He rolled over and our eyes met, my tummy, as usual, swirling with butterflies. “Not an end to all this,” he cooed, a warm, perfect kiss placed on my lips. He pulled an inch away, eyes still locked, searching, drilling down deep inside me. “I know this isn’t perfect timing, but, uh…” And those butterflies of mine went full-on swarm, eager to break free. “I, uh, may be in love with my boss.”
And damn if those butterflies didn’t start winging their way around that room right there and then. I kissed him, hard, harder still. “Please don’t tell the stable boy union,” I whispered into his mouth. “Because the boss is definitely in love with his employee, too.”
He laughed and squeezed my hand. “The union is okay with that.” He rolled on top of me. “In fact, they encourage it.”
“Good union,” I
