Page 24 of Coming for Her Grumpy Boss

My laugh is shaky, giddy, reckless. “Then stop talking and ruin me.”

We find a rhythm, and it feels like nothing I’ve ever known—like freedom, like being worshipped with every thrust. He watches me as if I’m the only thing that exists, adjusting, changing angles, hunting for the spot that makes me break apart. When he finds it, I cry out, raw and unguarded. He does it again, greedy for my reaction, until I’m unraveling under him.

He’s all iron control, but I can feel it fraying, and the knowledge that I am the one shaking him loose is intoxicating.

“Ford—” I pant, my body arching into his. “I… I think⁠—”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, one hand cupping the back of my neck, thumb brushing along my jaw like I’m a fragile treasure. “Look at me.”

I do, and the connection slams through me like lightning. My body tightens, trembling under the weight of his focus, his possession. “I’m⁠—”

“Come for me,” he orders, low and certain, and I do. The world detonates, pleasure ripping me apart, his name torn from my throat in a broken sound that feels holy.

He follows, helpless, burying his face in my neck, his voice wrecked as he pours into me. My name leaves him like a prayer he didn’t know he carried.

After, he doesn’t leave my body, doesn’t even shift far away. He braces over me, trembling, kisses the tip of my nose like he can’t not, and tries to breathe like a man who hasn’t just been undone.

I’m smiling up at him, wild hair, flushed skin, utterly claimed. “You’re… kind of good at that, Bossman. Definitely going to need to buy a lot of gold stars.”

“Wait? Kind of?” His voice is shredded, disbelief in his eyes. “Be careful. HR has forms for libel.”

I laugh, dizzy with delight, smoothing my palm over his chest, memorizing the breadth of him, the heat. “We’re going to be insufferable this weekend.”

“Exactly how I want it.”