Shaundi POV:

I don't know what to say. Fuck. I like the boss. Like a lot. But now that I know he likes me too, I don't know what to say anymore. I had fantasized about him saying he liked me and I had my response all planned out, but now I don't know what to do.

"I'm so sorry Shaunds. Forget I said anything." He head fell into his hands. I feel so ashamed of myself. He really likes me.

He started to get up and walk to his car. Very quickly I might add.

I ran towards him and pulled his arm. He turned around and I crashed into a hug. He returned the hug and nuzzled his face into my neck. I could have stayed like that forever. His hot breath on my neck was enough to make me fall in mad love.

"Boss… I don't know what to say."

"No need to say anything. I get it." He seemed so disappointed.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes.

Boss POV:

She pulled away and I looked into her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes.

She cupped my face with her soft hands. I leaned into her touch. Then I slowly inched my face towards hers until our lips met. I moved my lips against hers and she did the same. It was a sweet and loving kiss. She pulled away, not breaking eye contact.

Then she held my hand, not saying a word and walked back to my car. OUR car.

I drove back to the penthouse, I parked and got out of the car. Shaundi was about to get out too when I said, "Wait."

I walked around the front of the car and opened the door for this gorgeous woman. She gave me a small smile that melted my heart. She took my hand and we got in the elevator going up.

We walked out of the elevator and no one was in the penthouse. Good. Shaundi went over to the couch while I went to the kitchen. I got two glasses and a bottle of red wine. I came back and she was just chillin' on the couch, looking sexy as fuck.

"We need to talk." I said.

"Yup." She replied.

I sighed and poured us the wine. She gladly took hers and downed the whole glass, then helped herself to some more. God I love her.

"Help yourself." I chuckled.

"So now what?" Shaundi said nonchalantly.

"Well I don't know. Whatever you want." I looked at her.

"I think it's obvious what I want." She looked back at me. Wow is it hot in here?

"Actually no," I let out a nervous laugh, "I'm honestly quite confused. I've never done the whole feelings thing."

"I want you." She stood up and pulled me into her. I crashed my lips into hers roughly and lustfully. She responded just as eagerly while I lead us to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss the whole time.

I kicked the door open and she pushed me onto my bed. She started to take her clothes off but I stopped her.

"No." I said while making direct eye contact.

Shaundi POV:

"No." He said.

He started to tug at the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it off. What a tease. Then he touched my face and kissed my nose.

My hands had a mind of their own and started to make their way up his shirt. I took it off and explored his toned chest. I kissed his shoulder where there was a small bullet scar. He shuddered.

"Shaundi…"

"Mhmm?" I continued to trail kisses down to his V-line when he stopped me.

"Baby. I can't do this." He looked almost sad.

"Why? I want you." I touched his hair.

He brushed his hand against my cheek. "I know and trust me I do too, but this will have to wait for another time." He said, "We need to take this slow." He lightly ran his hand down my arm.

"That's probably a good idea." I lay down on his bed and he came up next to me. He turned his head to face mine and I did the same.

I put my head against his chest and he laughed and kissed my hair. He's so loving. I've never had a man who actually LIKED me.

"What's so funny?" I smiled too.

"Your so perfect. Your hair smells delicious, your hands are soft, your eyes are big, your lips are full, your nose is cute, and your booty is amazing." He is so fucking sweet.

"Thank you. I've never had someone actually like me. All they wanted was free weed or sex." I moved my head and looked back up at him.

I was in love with this man. For all his insecurities and imperfections. For his sweet and loving attitude when no one was watching. For his tough guy persona with the gang. For the small but caring comments he gives me. I love this man.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. He couldn't stop smiling.

"I'm thinking about you." I smiled back. A real smile, not a fake one.

"Damn…" He looked dazed.

"What? Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No babe. It's just your smile. I don't see it very often anymore, but that makes your smiles all the more special." He moved his hands down to my hips.

And we laid like that until we both fell asleep.

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-S