Who's the Boss Now (Managing the Bosses 3)

She lifted to her toes and pressed her lips tightly to his. Her tongue slid past the opening of his lips and dove into his mouth. He groaned low in his chest, and sucked on her offering as his hands moved down to her lower back, squeezing tightly.

"Let's make dinner before we decide to just eat each other," she mumbled against his lips as she kissed him in between the words.

"Not sure I agree with that. To hell with dinner," he smiled and kissed her again.

Jamie moved back and turned, walking to the back door and pausing. "What’re we having? Do we need to run out and pick up a few things?"

"No. I had the pantry stocked earlier today. I was thinking seafood linguine. I know how to make a killer butter sauce if you're up for it." He moved in behind her and ran his fingers over the curve of her rear.

"I thought you were just lecturing me about a donut earlier. Was that you or someone else?"

"I was just worried about your tummy from you being sick." He patted her butt. "Don't turn me into the villain. I'll never be that to you."

"Then, yes, I'm down for pasta. Do you have the stuff to make a big green salad?"

"Sure do. You get started on that, and I'll work on the pasta. We’ll show Murray we know how to cook." He winked and pushed the door open beside her and walked in. The large expanse of his living room was welcoming, and smelled of leather and cologne.

She breathed deeply and walked toward the kitchen, stopping just outside of it to slip her sandals off.

"You want red or white wine?" he asked, moving up behind her and rubbing his erection against her rear. "Or are we still thinking to hell with dinner?"

She chuckled before reaching back and popping him softly in the chest. "White wine, and behave. There's lots of time to enjoy each other after we fill our bellies."

"So many naughty things I could say." He slipped his hand under her dress and brushed a warm finger along the inside of her, though, before walking past her into the kitchen.

A shiver of anticipation raced down the center of her body and urged her toward tugging him into the bedroom. Or the living room couch. Or a table. Or the kitchen countertop. She didn’t care where. She pushed the thought away, knowing that cooking together, talking, and then snuggling would only lead to better sex as it were. Being with him was a complete turn on. The love-making was just an extension of the attraction.

"Did Paul behave himself?" Alex pulled various items out of the fridge as he spoke over his shoulder.

"Of course he did, Alex. He's a professional." She worked on getting the wine bottle open, but handed it over to him as he reached for it.

"Professional woman-stealer. I saw the way he watched you today. I don't like it." He popped the top and poured them a glass as she extended empty glasses toward him.

"You're making this up. He's a perfect gentleman, and besides... he knows we're together." She handed him his glass and took a sip of hers, enjoying the bitterness of the grapes as it raced across her tongue.

"Oh, yeah? Did you say something to him?" Alex lifted his eyebrow.

"No, Mr. Reid. You were like a Pitbull in my office this morning, spraying your scent everywhere." She slid up against him. "It was almost hot." She ran her tongue over her lower lip, enjoying his eyes follow it. “I almost had to go into your office to cool my libido down. I managed to take care of that on my own.”

Alex’s eyes grew big. “Really?” He cleared his throat. "Good! So Paul got the hint to back the fuck off." He shrugged, kissed her once, and moved to the counter. "I still want him out of your office. Give him Jerry's office, and put that old fart in there with you."

"I think Jerry’s handsome." Jamie suppressed a smile and started to work on tearing lettuce.

"Well, damn... Jerry's out, too." They laughed together, enjoying the silly banter that moved between them.

She finished the salad, and Alex had the pasta done and ready as well.

"Let's eat outside." Jamie turned to face him, falling more in love with him as he moved around the kitchen with skill. A man who could cook was rare, and yet one who could do it and do it well stood in front of her.

"Sounds great. Grab the wine and lead the way." He picked up the tray with their salads, two empty bowls, and a huge bowl of seafood linguine. The smell was divine, and her tummy rumbled in anticipation of what was to come.

Jamie picked up the wine and their glasses and walked back through the living room, making sure to breathe deeply as she stopped at the back door. They worked together to get it open, chuckling at their own inabilities and stopping to smile at each other shyly.

"Alex. Why’re we going back to Philadelphia? What's going on that you need to be there?" She sat down and rearranged the bowls for them.

"The estate sale. You really don't have to go if you're too busy or don't feel up to it. I just don't want to go without you." He shrugged and poured his salad dressing. "I'm sure I'm going to run into a few old memories, and maybe I'm just being a wimp, but I want you there to help me process anything that happens."

Warmth flooded her system and she reached out, touching his hand. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."