Free The Boss's Orders: Alpha Male Billionaire Office Romance by Cat Carmine Page A

spent. We both lie there for a second. Our breathing syncs up as we try to recover.
    I feel almost shy now. I can’t quite look him in the eye. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a sexual experience that intense before, and I don’t really know what to do with myself now.
    William, on the other hand, is still William. He brushes my hair from my damp forehead. “You are going to destroy me,” he says, and though his words are hard, his tone is tender.
    “Is that such a bad thing?” I ask, finally meeting his gaze.
    “I haven’t decided yet.”

13

William
    I wake up in the morning with a beautiful woman wrapped in my arms.
    I honestly can’t remember the last time that happened.
    Actually, I do remember. Lila.
    I push her name and face out of my mind and look down at Claire. Claire isn’t Lila, I remind myself.
    I let her sleep as I creep silently out of the bedroom. I brush my teeth and then go into the kitchen and turn on the coffee machine. I call down to the front desk and tell them to bring up my order.
    Ramon, from downstairs, arrives just a couple of minutes later, holding a small brown bag. I thank him and give him a tip.
    The smell of coffee is starting to waft through the penthouse, and I hear Claire stirring in the other room. I go in to check on her, still holding the bag.
    “Good morning.” She smiles lazily up at me and it’s all I can do to not just climb back into that bed with her and fuck her senseless. She looks damn sexy lying there, tangled up in my sheets.
    “What’s in the bag?”
    “Croissants.” I have a weakness for baked goods. During the week it’s muffins, but on weekends I splurge on croissants from La Belle Patisserie, the best french bakery in the whole city.
    She smiles. “You like your carbs.”
    I chuckle. “Yes, I do. Coffee?”
    “Mmm, yes please.”
    I go back into the kitchen and pour two mugs, set the croissants out on a plate and bring everything on a tray back into the bedroom. I don’t want to do anything that would encourage her to put on clothes yet so if that means taking her breakfast in bed, I’m down with that.
    She’s sitting up now and she’s pulled on the shirt I was wearing yesterday. My dick twitches at the sight of it. What is it about a sexy woman wearing one of your shirts that is so damn irresistible?
    She takes a croissant and breaks a piece off, popping it into her mouth. Her eyes bug out of her head a little, the same way mine did when I first tried them.
    I grin. “Good, right?”
    “This is … orgasmic.”
    “Hey now. I thought only I got that title.”
    “I’m sorry. This croissant is going to fight you for it.”
    “I can take a pastry.”
    “I’m not so sure you can. Do you understand how good this thing is?”
    We’re both laughing now and I’m shocked at how easy and … natural … this all feels. I take a sip of my coffee to hide the fact that I’m grinning like a fucking moron.
    “What do you want to do today?” I ask. “Besides screw like bunnies and fight croissants, I mean.”
    Her face falls. “I have plans actually. I can’t … I really shouldn’t cancel. I’m having lunch with some friends from college. We only get together a couple of times a year.”
    I force my expression to remain calm, even though I’m pissed at myself for making such a stupid move. “Actually, now that you mention it, I totally forgot I’m supposed to be playing racquetball this afternoon.”
    Relief etches across her face. Fuck, I’m an idiot.
    We eat the rest of the croissants and finish the coffee, and then she goes to shower. I text James, my lawyer, to see if he actually can make it to racquetball this afternoon. He’s been mentioning it for awhile now anyway.
    Claire out of the shower is a sight to behold. Her wet hair hangs down over her shoulders, and her face is scrubbed clean of makeup. Her whole body is pink from the hot water. I put my arms around her. Her skin is still warm and damp and even that is enough to get me