With His Boss (Stepbrothers Stepping Out Book 2)

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Excerpt:

"Just a little while longer and we'll sneak away," Grayson whispered in my ear. "Have to make sure Trace sees me."

I was big brother's "plus one" for his boss's "End of Summer" party. Although why the changing of the season mattered to the tech guru, I didn't get. Seemed like everyone who worked for Trace Patterson worked sixty-hour work weeks. How would they even notice the change of seasons? And even though his company offered paid vacations, no one took one--or if they did, they only skated away for a long weekend.

And I wanted to work for the man, why?

Okay, so he paid well, and his tech company was touted by Forbes as the next great thing. Having a successful run with Patterson Software opened all the right doors. I understood why Grayson was thrilled over his new job--he was a computer programmer with aspirations for running large projects, but I was just an executive assistant. I wasn't sure what putting up with the stress would buy me.

"I'm okay staying longer if you want," I said, leaning into his body. Since I was his date for the night, I might as well get everything he'd promised.

"Pretend we're friends with benefits," he'd said a week ago. "Patterson doesn't like hiring family. He thinks it weakens the team."

"But we're not family," I'd said then, turning to rub against his chest as I rose on tiptoe to whisper close to his ear. "And we do share...benefits."

When I gave Grayson's cock a nudge with my belly, he snorted and placed his hands on my hips. "Save it for when we get home, Bunny."

I wrinkled my nose. He'd called me Bunny when I was a little girl and liked to hop or skip everywhere I went. But he hadn't called me that for years--until I'd moved from home and into his apartment, and we'd crossed the line we'd been flirting with for so many years.

Now, he called me Bunny because I wanted it all the time. "Spoilsport. Bet we could do it in one of his guest rooms and no one would ever know."

He forced my hips against his. "Sweetheart, you have no patience. Are my leather seats going to get sticky on the way home?"

I eyed the pool, which had one of those "natural" waterfalls, with a deep recess behind the water. Even if someone could see skin tones through the waterfall, that person wouldn't be able to discern much more. "How about we go for a swim?" I asked, giving him another frontal rub.

His blue gaze cut to the waterfall. The corners of his lips twitched. "Did you even bring a swimsuit?"

"Who's gonna know my matching bra and panties aren't a bikini set?" I murmured, pressing my hips into his. There, I felt it. His cock was beginning to fill.

He cleared his throat and gripped my waist to set me away from him. "Use the cabana restroom. You can hang your clothes there. I'll join you in the water."

"Really?" I had just been teasing, because I knew he was super-cautious to always show a professional face at these functions.

"Yeah, really. Think I'm not bored, too?" He arched an eyebrow. "Don't play with anyone else before I get there."