Page 61 of The Boss
The door opened.
“Nate?”
I didn’t remember what she’d been wearing the other day, and the times I’d imagined seeing Ashlee in her pajamas, it’d been all silk and lace, the sort of lingerie every woman I’d ever been with would wear. She’d had fancy bras and panties on every time we’d fucked, so I’d assumed that would carry over to what she slept in. Not that I really knew what most women wore to sleep. Waking up next to one wasn’t a common occurrence.
“What are you doing here?”
She had on a pair of hot pink boy shorts that just barely covered everything important and a simple gray t-shirt that saidGrr Powerin glaring pink. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her feet were bare.
“Nate?”
Her hand on my arm made me realize that she’d been talking to me the whole time I’d been staring at her pajamas. Maybe I was a little more drunk than I realized.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
She crossed her arms, and the shift of her breasts made me wonder if she was wearing a bra underneath, distracting me yet again. Then she reached out and took my hand, pulling me into her apartment.
“It’s past midnight, Nate. You can’t keep standing in my hallway, knocking on my door and staring at me.”
I grinned at her. “You invited me in.”
She sighed. “You’re drunk again.”
I shook my head. “Not drunk. Just buzzed enough to act on what I want, no matter how stupid I know it is.”
Ashlee walked around behind me and closed the door. “What you’re saying is, you wanted to come see me, but couldn’t do it until you were…buzzed?”
“Yes,” I said, proud that there was something I could answer. “Exactly.”
“Should I call for a cab, or do you want to sleep on my couch again?” Her voice was tight, and everything about her posture forbade me to come any closer.
Lucky for both of us that I wasn’t much in the mood for behaving myself. Not unless she said her safe word.
“I don’t want to sleep,” I said, taking a step closer to her. “And I don’t want a cab or a car.”
Her head tipped back, reminding me once again of our height difference. “Nate, we’ve been down this road more than once. This isn’t a good idea.”
I put my hand on her waist, and she didn’t pull away. “Maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t change what I want, and I know it’s what you want too.”
“Is it?” Her voice was soft.
“Tell me it’s not.” I brushed the back of my hand down her cheek, and when she leaned into my touch, everything in my world narrowed down to her and me. “Tell me that you don’t want me to strip those clothes off you and fuck you so hard that you’ll forget your name.”
A shiver ran through her. “Nate, we can’t–”
“Do you want me?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “I do.”
That was all I needed to know. I pulled her tight against me, my arms wrapping around her as I lifted her off her feet. My mouth crashed into hers, and all the reasons this was a bad idea vanished. My senses flooded with her. Her taste, her scent. The sounds she made when my tongue swept between her lips.
Securing her with one arm, I reached up with the other, wrapping her hair around my fist. When I tugged on it, she gasped, head falling back until I could move my lips to her throat, kissing my way down the smooth column.
“Yes, please,” she moaned, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” I asked. “Or am I going to have to spank you?”
She squirmed against me, and my cock pressed painfully against my zipper.
