Page 13 of Hitched to my Boss (Viva Las… Oh, Sh!t #2)

Then she lowers her mouth to my dick, and I can’t fucking breathe.

“Jesus Christ, Natalia,” I manage, my hips bucking into her mouth. “That feels…”

She hums around my shaft, and the vibration makes me curse, makes me want to come right then and there. I grip her hips and pull her down, needing to taste her again, needing to feel her quiver as I suck her clit.

She takes me deeper, working my cock with her mouth and fingers while I tongue her pussy, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. We’re moving together, fucking each other’s mouths, both of us lost in the frenzy of it.

“Jason,” she cries, and I can feel her getting close, can feel her body tensing above me. I suck her clit harder, desperate to feel her explode.

She does, screaming my name, her body shuddering with pleasure, and I’m right there with her, right on the edge, the taste of her release pushing me to my breaking point.

I lift her off me, needing her to stop before I lose it completely, and she collapses next to me, breathless and beautiful.

“Condom,” I manage, staggering off the bed to find my pants.

“Jason,” she calls, her voice still breathless. “Hurry.”

I tear open the package and slide the condom over my pulsing cock. “What’s your favorite position?”

Natalia doesn’t answer. Instead, she gets onto all fours, and I smile, caressing her round ass.

I drive into her pussy from behind, studying her as she adjusts to the girth of my dick. Her moans are raw, unrestrained. I move in and out, enjoying the feel of her gripping me, each thrust faster and deeper than the last. Her pussy is so fucking good, wet and tight and perfect.

I grab her hips, pumping harder, slapping her ass. “You like it like this?”

“Don’t stop,” she cries, her voice high and desperate. “I’m so fucking close.”

I hammer into her, losing myself in the wild rhythm, and when her pussy clamps down onto my cock, she screams, “Fuck!” The sound of it sends me over the edge, and I explode inside her, my body shaking with release.

We collapse onto the bed, panting and tangled, sweat cooling on our skin.

“And to think we thought this was a going to be a terrible idea?” Natalia asks, breathless and teasing.

“Terrible,” I say, pulling her close. “Awful. Worst decision ever.”

She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Liar.”

We lie there, catching our breath, and I can’t believe how right this feels. Her hand rests on my stomach, her head on my shoulder, and I want this moment to last forever. I want all our moments to be like this, easy, unguarded, and full of everything I never let myself believe I could have.

"So," she says, her voice slightly hoarse. "That was..."

"Yeah," I agree, because I don't have words for what that was.

"Not Vegas magic," she observes.

"Definitely not Vegas magic."

She lifts her head to look at me, her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her lips swollen from my kisses. "Jason, I need to tell you something."

My stomach clenches, because that tone usually precedes bad news. "What?"

"I know we're supposed to be taking this one day at a time, seeing how we feel, not making any big commitments." She traces patterns on my chest with her fingertip. "But I'm not going anywhere. This, what we just did, what we've been building. I want all of it. I want to make this marriage real."

Relief floods through me so intensely I almost laugh. "I was honestly about to say the same thing."

"Really?"

"Really. I don't want to take this one day at a time anymore. I want to take this one lifetime at a time."

Her smile is brilliant, transforming her entire face. "Is that your way of asking me to stay married to you?"

"That's my way of asking you to stay married to me, move in permanently, and let me spend the rest of my life proving that accidental marriages can be the best kind."

"I think I can manage that," she says, leaning down to kiss me softly. "Mr. Wallace."

"Mrs. Wallace," I reply, and the words feel like a promise.

My phone buzzes from somewhere on the floor, interrupting our perfect moment. I ignore it, but it buzzes again immediately.

"You should check that," Natalia says, though she doesn't move away from me.

It's Marcus Hartwell, and his message makes my stomach clench.

Hartwell: Jason, I hate to do this, but we've got another incident. Three calves were killed last night. The pack behavior is getting more aggressive. Can you get here sooner than planned? I know you just got back from Vegas, but this is escalating fast.

I show Natalia the message, watching her face as she processes the implications.

"You need to go," she says immediately.

"We just got home. We're supposed to be figuring out how to live together."

"And we will. But right now, Marcus needs you to do the job he's paying you for." She sits up, reaching for her sweater. "Jason, this is exactly the kind of high-profile success that could transform your business. You can't delay because of personal considerations."

"What about you? I can't leave you here alone when you've just moved in."

"I'm a grown woman who's perfectly capable of settling into a mountain cabin without supervision." Her smile is warm, understanding. "Besides, this gives me time to handle my own client emergencies and figure out how to set up a proper remote office."

"You have client emergencies?"

"Three projects that have been neglected while I was busy getting accidentally married and falling in love." She reaches up to touch my face. "Jason, we both have work that needs attention. Let's handle our professional obligations so we can focus on our personal ones when you get back."

The practical side of me knows she's right. But the part of me that's just discovered what it feels like to have someone to come home to rebels against leaving so soon.

"How long do you think you'll be gone?" she asks.

"Two weeks, maybe three depending on what I find." I pull out my phone to respond to Hartwell. "I can leave first thing in the morning."

"Then we have tonight." There's something in her voice that makes me look at her more carefully. Heat, anticipation, and a boldness that sends electricity through my system.

"Tonight," I repeat, understanding exactly what she's implying.

"Tonight," she confirms, rising on her toes to brush her lips against mine. "Our first night as a married couple in our home."

"I'm going to miss this," I murmur, pulling her closer. "Miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too." She kisses me softly, briefly. "But when you get back, we'll have all the time in the world to figure out what being married really means."

"Promise?"

"Promise." I tighten my arms around her. "This is just the beginning, Natalia. We've got the rest of our lives to get this right."

We have tonight. We have a future. And we have each other.