Taming the Boss (5 page)
Authors: Camryn Eyde
Chapter Seven
Life carried on after the interlude in her apartment, but with several key changes. Her new business thrived, my position as executive assistant came with a pay raise and some rather lucrative fringe benefits, and I practically lived at her downtown apartment.
And now, I was about to ruin everything.
“Idiot,” I muttered, fingering the item in my pocket for the millionth time that day. Yesterday, after six months of having the world’s most dysfunction girlfriend-girlfriend relationship, Liz had handed me a key on a silver chain complete with diamond inset.
She gave it to me almost distractedly, and said after a delicate sniff, “Considering half your wardrobe is cluttering my closet, I thought it only fitting you match it with the remainder of your discount clothing.”
I suppressed a grin. In Liz-talk, she just asked me to move in with her.
“Some of those clothes come with books, kitchen utensils and a few knick-knacks. That okay?”
She scowled at me and waved a hand around. “Whatever.”
She was cute when she was obtuse.
Now, the work day receded into the Fourth of July long weekend and the office was all but abandoned. Our new location, directly across the river from the old offices, had rooftop access, and from what I was told, it was a glorious summer’s night outside. I knocked on her door and entered.
“Liz?”
“Mmm?” she said, not looking up from the paperwork in front of her.
“Time to go.”
Again she flicked a hand in my direction. “You go on ahead, I have to finish this.”
“No, you don’t,” I said, coming up behind her and wheeling her chair around. Grabbing her hands, yanked her to her feet.
“Do you mind!”
“Not really.”
She huffed but allowed me to lead her away. I considered that a significant step forward in our relationship. Continuously distant, her tight need for control had ever-so-subtly slackened and I discovered there were many things I could get away with now. Like being bossy or snagging the remote control.
“Where are we going?” she asked as I pressed a new button.
“Up.”
“To where?”
“Here,” I said as the short ride ended. Grabbing her hand, I guided her out of the lift and through the short corridor leading outside. Pushing the heavy metal door outwards, I swept my hand in the direction of the chaise lounge sitting beneath the employee gazebo. Lit with candlelight, a picnic basket sat on the low coffee table waiting for us.
“What’s going on?”
She sounded nervous.
“A romantic dinner.”
She refused to budge and shook her head. “Peta, I don’t do romance.”
This from the woman that spent last weekend seducing me with poems and a tickly feather. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, tugging her over to the setup anyway.
We ate in silence and I received an appreciative sigh at my choice of wine. Sighing and relaxing against the lounge, I sprung my trap.
Kneeling in front of her, I waited. “Liz?”
“Mmm?” she said, not lifting her eyelids.
“Sweetheart?”
That got a reaction and she looked at me and my one-legged kneel. Stiffening, she sat up quickly. “No, Peta, don’t.”
“Too late.” I pulled the delicate and understated diamond ring from my pocket. She inhaled sharply and stared at the ring. She began to shake her head. I smiled and shook mine also. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t go and make this a battle of wills and debate about how you’re incapable of caring for someone. You know I see through you, right? Yes, you’re a hard-arse bitch a majority of the time, but when you’re in my arms, you’re a beautiful fragile flower, and honey, I want you to bloom for me for the rest of my life.”
She looked pensive and stared at the ring again.
“I love you. Be my forever girlfriend?”
She looked amused at my choice of proposal phrasing. “Peta…” she said, shaking her head again.
“Elizabeth.”
She looked at my pleading face. “I’m not very nice.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m not good at expressing how I feel.”
“Sometimes, you are.”
“I’m hard work.”
“None of this is news to me, and I want you despite it all.” I took her hands in mine and squeezed. Leaning up, I whispered in her ear. “Say yes.”
“I don’t know how to be what you need,” she whispered back.
“Yes, you do.”
She kept shaking her head, and avoiding an answer, she let her feelings explode in a carnal dance. As usual. This was where I felt that raw emotion that she so carefully harnessed, and as she shoved me roughly to the lounge, I thanked every deity known to man that I got to experience her passion.
She ripped open my blouse, surprising us both with how needy she was as buttons shot into the darkness. With a groan she shoved my skirt to my hips and did the same with hers before falling forward and mouthing one of my latex-bound nipples. As she rubbed the other one to erection, I knew from experience that this was about to be fast and rough. I nearly orgasmed at the thought. After nipping at my soaked nipple, she moved to the other breast and began rubbing up against me. I clutched at her firm buttocks and assisted her need. Each rock rubbed her thigh against my rapidly dampening panties and mine against hers.
Damn, she was so moist and hot.
“I want you…now,” she said, clamping her teeth on my nipple. Moving to suckle at my neck, she lifted her hips just enough for me to dip my hand into her lace-clothed sex. I wasted no time plunging into her and earned a content hum against my throat in reward. She ground against my appendages for a few heartbeats and then quickly found my soaked slit to give me the same treatment.
“Oh, Liz…yes,” I breathed out, bucking against her hand.
Her head fell against my shoulder as she moaned. Concentrating on finding a rapid conclusion to our coupling, our breathing shortened to shallow gasps as the air filled with the sweet sounds of fingers against tight, wet holes.
A knot coiled deep at the base of my stomach and I knew I was getting close. Reading her movements, I could tell she was on the same page. She lifted her head and stared at me. She was so entrancing like this. Naked vulnerability filled her eyes and her mouth, slack with pleasure demanded to be kissed. Leaning up, I did just that and while our tongues tangled and danced, my passionate conclusion peaked. Crying out against her lips, I shuddered from head to toe and stilled the fingers I had inside her.
She gave me a few moments of peace before her need outweighed her patience. “Peta,” she said roughly. “Please.” Her hips were trying to rock against my slackened fingers. Swallowing and nodding, I pushed against her chest as I tried to sit. Coming with me, she straddled my lap as I sat and I began pumping into her once again. Her head fell to my shoulder as she rode my hand.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I whispered into the ear that was against my mouth. “Come for me so hard.”
She grunted breathily and the pace of her hips increased and with each out-stroke, I curled my fingers against the ribbed skin protecting her erogenous zone. Walls clenching, she braced and slammed against my hand.
“Oh, Peta…yes…God, I love you…” she said on a long shuddering breath against my neck as the feel of her hot, fluid come dribbled down my hand and into my lap. “Yes,” she whispered a heartbeat later. “Yes, I’ll be your forever girlfriend.”
Smiling, I slid the ring that was still in my hand blindly onto her finger and claimed what was rightfully earned: a kiss from my beautiful fiancée.
I smiled as I held her gently.
I knew it.
She loved me.
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Taming the Boss
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