Falling for My Boss Read Online Natasha L. Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 60864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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“Already?” she asked. “I’m not complaining, I just…”

I laughed.

“Is that a no?” I asked coyly.

“I like the water hot,” she said. “Can you take the heat?”

“If it means I get to see you soaped up, I can take a little burn.”

Grinning wide, she rolled out of the bed and bounded to the bathroom. I watched her run, fascinated and aroused by the way her tits bounced and her ass jiggled just ever so slightly as she made her way to the shower. I heard the water turn on and sat up. I didn’t need to wait to see her to begin round two. I was already ready.

A long shower turned into another session, and it continued into the bed before we both passed out into a deep sleep. I couldn’t remember the last time I slept that deeply, that fully. It had been years, for sure. It was certainly the most satisfying sleep I’d had as an adult, ever. There was no question about that.

As the sun rose, I slowly became aware of my surroundings and opened my eyes. The comfort level was off the charts, something I hadn’t really experienced in a long time either. Usually, I woke up with a crick in my back or my neck, usually from bouncing around too much in my sleep and finally zonking out in some crazy position.

This time though, I woke up with Jodi on one arm, her arms around it as she curled up into me. I lay on my back, a pillow propping up one hip so I was almost on my side, but not quite. The way her arm fit in the small nook in my shoulder, the way her back seemed to mold into my chest and her legs wrapped around one of mine, it was as if we were carved out of clay, designed specifically for this purpose. There was simply no more comfortable place I could ever be than right there, in that bed, with her.

I contemplated just not getting up. I could lie there for hours, sinking into the feeling before she inevitably woke and we dealt with whatever the fallout would be. But I couldn’t let myself think about that right that moment. Not when it would ruin what I was feeling. Slowly, I drifted back to a dozing, happy sleep. When Jodi stirred beside me, I hadn’t moved, but the sun was much brighter coming through the shades, and I knew a significant amount of time had passed.

“What time is it?” Jodi asked, turning so she faced me and laying her head on my chest. Inexplicably, it felt even more perfect than the place she had been sleeping before. It was like no matter where she moved or whatever position we were in, it was better than the one before.

I reached over and grabbed my phone, swiping up to get the screen to come to life and show the time.

“Ten,” I said, surprising even myself. We had fallen asleep sometime after two, and usually eight hours of sleep eluded me, and even when I did get it, it was a disappointment. I never felt as rested as I was told I would be.

Yet on this morning, with Jodi still curled in my arms, I felt like I could bound out of bed and bare-knuckle fight a dragon. I was coursing with energy, even while I felt like I could also lie there forever with her in my arms.

“Don’t we have lunch service in an hour?” she asked.

“Not today. Today’s Ally’s day for running service. I go in at one and help clean up and prep for dinner. You aren’t technically on the schedule, right?”

“Something like that,” she said. “I am and I’m not. I have days I’m supposed to be there and days where I can come in and see if there’s someone who wants to cut or who no-shows or something. Today’s one of those.”

“Oh, good. That means we can take our time and have breakfast.”

She smiled. “That sounds nice. Maybe we can lay here a few more minutes though.”

I was about to agree when the furry, forceful face of Gandalf came into my vision and with pinpoint accuracy stuck his wet nose in Jodi’s face.

She giggled and pulled back, immediately reaching over to rub the old boy’s head and scratch behind his ear. He reacted by turning his head and letting his mouth hang open in what I had been calling the “Shire Smile.”

“I think someone wants his breakfast,” I said. “He’s used to getting it about now.”

“By all means,” Jodi said. “I should probably put on clothes anyway.”

“Do you have to?” I asked, getting a smile from Jodi accompanied by her biting her bottom lip teasingly.

“Maybe not a lot of them,” she said.

Well, she wasn’t freaking out. That was a good thing. She hadn’t argued at the idea of sharing my shower and my bed last night and wasn’t horrified or embarrassed by what had happened when she woke up. In fact, she had actively snuggled me when she was awake. I was going to take that as a victory and move on.


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