The Wright Boss(65)

"Landon, please," I whimpered.

"You're sure?" he asked.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to show him how sure I was. "God, please, fuck me."



       
         
       
        

He didn't need to be told twice.

Landon thrust forward then all the way. Our bodies collided together, roughly and fully. He grabbed my hands and pushed them over my head. Holding them in place, he gripped my hips and started driving into me. All the frustration and tension and jealousy that had bottled up between us seemed to explode in that moment.

Here, we were together.

Here, the rest of the world didn't exist.

Here, he wasn't my boss.

We were just two people taking what we could get-to hell with the consequences.

"Oh, fuck, Heidi," he said, leaning over me to steal a kiss. "You feel so fucking good."

"Oh God, yes," I panted.

He picked up his tempo. Our bodies rocked together. And, soon, the bruising pace sent me straight over the edge. I cried out his name into the night as he came with me.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, our lips swollen. And I had never felt better.

"I think I need a shower."

I giggled unavoidably. "Yes. We both do."

"Come on, firecracker. Let's get you cleaned up."

Landon eased out of me, and then we both headed into the shower. Exhaustion settled over my whole body as soon as the hot spray hit my skin. I could have slept for days after that. Landon must have noticed the fight go out of my limbs because he did most of the work. He took his time in lathering up my body with the eucalyptus bath soap I adored. His hands were deft and slippery. He ran his fingers through my long hair and massaged my scalp. It was heavenly, and it made me forget for a little bit longer what was to come later this week. The real reason I was irritated and weary.

Once we were both clean, Landon wrapped a towel around my shoulders and kissed my lips. "You look tired. Why don't you crawl into bed, and I'll find you some clothes?"

I nodded absentmindedly and walked to the bed. I toweled off most of the water and then knotted the towel in my hair before climbing into bed. My body succumbed to the soft comforter and down pillows on contact. I vaguely heard Landon slip back into his boxer briefs and rummage through my drawers.

"T-shirts are in the closet," I mumbled.

"You hang up all your T-shirts?"

"Yes. I'm a bit obsessive."

He laughed and then entered the walk-in closet, flicking on the overhead light. He returned a minute later with a high school cheerleading shirt in hand and a pair of underwear.

"No shorts?" I asked, pushing the covers back and sitting up to slide into the clothes.

"I'd love to keep you naked all night, but I think you need to sleep. And I want to be able to grab your ass."

I laughed as I tugged on the T-shirt. "You're ridiculous." 

"Probably," he said with a shrug. "Hey, what are all those letters in there?"

I froze in place, my hand halfway to pulling my hair out of the towel. "What?" I squeaked.

"You realize you have a huge collection of letters in a box in your closet, right?" he said with an easy laugh as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

"You went through my letters?" I asked, panicked.

"No." He turned to look at me, as if just realizing that I was freaking out. "I just saw them. They're sitting out in the open."

"They're nothing. Forget about them," I said a little too hastily.

"Heidi-"

"I said, forget about them." I raised my voice and stormed into the bathroom to hang up my towel. My hands were shaking as I put it on a hook on the back of the door, and my stomach was in knots. I hadn't even thought about him seeing the letters. I hadn't considered he would ask.

Landon knocked twice on the bathroom door and sighed. "Heidi, come out here, please."

I took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hey."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize that would upset you. I was legitimately curious."

I nodded twice and then stepped into his open arms. "It's … it's okay. I just … I wasn't prepared."

"It's okay. Let's go to bed, all right?"

I nodded.

We crawled into bed, and Landon turned off the last light, casting us into darkness. He pulled me tight against his chest and kissed my shoulder. I lay there, completely content with just listening to the rise and fall of his chest and his gentle breathing. I waited until I was sure he was almost asleep before getting up the guts to say anything.