Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

I gesture for her to come in. When she sits on the edge of my bed, I feel more settled and take off my cuff links. “How was it confusing?”

“Watching you guys with other women. It’s not as easy as it sounds.” She pulls her feet up on the bed and wraps her arms around her legs. I long to hold her, but I need to wash tonight off me first.

I strip off my shirt and pants and hang them on the chair. My undershirt, socks, and boxers go in the hamper. When I’m stripped bare, I hold out my hand for her.

She eyes it before slipping off the bed and taking it. Once we’re in the bathroom, I turn on the shower. When I close in on her, she takes a deep breath. Her eyes devour me like she’s starving.

I reach for her top and pull it off. “Did you enjoy the night before…?”

“Before I was attacked?”

I drop to a knee before her and slide off her shorts. She’s not wearing any panties. Unable to resist, I lean forward and press my lips against her stomach. She releases a breath as her fingers thread into my hair.

I lift my eyes to hers.

She cradles my jaw in her hand. “Before the incident was good. Sara and Kayla seem nice. But I didn’t like seeing you with Elizabeth.”

“Why?” I stand and take her hand, drawing her into the shower. When the warm water rains down on us and her soft skin brushes against mine, more tension unwinds from my gut. Fuck, it’s good to be home.

She grabs my shower scrub and loads it with soap, her attention on her task. “You two fit.”

Fuck that. “We don’t.”

She doesn’t look up at me as she runs the soap over my body. Her touch makes me need to make sure she understands. Elizabeth doesn’t hold a candle to her.

“Madison.” I tip her chin up so her blue eyes meet mine. There’s worry in them beside the desire that always burns between us. That worry won’t do. “She and I don’t fit. Who I fell in love with in college was a lie. What I had with her was all a game she was playing. She never wanted me. She wanted Coop, and only because her mother wanted her to want him.”

“But she’s someone you could love.” Her voice is strong but I can hear the hurt in it.

I lift her up to stand on the seat in my shower so her face is higher than mine. My hands rest on her hips. “If I could love an illusion, yes, but she never showed me who she really was until later.”

I run my hands over her hips and press my forehead against her stomach. I turn and rest my head against her, needing her to know that I’m hers. Her hands cradle my head. My chest expands as I breathe in her soft floral scent and feel her warm skin against my cheek.

“I was afraid to lose you,” she whispers. “She’s so much more than me.”

I look up to find tears swimming in her eyes.

“She’s not even half of you. I almost lost you.” The words fall out of me, and I draw her down off the seat to wrap her in my arms. “He almost took you from me.”

“He didn’t.” She sighs against my chest. “I was scared, but he didn’t hurt me. I’m here.”

I kiss the top of her head and breathe her in. This whole evening was horrible. But now, with her in my arms, everything feels right again.

Drawing her under the shower spray, I tip her face up and claim her lips. I could lose myself in the taste of her. The need for her overwhelms me. My hands grab her hips and pull her into me like I can’t get close enough. She presses against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, clinging to me. But it’s still not close enough.

Turning off the shower, I grab a towel to wrap around her. I lift her against me, still exploring her mouth with mine. Her hands cup my jaw as I lay her on the bed and follow her down, still dripping wet.

Unwilling to take the time to dry off before I feel her against me, I take her lips with mine. My hands roam her sides and she opens beneath me, parting her lips and her legs, giving herself to me. Lifting her knees and spreading her wide, I slide my cock deep into her. I groan as her tight, wet pussy engulfs me, taking all of me. I swallow her gasp as her fingers clutch at my short hair.

“Seth,” she breathes out. She meets my every thrust with the same desperate energy. The need to be one. To connect with her, just the two of us. To feel her open for me, let me in.

I break away from her lips and press my forehead to hers. “You wouldn’t look at me.”

“I couldn’t.” She arches up against me.

“Why not?” Taking her hands, I hold them down against the bed next to her head, refusing to let her hide from me, waiting for her to look at me and answer me. Her eyes open and lock on mine.

“Because I couldn’t see you look at her the way you look at me.” Her eyes are dark pools of desire and want. “I couldn’t see you want someone like her.”