, pushing her away and demanding she get on the bed so he could take her properly.

Which she did, most agreeably, he might add. He’d climbed on top of her and fucked her like a teenage boy seeking to get his rocks off and nothing else. No finesse, no foreplay, no gentle kisses or touches.

Just straight, carnal fucking. And it had felt incredible.

By the way she lay by his side, a panting, sweaty mess, her arm slung across his chest, he figured she agreed.

“What put you in such a mood?” she asked minutes later, as if it took her that long to find her voice.

“Bad day at work,” he said shortly, not in the mood to go into details. He didn’t want to spoil the pleasant, mellow afterglow that had settled over him.

“Oh.” Her voice was small—she sounded almost disappointed, and he slipped his arm around her shoulders, hauling her in close so her head nestled between his neck and his shoulder, strands of fiery red hair clinging to his chin.

“I missed you,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “I have a surprise for you.”

She stroked her fingers across his chest, playing with the hair that grew in the center. “What is it?”

“The annual fashion industry gala is this Friday. I want you to go with me.”

Paige lifted her head, her expression incredulous. “Are you serious?”

Nodding, he reached out, skimmed his index finger down her cheek. “Of course.”

She frowned. “You’re willing to be seen in public with me?”

It was his turn to frown. “Why wouldn’t I want to be seen in public with you?”

“We haven’t left your apartment once since we returned from Italy.” She dropped her gaze, a little sigh escaping her. “I thought you didn’t want us to be seen together.”

“Paige.” He slipped his fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Since we’ve come back, I’ve been swamped with work. And when I’m not working, I’d rather be here. With you. In this bed.”