I Slept With My Boss Then Married Him

Elizabeth Cox woke up in a predicament she never saw coming. The company’s annual gala had barely ended, and now—as consciousness trickled back in—her gaze landed on her boss’s perfectly sculpted six-pack. Her first coherent thought? "Am I about to get fired?"

Maximilian Carter, cool and reserved as ever, glanced her way. "We’ll get married," he said. "I’ll take responsibility."

Elizabeth’s jaw nearly hit the floor. Since when did CEOs turn into old-school romantics who thought one night together meant wedding bells?

Then the memory hit her: her friends at the party, teasing her. "Elizabeth, you’re twenty-six. Still never been kissed?" She’d never even had a boyfriend, let alone a first kiss. Mortified by how inexperienced she sounded, she’d downed a few more drinks as self-inflicted punishment and escaped to her room early, claiming she was too tipsy.

She fumbled with her key card. In her slightly drunk haze, she bumped her head against the door—and it swung open without warning. There stood Maximilian, his chiseled features radiating an allure she couldn’t deny.

Wait. What was he doing in her room? Elizabeth blinked, taking in the gorgeous man in front of her. This had to be a dream.

"Do you like what you see?" Maximilian’s voice was deep, gravelly, with a rough edge that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Mmm..." Elizabeth’s reply came out as a barely audible mumble.

The sight of the man she could never have in real life reminded her of what her colleague Kataleya had once said about him—a man that tall, that handsome? Definitely quite the catch.

Elizabeth licked her lips. Warmth curled low in her belly. In reality, he was way out of her league. But in a dream? Why hold back? She was curious just how skilled Maximilian really was.

She stepped forward boldly, her high heels clicking against the floor, and kicked the door shut behind her. "Mr. Carter, they say any woman who gets to be with you must be the luckiest woman alive. Let’s see if that’s true."

The room’s temperature spiked as their eyes locked. Maximilian, fueled by the night’s drinks, felt something fiery inside him roar to life. The enchanting woman in front of him was a temptation he had no intention of resisting.

"You want this? Hmm?" Maximilian’s face was close to hers now, his warm breath brushing her skin, his dark gaze boring into hers.

"Yes," Elizabeth whispered.

Her eyes, hazy and dreamy, gazed up at him. He looked even more striking than he did in the office. Elizabeth giggled softly, her gaze drifting from his brows to his sharply defined nose, then down to his slightly parted lips.

Without hesitation, she licked her lips. Her gaze shifted from seductive to innocent as she looked back into his eyes. Maximilian understood the unspoken invitation.

In one swift move, he turned the tables, pinning Elizabeth against the wall. His hand guided hers to his suit trousers. His voice was a low, gravelly whisper, thick with suppressed tension. "Help me with this."

Before she could answer, he kissed her—effectively taking charge. It was Elizabeth’s first kiss, and Maximilian deepened it with expert ease, his approach intense and passionate. Her heart raced wildly at the soft yet demanding kiss. It felt like something straight out of a fairy tale.

Every nerve in her body seemed to spark. She obediently began unbuttoning his shirt and pulling down his zipper. The dream was painless, filling her instead with warmth and comfort. With Maximilian’s subtle guidance, she even learned to please him actively.

Who would’ve thought that normally cool, composed Maximilian could be so considerate in bed? Though he did go on a little too long for her liking.

The next morning, as Elizabeth drifted between sleep and wakefulness, she heard a knock at the door. The sweet aftereffects of her dream still clung to her. It was almost as if she could hear Maximilian’s voice.

Then reality hit. She opened her eyes and saw Maximilian in a towel, walking toward her. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were emphasized by tempting muscles that disappeared beneath the towel.

Elizabeth froze. Sensual memories washed over her like a flood, each moment more tantalizing than the last. Her face burned with embarrassment.

"Mr. Carter, why are you here? Last night, did we...?"

She stammered, unable to finish the question.

Maximilian watched her blush and fluster with calm amusement. "What do you want to know?"

"I mean, did we... you know..." Her words tangled with her anxiety.

"We did," he confirmed, short and blunt—like he’d just delivered a quiet shock to her system.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A gasp slipped out. Maximilian observed her surprise with amused calm. "Regret it?"

It was hard to say. Her first time with such an exquisite, handsome man had been... quite enjoyable. But doing it with her own boss? Yeah, that was a whole can of worms.

"Mr. Carter, I was drunk last night and can’t remember much. Let’s just forget it ever happened. We’re adults. We should move on."

Maximilian watched her, a slight smirk forming. "You’re still in my bed, and you want to forget this happened?"

She accidentally noticed a hickey on his collarbone and pulled the sheets tighter around herself. "Turn around so I can get dressed."

Instead, Maximilian climbed into bed with her. She startled, and in a blink, his captivating face was close.

She clutched the sheets and tried to retreat, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. In the struggle, the sheet slipped to her waist.

Their skin touched. A shiver ran through Elizabeth, a delicious tingle coursing through her.

"Mr. Carter, you—"

Her heart raced harder. Her cheeks felt like they were steaming.

"You don’t remember anything?" Maximilian murmured, his gaze intensely focused on her. "Let me refresh your memory."

Her blush deepened. Her eyes darted away—and accidentally glimpsed his taut muscles. Memories of his prowess from the previous night came flooding back.

Desire was hard to contain once unleashed—even for someone as inexperienced as Elizabeth.

Maximilian leaned closer, his body radiating raw masculinity as he pressed against her. He lowered his head and nibbled teasingly at her collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from Elizabeth.

"Mr. Carter!" she protested, trying to deter him.

But before she could finish, her eyes widened as the world blurred into a haze of sensation.

If anything, now that she was wide awake, the man seemed even more intense. Soon it became overwhelming.

Today was the last day of the annual company retreat. After lunch, they were supposed to return to the office. Elizabeth worried that lingering too long would lead to her colleagues discovering them—a thought that made her anxious.

Yet Maximilian seemed in no hurry to let her out of his arms.

"Hurry up..." Elizabeth urged.

"Alright," Maximilian replied, quickening his pace and making Elizabeth feel as if she might dissolve.

"Not like that!" she groaned, on the brink of madness.

But she steeled herself, biting down to suppress any other sounds that might escape.

As their entanglement continued, a knock sounded at the door. Chatter and voices from the company’s board members and upper management filtered in from outside.

"Mr. Carter, the luncheon is ready. After we eat, we’ll head back to the office."

Elizabeth seized the opportunity like a lifeline. "Mr. Carter, hurry. It’s not smart to delay. We’ll be in hot water if someone finds us."

Her earlier boldness vanished, replaced by genuine panic.

Their moment interrupted, Maximilian’s expression darkened with annoyance. He rolled off her and reached for the phone on the bedside table.

"You all go ahead. I’ll be down shortly." After he ended the call, the noise outside gradually faded.

Elizabeth dressed as quickly as she could.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, Elizabeth’s phone rang again. Maximilian, still fastening his belt, picked it up.

"Hello?" he answered.

Elizabeth realized it was her phone. Panic rose as she watched him. She rushed over, and her heart sank as she realized who was calling. It was her friend Kataleya.

Downstairs, outside Elizabeth’s room, Kataleya exchanged curious glances with their colleagues.

"Hey, why did a man answer Elizabeth’s phone? And his voice was so deep and sexy... It almost sounded like Mr. Carter’s."

Kataleya’s voice carried a note of incredulity as she questioned the strange scenario unfolding before them.