Page 40 of A Very Bossy Christmas

Infuriating.

Totally satisfying.

And then he pulls out and it’s devastating. He flips me around onto my hands and knees, grabs on to my shoulder with one hand, my waist with the other, and thrusts relentlessly. It’s pure animal lust, and it’s fucking beautiful because it’s all for me.

“Maddie.” His throat is constricted. He’s so close to the edge, and he’s waiting for my permission to go over, and I fall in love with him just a little more.

I can give him what he needs right now, and I want to. “No one’s ever fucked me this good, Declan. Never, ever.”

There. Best gift ever. Just for him.

He makes the most beautiful guttural noise, and just when I think it’s all for him now, he grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs on it, and I come again. Sharply. Unexpectedly. He slams into me and then wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him, holding me tight.

I wish I could see his face.

And then I have the craziest wish I’ve ever had—that he could just come inside me.

But that really is crazy.

When he’s completely still, and he’s exhaled all the breath, I let myself fall forward and bring him with me.

He’s still inside me, still half-hard.

He lies flat on my back.

He wraps both arms around my waist.

He kisses my upper back, and then I feel his soft, damp, stubbly cheek against it.

As if he knows how much I love the way it feels, he rubs his cheek into my skin.

“Fuck” is all he says.

And then he doesn’t say anything, and I know he’s asleep.

My cheek is flat against the pillow, but I’m not moving.

My head is still spinning, and my body is still tingling, and we lie like this for a minute maybe, and I swear I can already feel Declan stirring inside me.

This was supposed to be fast. This was supposed to be furious.

I have a feeling itwillbe, for Round Two, but this first time… This first time with Declan was more. It was more, and it was just the beginning, and I’m not even scared right now because it was so good. And we both deserve to feel good. Even if it’s with each other.

Even if it won’t last.

Maybe even if it will.

Nineteen

Declan

O HOLY SHIT

What’s the actual last thing you’d ever want your executive assistant to see you doing the morning after you had hot drunk, angry sex with her in a terrible hotel room? Dancing around your terrible hotel room to “Come and Get Your Love” like Star-Lord inGuardians of the Galaxy—naked? Yeah. Me too.

And yet, here we are.

My damp, naked self and my assistant and some lady in a pantsuit.