I Hate You, Mr. Boss-Man [18+]

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"When did you get this one?"

My fingers circle his shoulder blade, referring to a tattoo of a snake dispersing into butterflies. It wasn't massive, but it sure covered enough space. It was beautiful, the lining and shadow work. Detail work like that probably cost a pretty penny.

"My twenty-first birthday," Jesse starts to say, his palm gliding back and forth over my shoulder. We were in the middle of watching a film when I got distracted by all the ink embedded in his bare skin. I was a sucker for tattoos, and knowing that Jesse had them made him even more irresistible. "I got completely hammered, so I decided to add another to my collection."

"I think your tattoos might be my favorite thing about you," I say, nodding assuringly once as I look up at his face. The fluorescence of the TV casts a glow on the right side of his face once he meets my eyes. It was late, my first day as C.O.O taking a toll on both of us and we just needed a night to ourselves.

"Yeah?" He murmurs, his face inching towards mine. His hand slides up from my shoulder, settling on my jaw to guide my lips in proximity to his. "Is there anything else you favor, sweetheart?"

"Lots of things," I whisper, my eyes trained on his mouth as I rise from my position, throwing my leg over to straddle his lap. His lips gradually form into a smirk, the feel of his rough hands easing their way to caress the bare skin of my thighs-my sleep shorts giving him all the access he desired. "For example," I begin, trailing my fingers above his triceps. "I favor your arms, your smile, the dimples that appear whenever you smile. I like your eyes," I mumble, brushing back the hair from his forehead as he stares at me. Longing, almost-dare I say, lovingly. "I like how smart you are and authoritative you can be," I lean in, my lips hovering above his as I cup his cheeks in my palms. "And I like your ass."

Jesse breaks out into a smile, my small confession pulling a hearty laugh from him-the corners of his eyes crinkling from his laughter. "That's it?" He chuckles, shaking his head at my honesty. "I knew you just wanted me for my body."

"Oh, shut it!" I gasp, softly smacking his pec. "You know that's not true."

"I'm just teasing," Jesse grunts, still smiling at me. "You know, there are a whole bunch of things I like about you."

"Like what?" I murmur, leaning in to press my lips against the skin below his ear. I feel his fingers grip my thighs, a mischievous smile pulling at my lips as I inch lower, leaving another kiss-tongue following.

"Like, um," He stammers, sliding his hands up, easing their way into my cami-resting on the small of my back. "I admire your compassion," Jesse initiates strongly, making me pull away from his neck-my expression softening. "I love how deeply you care about other people, even if they're strangers. I love how you can call me out on my bullshit. You're not afraid to say what's on your mind, especially with me."

"Wow," I whisper, dropping my palms onto his shoulders. "Now I kind of feel like a jerk."

"Why?"

"I mean, you just said all these nice things about me, and I said I liked your ass." I scrunch my nose, shaking my head at myself. "How shallow is that?"

"Oh no, I like your ass, too." Jesse quips, nodding his head to assure himself. That manages to pull a smile from me before I go in for a kiss, planting firmly against his lips. His hands immediately cup my cheeks to draw me closer, the intensity pulling a low moan from me.

I hum, eyes fluttering shut as I pull him back into a kiss, a bit hungrier this time at the feel of his tongue swiping across my bottom lip, requesting access-to which I happily obliged. My hands settle at the base of his neck. The pads of my fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. He explores my mouth, our tongues grazing one another. Our noses pressed uncomfortably against each other, hardly able to breathe but, I couldn't get enough. I sit back, settling myself on his thigh. I almost moan, feeling the hardness of his thigh between mine. My cunt pulses against him, Jesse silently cursing against my lips.