Dear Grumpy Boss: Chapter 19

I had been the same. I’d sucked him until my lips were numb and my jaw was sore, but it hadn’t been enough. My fingertips had mapped out the dips and divots of his muscles. I explored him and he explored me.

We’d been ravenous for each other. And each time we came, it seemed like we might be sated, only to start over again. It was hours before our bodies finally gave out.

I had never once experienced anything like it. Falling asleep naked, wrapped around him, him wrapped around me, was another first for me.

Naked.

Asleep.

In his arms.

Letting him stay had been a mistake. Now, I knew what it was like to wake up with him, to be roused from a heavy sleep by his lips on my shoulder.

Morning with Weston meant warm kisses and silky caresses. He was taking care of my body without much effort from me. Sleepy orgasms and the most delicious lazy fuck. It was perfect.

Addictive.

My face was buried in my pillow, fingers curled into the sheets.

“Pretty girl, I need more days waking up like this.” Weston’s face was next to mine, his chest against my back, hips between my spread legs as he leisurely slid in and out of me.

“How many times do you think I can be inside you before we fly home tomorrow?” he whispered beside my ear. “Every spare minute I have, I’m going to spend either inside you or eating you, baby.”

I smiled into the pillow. “As long as you leave some time for me to suck you.”

He grunted, slamming into me with more force. “You really love sucking cock, don’t you?”

“Your cock, West. I love how you feel on my tongue. Almost as much as when you’re inside me.”

The groan that he emitted came from somewhere deep in his chest. “Oh fuck, Elise. How are you so perfect? Your pussy feels like it was custom made for me, and your dirty little mouth says exactly what I want to hear. I’m not gonna want to give you up.”

“You have me now,” I murmured.

He pressed into me, putting more of his weight on my back. The mattress was soft, so we sank together, one writhing, rolling form. Weston’s mouth only left me to whisper dirty things in my ear.

Our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. As time passed, no end in sight, Weston’s skin heated mine, our perspiration mingled, and we slid easily against each other.

He was so thick and long, filling me, stretching me, rubbing the spots he’d made tender inside me. The dull pain only served to highlight the pleasure coursing through me.

Lazy didn’t mean delicious. Languid didn’t mean he hadn’t woken every one of my nerve endings. Weston knew how to fuck, and his skills were catered to me, down to his breath on the back of my neck.

I shuddered beneath him, an orgasm rolling through me from nowhere.

“West,” I cried weakly. “I need you so much.”

“That’s it, baby.” He swiveled his hips, grinding into me. “I’m here. Take what you need.”

I whimpered and rubbed my face into my pillow as my inner walls fluttered around him. He grunted beside my ear, desperation tinging the guttural sound.

“Come for me, West,” I coaxed. “Let me feel it.”

Rearing back to his knees, he took hold of my hips, lifting them from the mattress. Languid slipped into heated, wild pounding. His hips slammed into my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. My nails scrabbled against the sheets, and my head tipped back from the pillow as the orgasm he’d given me spiraled into another.

My moans were hoarse and loud, drowned out by the sounds of our fucking and Weston’s frenzied grunts.

He pushed in deep, so deep, my eyes flew open, and I nearly screamed at the raw, needy feel of him hitting the end of me. He stayed there, pulsing, bellowing my name. I panted and thrust back.

I was floating.

Hot and sticky.

So, so satisfied.

Weston didn’t make me love my body, but when we were together, the switch that made me hate parts of it flipped off. His mouth and fingers and cock, the way he looked at me and said filthy things to me, stripped me of my insecurities and allowed me to be nothing more than a sexual, sensual being.

It was exactly what I needed right now.

How was I supposed to give this up after tomorrow?

We were up and dressed, ready to leave for the day, Weston sharp and intimidating in his sleek suit for his meetings with his Asian supply managers, me outdoorsy and athletic in my leggings, T-shirt, and Andes fleece vest for my rock climbing adventures.

Weston frowned at me. “I’m not happy about this.”

I smoothed his lapels and brushed imaginary dust from his shoulders. “As you’ve told me many times, and it’s been duly noted. You’ll be spending the day with your ex-girlfriend who wants to ride your dick, and I’ll be watching a bunch of sweaty men climb rocks and assert their manliness. We can take our jealousy out on each other tonight.”

He scoffed, but I saw the hitch of his mouth before he turned away. He’d been sticking to his story that his wariness over me going rock climbing with the men I had interviewed yesterday was out of concern for my safety. Weston Aldrich did not admit to being jealous.

But it was obvious, and we both knew it.

We also knew it was useless. We didn’t belong to each other outside of my hotel room, and this time tomorrow, we wouldn’t even have that.

I grabbed his hand, pulling him back toward me. “Kiss me so I don’t forget about you.”

He took my face in his hands, scowling fiercely. “If you even try to forget about me, I’ll tattoo my name on the inside of your eyelids.”

And then his mouth was on mine, giving me the kind of kiss I’d have to be dead to forget.

I spent the morning and early afternoon going back and forth between taking notes and being awed at the human body’s ability to defy gravity.

Elias, Cameron, and ten other athletic humans in their climbing group were showing off for me, I was sure of it. They scaled sheer rock faces with inch-deep fingerholds like they were Spiderman.

Elias, a guy around my age who was basically a big ball of energy, came over to where I was sitting and watching. He had a nice smile and an easy laugh.

He held his hand out to me. “Come on.”

“Why?”

“You’re going to climb.”

“No, I can’t do that.”

He shook his hand. “Come on. You don’t know if you don’t try.”

He had a point, and since I’d been getting back to trusting and loving my body, I sighed and took his hand. What was the worst that could happen? I’d fall on my ass? If I did, I’d never see any of these people again. Besides, they’d spent a good portion of their time out here falling and brushing themselves off, why couldn’t I?

He took me to a boulder he said was for beginners. It was ten feet tall with a craggy surface. I stared at it, wondering how they expected me to climb it.

A few others from the group came over, pointing out all the spots I should put my fingers and toes as I climbed. Then, they told me to try.

Just like that, I was expected to climb a giant rock.

So I did.

And I fell.

Again and again, my ass collided with the mat on the ground.

Every single time, they cheered for me.

And every single time, I got a little higher.

I was aching, surely bruised, but once I got going, I didn’t consider giving up once.

Cameron snapped pictures of me five feet off the ground and showed me when I dropped down. To my surprise, I’d been smiling like a lunatic.

“You’re a badass,” he proclaimed. “If you had more time here, I’d have you scaling this with your eyes closed.”

Laughing, I swiped sweat from my forehead. “Maybe I’ll come back.”

Elias slid next to Cameron, throwing his arm around his friend. “Did I hear you say something about coming back?”

My eyes widened. “I said maybe. No promises were made. I’ll have to hitch a ride with the CEO, and he’s known for being grumpy.”

Elias rolled his eyes. “That cat never smiles. Is everyone at Andes like that?”

I waved my hand around. “Hello, Andes employee. I smile, and Mr. Aldrich does too. Besides, don’t you see the Andes’ field team all the time? They can’t all be frowning grumps.”

“Nah.” Cameron rolled his head on his neck, the cracks loud enough to make me wince. “We used to see them all the time, and they were serious as shit. I don’t mind them not coming around anymore. We gotta keep the vibes up, you know?”

“What—?”

Elias reached for my hand, cutting off my question, and pulled me toward the boulder again. “Stop trying to distract us. You’re not finished. We still have hours of daylight left. I’m determined to get you to the top.”

I crinkled my nose. “I don’t know…”

“I do.” Elias pointed to the rock. “Get on it, girl.”

I could think of a hundred excuses not to get back on, but despite my aching arms, sore butt, and broken fingernails, I bought into Cam and Elias’s enthusiasm.

In the words of Cam, I was going to conquer this bitch.