Missing the Night

by Viola Grace

  He chuckled. “So, about that discussion we were going to have...”

  “Can’t I just blow you in a long and perverse tradition of bosses and personal assistants?”

  He paused. “As tempting as that offer is... no. I want to feel that wet heat wrapped around me.”

  “Come on, you are a fan of negotiating.” The more she panicked, the faster her mouth moved.

  His eyes danced, and he moved to the head of the bed, propping himself up on a series of pillows. “Come here, Orvis.”

  She moved toward him slowly. “I think you might want to use my first name for this.”

  “Fine, Atolica. Sit astride me.”

  She blinked. “I don’t think I have ever been astride anyone.”

  “Do you ride horses?”

  “Not usually. Motorcycles.”

  His brows arched in surprise as she settled into place. “Motorcycles?”

  “Sure. Cheap to run, easy to park. I don’t have Reese drive me everywhere.”

  He cupped her hips and rocked her clit against his erection.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I am attempting to increase your arousal so that you are enticed to take me inside you.” He smiled.

  “Enticed? Is that a thing?” She leaned forward and planted her hands next to his shoulders as her body took up the rhythm, and she was getting him nice and slick in the process.

  He leaned forward and caught one of her nipples gently with his teeth and flicked the nub rapidly with his tongue. She felt the air rush out of her as her entire body flexed at the sensation. She groaned, her hips rocked, and her sex slid up his erection. The tip was pressing against her opening, and she slid a little of him inside.

  Stovos’s head was back, his neck was corded, and his eyes were closed.

  Unsure but having an idea of how things went, she slid a little further onto him. Paused. Panted and slowly took more of him in until she couldn’t take any more of him. She flexed her fingers on his shoulders and said, “What next?”

  He opened his eyes, and they were glowing brightly. “Now, we dance.”

  She blinked at the phrasing, and he undulated into her. She flexed her hands and groaned, “Fuck it.”

  She dismissed her wings but kept her silver skin. Stovos stared at her for a moment, and then, he rolled them onto the bed, stroking in and out of her with fascinating slowness.

  He kissed her, and she kissed him back, her hips moving with his as they slid together.

  Time stretched, and when she felt the tightness that seemed to herald her orgasm, he moved faster, and when she screamed, he swallowed it. He groaned and shook violently, jerking his hips against her.

  She felt something hot inside her and looked at him. “What was that?”

  He blinked innocently. “Semen?”

  “Wow. You train them young. That was magic.” The heat was starting to move through her system.

  He smiled brightly. “Why, thank you. You were wonderful as well.”

  She smacked him in his arm. He grabbed her wrist and held it down, kissing the inside of her forearm.

  Her eyes were wide, and tears welled in her eyes. “Seriously. What was that?”

  He sighed and pressed kisses to her cheeks. “Nothing major. A tracking spell of sorts. We don’t like to lose our lovers.”

  “Sneaky bastard. You should use protection. The number of women your cock has been in in the last few years definitely warrants a little caution.”

  “And yet you came to my bed anyway.” He smiled. “And that’s Boss to you.”

  “Not when you are inside me. Then, you are a smug jerk all the way. And I was carried here. I didn’t just wander by picking daisies or rush in to get you to sign a contract.”

  He shrugged. “You are here now, so the end result is satisfying.”

  “You are too cocky, but I guess that is what happens when you are old as dirt.” She knew that she had prodded him in a sensitive spot when he stilled.

  He leaned into her as his erection swelled inside her. “You know what age gives you?”

  “What?”

  “Patience and knowledge.” He was looking grimly satisfied as he started to move inside her again.

  “What does that mean?”

  He smiled and moved inside her, kissing her and stroking her breasts while he rocked into her. When she was near release again, he stopped.

  He pulled out of her and lay back with one arm behind his head.

  “What the actual interrupted fuck?” She stared at him and sat up.

  He shrugged. “I am old as dirt. I get tired.”

  She groaned. “If I apologized, would you do it again?”

  “No, I think this is something you should take into your own hands.”

  She frowned and slid one hand to her breast and the other hand between her thighs. His eyes went wide, and the room went red at the flare. “Oh, gods. No, I meant to get on me and finish what we started.”

  She circled her clit with her fingertips and rocked against her own hand. “Are you sure? I think you might be exhausted.” She lifted her breast, bent her head, and laved her own nipple with her tongue. The sensations weren’t the same as when he touched and licked her, but she continued until she whined and shuddered next to him.

  He growled and tackled her to the bed, holding her hands above her head as he ravaged her breasts with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. She shuddered, and her hips began a slow circle against his abdomen. He lifted his head. “You learn fast.”

  She laughed then groaned as he slid into her. “Have you met me? Of course, I do.”

  He rocked into her slowly, and he kissed her softly with her arms still pinned. She locked her legs around his hips and moved with him. The buildup was slow, but the rush of pleasure reached from her toes to behind her ears. He took her song again when she came and jerked against her at the same time.

  He rested on her for a few minutes before rolling to the side and taking her with him. He pulled out of her, and she wasn’t sure where to look. She checked her watch and winced at the time. He was busy stroking her breasts and the curve of her waist.

  “Uh, Boss?”

  He looked at her, “Yes, Atolica?”

  “I have to get going.”

  “What?” His voice was flat. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “I am not ridiculous. Tomorrow is Monday. You have meetings in the morning, and I have to get home, take a shower, and get some sleep. My office clothes aren’t here, so I would have to get up at five to do all that in order to get to work on time.”

  He groaned and pulled her to him. “I don’t want you to leave.”

  “Horny Stovos doesn’t want me to leave, but business Stovos will be glad I did.”

  “You will have clothing brought here.” An idea occurred to him. “We will get it now.”

  “What?” Her body ached in interesting places.

  “Imagine your home, and I will have the shadows take us there.”

  “Uhhh.” The idea of a naked boss in her home was both intriguing and horrifying.

  He patted her hip. “Come on. We get your clothing, and then, Yusen will have breakfast and coffee for us tomorrow morning.”

  She sighed and stood up, pausing as the trickle of cum down her inner thigh distracted her. “That feels so weird.”

  He laughed. “You will get used to it.”

  She shivered. “We are doing this again?”

  Her boss pulled her close. “Any time that my assistant tells me that there is free time.”

  She swallowed. “You are about to become excessively busy.”

  He grinned. “You know of my ability to manipulate my schedule.”

  She pulled away. “Let’s just go.”

  He nodded. “Put your hand in the shadow and think of home.”

  Tolly thought of home and touched the shadow. She stepped through and flushed dark grey.

  He la
ughed. “My office is home?”

  “It is where I spend most of my time. It’s okay, though. I keep extra clothing here. This will do.”

  He grabbed her arm. “Your actual home.”

  She nodded, and he made another portal. This time, she got it right.

  She moved around in the silence of the tiny space and got a bag together with a few outfits and a couple of breast bands along with stockings and shoes.

  “You won’t need the binders.” He reached for them.

  She grabbed his hand. “I do. My clothing doesn’t fit without them. I am not going to work naked.”

  He growled. “Get new clothes.”

  She gritted her teeth. “No. I have already spent my clothing budget for the year.”

  They glared at each other in the dark. He grabbed her bag and her waist, and a moment later, they were back in his bedroom.

  “This wasn’t a good idea. I can’t work for you and do this.” She flapped her hand toward the bed. “Wait, who made the bed?”

  He brushed that off. “The house is alive. It keeps itself clean for the most part. As for the other, we will sleep on it and discuss it in the morning.”

  She summoned her cell phone and checked the schedule. “Your first meeting is at nine. We have to leave here by eight-fifteen, so you can look casually smug when they arrive.”

  He dropped her bag and pulled her to him. “In that case, we should get some sleep. How tired are you?”

  She blinked. “Um, not very. Why?”

  He peeled the sheets back and pulled her in with him. “I thought we could make the most of the time before we have to resume our daily routines.”

  He turned her so that her back was to him, and he slid into her again. Her sex was hot and swollen, but as he slid into her, she shuddered against him.

  Stovos whispered, “Touch yourself like you did before.”

  She stroked her clit, circling slowly and then faster as he thrust into her.

  She lifted her breast and leaned down to flick her nipple with her tongue. He did the same to her other nipple, and her body did that strange flexing thing again. Her orgasm wasn’t too far behind as she flicked her nipple in soft strokes of her tongue. She gasped, and stars sparked behind her eyes as she moaned. Stovos continued his licking and sucking as he drove into her, and her body slowly clasped and released him. He grunted and held himself against her again.

  They lay together, linked and sweaty, and Tolly admitted to herself that she was really tired. It had been a long day. She hoped Nessa survived the honeymoon.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tolly woke up when her alarm started screaming. She turned it off and looked around. She was not at home, she was naked, and she was in someone else’s bed. The boss’s bed. Shit.

  She got up and looked around for the bathroom. Her shower was fast, and the water barely had time to heat up. She finger scrubbed her teeth with toothpaste and looked for a brush; she found a comb and tugged it through her hair. She braided it and rolled it into a knot at the base of her skull. It was a severe look, but that is what Orvis was known for.

  Wearing a towel and her human form, she went to get dressed and was putting her skirt on when the door opened, and Yusen arrived with his eyes averted.

  “Miss Orvis, Mr. Twilight is waiting for you in the dining room. How would you like your eggs?”

  “Scrambled.” She pulled her blouse on and tucked it in. One fitted blazer later and she had her phone, heels, and was ready for just about anything.

  She had been to the house before, so she knew the dining room was on the main floor. She walked down the same staircase she had been carried up a few hours earlier, and she fought her blush.

  The dining room was down the hall and to the left, so she peeped around the corner, and there was Mr. Twilight, with his impeccable suit, slicked-back salt-and-pepper hair, and mocha skin. He made a stunning human.

  He was reading a tablet and catching up on local news.

  “You are going to get a crick in your neck if you keep peeking around corners, Orvis.”

  She straightened and walked toward him. She was going to sit at the end of the long table, but he pointedly looked at the place setting next to him.

  She swallowed and took the seat that Yusen held out for her. “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure, Miss Orvis. Will you be staying over frequently? If so, the cook can lay in some of your favourite foods.”

  She opened her mouth, but Stovos said, “Yes. She will. She likes chocolate croissants and way too much sugar in her coffee. She will ask for her eggs scrambled if she hasn’t eaten in a place before because it is the safest choice, and she likes white toast.”

  Orvis sat with her mouth open, and Yusen blinked. “Yes, sir.”

  There was a basket with bacon, and she looked at it longingly while muttering, “That is either very sweet or very creepy.”

  “Let’s go with sweet.” He smiled slowly and resumed reading his news report.

  She took out her phone and flicked through some of the tabloids that had featured Nessa and the guys. Nessa took a good picture, and she could do what it took in the moment. There was a tiny brown figure in one of the images, and Orvis exhaled in relief that the focus had been on Stovos and she had been a blur in the distance.

  “Do I have any formal events this week?”

  “Yes, and as Hector, Tynan, and Nessa need a few days off, you are on your own.”

  “You will accompany me.”

  She smiled. “Of course. I always do; it is just—”

  “As my date. I have sent Cale a message, and he should be getting back to you this morning. Make yourself available.”

  Her mouth went dry even as breakfast was placed in front of her. “What? Why?”

  He gave her a look with one quirked eyebrow. “Because I want you at my side, and that means looking your best. No binder.”

  She blushed. “I am at your side with my normal clothing.”

  “Yes, but I am wanting to keep you within my grasp, and I cannot do that if you are dressed like a stylish block of wood.” He thought about it. “Hm. Come to think of it. I will come with you. I don’t trust you not to make everything high-necked and long-sleeved.”

  “You don’t have time.”

  He smiled. “I believe I have a few hours this afternoon.”

  “I will make sure you don’t have time.” She grumbled.

  She started eating and was doing pretty well when he said, “Now, do you wish to be addressed as my lover, my paramour, my girlfriend, my companion...”

  She coughed and cleared her throat with some hot coffee. “How about your assistant? I actually answer to that.”

  He shrugged. “I will tailor it to the occasion.”

  She sighed and finished her food, reaching out to the bacon and crunching down. She checked her phone, and they had half an hour before they had to leave. She ate a second piece of bacon and sipped her coffee.

  “You don’t like having your photo taken.”

  “Not really, no.” She winced as a thought came to her. “Geez. If the girls aren’t tied down, I am going to look like your mid-life crisis. I just have to brace myself for the gold-digger comments.”

  “You don’t have the hands to dig gold.” He seemed remarkably unconcerned with the other items she mentioned.

  She snorted and poured more coffee from a carafe for Stovos and herself.

  He smiled and picked up the cup.

  She doctored her coffee and sat with her hands curled around it, trying to think of nothing.

  “Why is your apartment so small?”

  “Oh. I am short on funds. I am paying off a few things.” She sipped on her coffee.

  “For five years?”

  “Um. Yeah. I am paying Nessa off for helping my sister. I am paying off my cousin Ladeer’s college courses and my mom’s mortgage. She lost her job, so I am paying it off. Only one year to go on Nessa
, two years on Ladeer, and five years on my mom’s mortgage.” She bit her tongue for her honest explanation.

  “Why did you take on those debts?”

  “Because they couldn’t. I can manage anything in small amounts. Like last night.” She smiled brightly.

  He gave her a wry look. “If your mind is fixed on small, I should try harder.”

  “I just meant it isn’t likely to reoccur. You had a thought, you followed it, and I followed it, and now we know. It’s done.”

  She tried to focus on her coffee while he glared at her. Some of his natural red was seeping through his grey. Her own heart called her a liar.

  She shivered, and he relaxed suddenly.

  She finished her coffee and the glass of water that had been next to it.

  “Are you ready to leave?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.”

  She hit the hot key on her phone and got an answer on her watch. The car was approaching.

  “No makeup today?”

  “I am not sure where my kit ended up after yesterday.”

  He tapped his table, and her makeup clutch appeared. She sighed and gave him a glance. He was looking at her expectantly.

  “Fine. Five-minute makeover.” She used the side of the carafe and evened her skin tone, set the first layer, put on her eyeliner, and a thin line of colour, a hint of blush, and the lip stain that she favored that made her lips a shade darker than her normal colour.

  As a final touch, she gave a flick of mascara then checked the earrings she had worn to the wedding and removed them. She tucked her little collection back into the bag.

  “Does the house also have my wallet?”

  “No. I do.”

  “Um, can I have it?”

  He shrugged. “You won’t need it today.”

  “I am going to need lunch, Boss.”

  He smiled slightly and got to his feet. Her wristband pulsed twice. “The car is here, Boss.”

  He eased her chair back and helped her to her feet. “Then, we should not keep him waiting.”