The Boss: (Billionaire Romance) by Lexy Timms Page B

two for when Alex got back.
    Her eyes drifted to the laptop again. He didn't have to know. If he walked in while she was on, then she could say that she was checking her email. He probably didn't have anything embarrassing on his laptop. She couldn't imagine him on hooker websites or hard-core porn. It would be the boring usual, she was sure. Email, social media, probably some work-related things, and maybe even some Buzzfeed videos. That would be it. Completely harmless.
    She checked the oven, her phone to see if Alex had texted during the long drive. He still wasn't back. So she settled on the couch facing the window, her back to the kitchen, and opened the laptop. She was right about most of his history. It was the usual mundane things. He had looked up several websites on managing personal and professional lives, though, as well as articles about reconciling with family. She glanced at the picture on the wall. They all looked close and happy in that photo. Happier than Alex had ever looked at work. But when she looked closer she realized it was several years old. Alex couldn't have been older than twenty. Was it possible that they had become estranged over time? It wasn’t something she could bring up casually over dinner. This was none of her business.
    She scrolled through a few more and then her cursor hovered over a website not like the rest. It was definitely a porn site. No doubt about that. She bit her lip. What did Alex Reid fantasize about in bed? Before she could think better about it, she clicked on it. Pictures of women being fucked filled the screen. Heart racing, she quickly scrolled down to see short videos and teasers. She couldn’t stop looking, her own body becoming aroused as she went through pictures of women sucking men's cocks and women spreading their legs as men slipped inside of them. She didn't dare turn on one of the videos, scared of coming right on Alex's couch, but looked through the pictures, moisture pooled between her legs.
    "You are making it very hard to be a gentleman."
    Jamie jumped and slammed the laptop lid shut. "I-I d-didn't hear you c-come in," she stammered. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life.
    "I can tell." The tone of his voice giving away nothing.
    She bit her lip and his eyes immediately went to her mouth. “Sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.
    "I can honestly say I’ve never come home to a woman watching porn.”
    “I am so sorry.” She wished the ground would open and swallow her up.
    “Don’t be.”
    “Excuse me?” She noticed a corner of his mouth curve upwards.
    “That’s probably the coolest thing I’ve seen you do. And the highlight of my day.”
    He hadn’t realized she had been going through his personal history. Another thought occurred to her. “Please don’t think I do this during work time. I’ve never...” She let her voice trail off, the need to defend only seemed to be making her look guiltier.
    “Do you enjoy torturing me?"
    Her breathing quickened as he took a step toward her. He came close, but not close enough for her to feel him. She desperately wanted him to do what she’d seen on the website to her. It was completely unprofessional, completely wrong and yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She’d apologize and deal with it in the morning if he would just force her to spread her legs so she could beg him to slip inside of her.
    "If you don't want this to go any further, then I suggest you leave right now," he said, his voice low and husky.
    Jamie didn't move. If she had any sense at all she would leave right now. But she was rooted to the spot. She wanted him so badly, more than she had ever wanted anyone else and she knew he wanted her. It’s just physical release. Nothing more.
    "Jamie, if you don't leave, I will take you," he said tersely. "It’ll change everything."
    "Fuck me," she whispered. “Please.”
    He groaned and pulled her to him, his mouth claiming hers roughly. She wrapped her arms around