My boss and fiancee

Can we talk?

Getting to the office was exhausting for Isabella. She was buried under the files that one of the members of the “Engi Robotics” workers’ union had gotten for her after she showed them the recording of her conversation with the president. A bottle of whiskey sat beside her, and she sipped from it as she scanned the information. A knock on the door pulled her attention away.

Her eyes met David’s.

“I… Can we talk?” he asked, his expression strained.

“Sure, come in,” she replied, hesitant but curious.

“I wanted to apologize for everything that happened,” he began, his voice tense. “I know I was wrong with you. I was unnecessarily harsh back in university—I disrespected you and tried to belittle you in front of others. Now I see how wrong I was, and I hope we can work together.”

He couldn’t look at her as he spoke, but after a pause, he finally met her gaze.

“Why now?” she asked, noticing his confused expression. “Is it because I have money? Or because you see my potential?”

David bit his lip.

“Both. The money plays a role, sure, and so does the fact that you’re my direct boss. But the truth is, I see how hard you work. I asked around, and it’s impressive how you managed to juggle two careers at once, especially when the company is so demanding,” he said, genuinely embarrassed.

That deeply moved Isabella—or maybe it was the alcohol.

“Come here,” she said. When he approached, she handed him a USB drive.

“What’s this?”

“It’ll make your job much easier. It has all the information you need.”

He raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

“Is this because I apologized, or is it a trap to make me trust you?”

Isabella laughed.

“What kind of person do you think I am?” she said, chuckling at his expression. “I have information to make your life easier, but I was hoping you’d come to me so we could trust each other. I made the first move. Now it was your turn.”

David gave her a lopsided smile.

“Have a drink with me,” she said, amused.

He pulled a chair closer to her.

By the glint in his eyes, she should have seen it coming. His lips descended, pressing against hers. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. Her gasp of surprise was all the invitation he needed. It turned out he knew how to laugh wickedly and kiss senselessly at the same time. She shouldn’t have been surprised by that either. Despite everything, the kiss was tenderly soft. He kissed her so sweetly that her head spun and her heart raced. Her knees weakened, and her body ached for more.

And he kept kissing her.

“How was that?” he finally asked, looking into her eyes, which were undoubtedly dazed. “Better?”

“Um, yeah?”

He inhaled through his nose, frowning. “Damn, I’m still not getting it right. I’ll improve this kiss. I will. We just have to keep trying. Never give up!”

She was done for.

He slid his tongue into her mouth, teasing hers before grazing her teeth and lips. She had never felt anything so good. His fingers caressed her breasts, working wonders and drawing moans from her. God, the heat of his bare skin. She leaned forward, craving more, needing him. His hand left her breast and traveled down her back, pressing her against him. He was hard. She could feel him through the layers of denim. The pressure between her legs was heavenly.

Incredible.

“That’s it,” he murmured as she moved against him, seeking more.

Their kisses were fierce, hungry. His hot mouth moved over her jaw, her chin, her neck.

Where her neck met her shoulder, he paused and sucked. Everything in her tightened.

“David.”

He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes wide. He was as affected as she was. Thank God she wasn’t the only one gasping. A finger traced a slow path between her breasts, down to the waistband of her jeans.

“You know what happens next,” he said, his hand slipping beneath. “Say it, Isabella.” When she hesitated, he leaned in and nipped at her neck. “Come on. Tell me.”

Biting had never appealed to her before, not in thought or action. Not that she’d had much action. But the sensation of David’s teeth on her skin completely changed her. She clenched her eyes shut—partly from the bite, but mostly from having to say the words she wanted to.

“I’ve only done this once before.”

“You’re nervous. Don’t be.” He kissed where he’d just bitten.

He grabbed her hips, helping her up and onto the desk. Her hands slid across the smooth, cool wood. She leaned back as he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. The desk shifted slightly under her as he knelt. She felt ready to impress, her heart pounding, but he seemed perfectly calm and in control. Good thing one of them was. Of course, he’d done this countless times before.

His gaze met hers as he hooked his fingers into her panties. Without rushing, he dragged the last of her clothing down her legs. The urge to cover herself was overwhelming. But instead, she clenched her fists in the fabric of her discarded clothes.

He pulled off his pants. The rustle of fabric was the only sound. They didn’t break eye contact, not even when he pulled a condom from his back pocket. David naked was indescribable. “Beautiful” didn’t begin to cover it—the hard lines of his body, the tattoos covering his skin—but he didn’t give her much time to look.

His fingers brushed over her before moving to her tight muscles. If she wanted him to go further, she’d have to open her legs. She knew that. Of course, she did. Memories of the pain from the last time made her hesitate. Her toes curled, and a cramp threatened to start in her calf from the tension. Ridiculous. David wasn’t like that.

“I need…” She turned her face to him, seeking his mouth. He kissed her, doing everything right. Kissing David cured everything wrong. The knot of tension inside her melted into something sweet under his touch, the feel of his body against hers. One arm was trapped beneath her, but the other was free, exploring every part of him within reach. She massaged his shoulder, feeling the strong, smooth lines of his back.

When she sucked on his tongue, he groaned low in his throat, and her confidence soared. His hand slid between her legs. Just the pressure of his palm had her seeing stars. She broke the kiss, unable to breathe. He touched her gently at first, letting her get used to him, to what his fingers were doing.

He paused and put two fingers in his mouth, wetting them—or maybe tasting her. Either way, it didn’t matter. What mattered was him moving his hand away.

His gaze lingered on her breasts before he finally lowered his head, taking one into his mouth. Her back arched, pushing his finger deeper. The way his mouth worked erased any discomfort. He stroked between her legs, and the pleasure built. She shuddered in the best way possible. When he did it, it was incredible, reaching heights she hadn’t known existed.

“God, David.” She arched as he moved to her other breast. Two fingers worked inside her, a little uncomfortable but nothing she couldn’t handle. He didn’t stay there long before returning his mouth to her, giving her breasts more attention. His thumb rubbed a sweet spot, and her eyes rolled back. She was close. The force building inside her was overwhelming. Her mind was flying. Her body was going to turn to dust, to atoms, when this hit her.

Luckily, he didn’t stop.

She came with a moan, every muscle tensing. It was almost too much. Almost. She floated, her body languid, sated for the moment. Or at least until the next time.

When she opened her eyes again, he was there, waiting. He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled it on. She had barely caught her breath when he hovered over her, positioning himself between her legs.

“Good?” he asked with a satisfied smile.

A nod was all she could manage.

He braced his weight on his elbows, his body pressing her into the desk. She had noticed he liked using his size to his advantage with her. It worked. He took her mouth in a hard kiss. His hand slid down her side, over her stomach, and between her legs. Everything there was still sensitive and undoubtedly wet. The hunger in his kiss and the way he touched her made it clear he didn’t mind.

He positioned himself and pushed. This was it. And suddenly, damn, she couldn’t relax. The memory of the pain from the last time she’d tried this messed with her mind. The wetness didn’t matter when her muscles wouldn’t give. She gasped, her thighs squeezing his hips. David was hard, thick, and it hurt.

“Look at me,” he said. The blue of his eyes had darkened, his jaw set. His damp skin glistened in the dim light. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears.

“Kiss me.” He lowered his face, and she did, pressing her tongue into his mouth, needing him. Carefully, he rocked into her, going deeper. The pad of his thumb played around her c**t, countering the pain. The ache lessened, bringing her closer to just being uncomfortable with an edge of pleasure. No problem. She could handle this.