Page 40 of Falling For My Assistant

A small smile came to her face. “Last night was fun.”

Warmth filled him, desire slipping in behind it. “It was. That party wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.”

“The afterparty wasn't bad either,” she quipped, desire darkening her bright eyes.

“No, it wasn’t.”

After their time on the couch, they made their way to her impressive shower, and he took her against the wall before they collapsed into her bed.

“I have to say, I'm a little out of shape for all these acrobatics,” he quipped.

She laughed, leaning up and off him, tucking the comforter over her naked body.

“You’re definitely not out of shape,” she said, drawing the comforter down to reveal his muscular chest.

“I’m too old to be doing them, though,” he said, his eyes widening when she smacked his arm. “What?”

“You're only thirty-three, you silly man. If you're old, then I'm old too, and I am definitely not old. I'm only a year younger than you, are and that is absolutely not old.”

Her hand slipped beneath the comforter to his waist, dipping down to grab his already hard cock.

He sighed and pressed a kiss to her lips as she straddled him, teasing his cock achingly slow.

Sean shoved the comforter down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply into his mouth, his hand going down the taut length of her belly to her pussy, already wet and warm to the touch.

She threw her head back when his fingers slipped into her heat, their hands moving on one another in sync, his fingers dipping into her body as his thumb worked on her clit.

Crying out as she came, he dragged her hand away from him, tugging her body over him so he could slide inside her.

Their lovemaking was slow and easy, the heat building as they caressed one another, exploring each other’s bodies with hands and kisses and gentle bites.

She came again on his cock as he teased her, and he buried it deep inside her and exploded, enjoying the feel of one another.

They stayed in bed for a few more minutes before they hopped in the shower, and Sean made breakfast, filling her kitchen with smoke.

“It’s all right,” she said, opening the windows. She wore an over-sized tee and one of her signature cardigans, purple socks on her feet.

She was able to dig up a sweatshirt for him to wear, along with his boxers. She’d asked if he wanted to go back to his apartment to get something, and he’d refused, not wanting to go outside yet and burst their happy bubble.

He had texted Royce to send him home last night before they got in the shower, letting him know he would be staying at Erin’s apartment. Royce asked him if he wanted him to come back in the morning, but he told him he would let him know.

As they ate, they talked about work, but only a little; the conversation was easy as they sat at her small table tucked into a corner of the apartment.

Sean stared at her over the table, her hair piled high on her head in the messiest bun he’d ever seen. She wore her red glasses again, something he hadn't realized he missed last night.

She looks beautiful.

She glanced up at him, and her brows arched high. “What are you staring at?”

He smiled. “You.”

Pink darkened her cheeks. “What? Why?”

“You're beautiful, Erin,” he said, reaching over to place his hand on hers.

“Thank you,” she said, intertwining her hands with his.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered, looking down at their joined hands.