Hired (Forbidden Lovers: Rosie Anders)

12 - Good Morning

My eyes slowly open and it takes me a few seconds to notice there is something or someone underneath me. I rub both eyes in turn and glance across the room, suddenly aware of my arm draped over a naked torso and the pressure of my cheek against a hard shoulder. I gently tilt my head up, swearing I see a pair of eyes close as mine own focus on the apparently sleeping boss of mine. Then the night before comes screaming back to me.

          I try to roll away but a firm grip on my hip prevents me from going anywhere. I look up at him again, not entirely sure how to play this. He's acting like he's not going to let me go anywhere, but he can't keep me here like his prisoner. I have things to do, like find someone who can help me rid myself of all these sinful things I've done in the last two weeks. I have never felt so dirty in all my adult life.

          I attempt to move again, but the grip on my waist only propels me forward and I land almost completely on top of Matthew, and my leg nudges his semi. He slowly opens his eyes and I'll give him credit for how well he pretends he wasn't watching me sleep while draped over him a few seconds before.

          "Morning." I smile briefly but isn't all that sincere. I'm not exactly used to waking up next to my boss. We've never taken it this far before. We've never even taken it anywhere before, no matter how much my younger self really wanted it when we first met. But that is not a story for now.

          "Good morning." He shifts underneath me slightly and he nudges my leg again. "I may require your services." He pushes the quilt off him exposing everything to me and pushes me onto his back, taking all of his body weight on his forearms.

I find my gaze drifting across his chest and travelling down to his torso, trying to get a peek much further down. I flick my gaze back up to his and there is no joking or teasing in his expression. Only pure lust and one way or another, he is getting what he wants from me this morning.

"Open."

My legs seem to work with a mind of their own as they slide across either side of the bed. One word – is that all it will take now for me to be available to him?

He loosens his plank position over me and nudges my crotch. I've never been much of a fan of morning sex, not that it has ever been a regular thing within the very few relationships I've had, but with Matthew here right now, all I want is him. Every inch of him.

I watch him carefully, wondering if the seriousness is all a rouse and he is just going to tease me and then leave me wanting more, or if he will actually give me what we both want.

He slowly lowers most of his weight onto me, leaving his face millimetres above mine. He stares into my eyes, and I feel a little unnerved. "Eyes on me at all times."

All I can do is nod, somehow lost for words and everything I've ever known drifts from my head as he thrusts his hips forwards and slides inside me.

I briefly arch my neck until my body has adjusted to him and it takes every bit of strength I have, to keep staring at him as he slides in and out of me, taking his sweet time. It's completely awkward to be staring at the man violating my body -because how will I look at him tomorrow without giving anything away to anyone - but strangely erotic at the same time.

I scan his entire face, realising that he is deliberately not looking in my eyes. What does he think will happen? Is this as awkward for him as it is for me? What is worried about happening if he looks in my eyes while he fucks me? Actually, given his current gentle nature, pretty sure he is more making love to me at this point. Not that I'm complaining – it's all good to me. Well except the lack of hitting anything that will remotely give me some satisfaction.