Free Waking Up with the Boss by Sheri Whitefeather Page A

sex.
    They entered his bathroom, where the contents from his shaving kit were strewn about the counter. He’d left his toothbrush and toothpaste out, too, with the tube uncapped. Carol never did that.
    Of course Jake had a housekeeper who came to his house at least once a week. He had a chef who put healthy meals in his fridge, too. He’d become accustomed to people looking after his needs.
    But not always, Carol reflected. He was an orphaned child, just like her, a kid who knew what it was like to be alone, with barely anyone to care.
    He turned on the shower, and as soon as it was warm enough, they stepped into the clear glass enclosure. The luxuriously designed stall was big enough for two, fitting them comfortably.
    They took turns under the spray, and he helped her shampoo her hair. She’d never had a man do that for her before, and it felt wonderful. He soaped down her body, too.
    Slow and sudsy.
    Carol washed him as well, working her way down, until she was on her knees, rinsing him clean.
    â€œDamn,” he said, tangling his fingers through her wet hair.
    She took him in her mouth. He was big and hard and getting harder with every stroke. She wasn’t normally this bold, but she wasn’t going to waste a second of their time together.
    He moved with her, watching her, keeping his hands in her hair. But he didn’t let her bring him to completion.
    â€œMy turn,” he told her, changing places with her.
    When Jake dropped to his knees, Carol shivered from head to toe. He was determined to make her come, and she was more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted.
    Her boss had become her undoing, her vice, her craving, her full-blown, take-me, have-me, I’m-yours hunger. She didn’t want to think about how difficult it was going to be when they went home, when it was over for good, so she tried to block that from her mind.
    He used his hands and his mouth. He satisfied every yearning she had, being the beautifully skilled lover that he was.
    The climax he gave her rocked her to the core. She shook and shuddered and gulped the steam that was rising.
    Jake stood up and tore into the condom wrapper. He put on the protection hastily and slammed into her.
    Carol was going to relive this encounter for the rest of her supposedly proper life. It would never fade into oblivion, not even in a million years. She memorized everything: the hammering motion, the pounding spray from the showerhead, the bar of soap that had fallen and was spinning around the drain.
    â€œI’ve got you where I want you,” he said, rasping the words, breathing heavily.
    â€œI’ve got you, too.” She raked her nails over every part of him she could reach, and he rewarded her with a rough groan, proving how much he liked it.
    They kissed in wild desperation. They even clanked their teeth, making frantic love, their hips thrusting to a powerful rhythm.
    Then he said, “I’m not usually a morning person.”
    She smiled, laughed, gazed at him through the thickness of the steam. “You could have fooled me.”
    He laughed, too, looking wild and boyish, yet warm and protective. He held her tighter, and she stopped clawing him, using her fingertips to soothe the places she’d scratched.
    They kissed again, only not quite so brutally this time.
    Somewhere in the middle of the mania was friendship. The knowledge, she supposed, that they shared a childhood bond. That they’d lost everything, and now they had one crazy weekend, wrapped up together in bouts of guilty pleasure.
    His release was strong and convulsive, and Carol absorbed the friction when he came, taking everything he was, everything about him, into her body. Until there was nothing left but the sound of running water.
    * * *
    After the shower, Carol and Jake ordered breakfast and had it delivered to Jake’s room. Carol was grateful that Lena had hired a staff that could be trusted, who wouldn’t sell tidbits to