Page 25 of Bossed By The Boggart

It’s bad enough that he won this stupid bet. I’ll be damned if he wins anything more from me, including my worry about something as paltry as a peck on the lips.

So I grab his bright blue tie—that matches his hair perfectly—and yank Bash to me. He meets me in the middle, our lips pressing together.

The kiss is over before it even really begins, and I pull back with a smug grin for having delivered.

I might have lost the bet, but I just won this little skirmish—or I did until I saw my boss’s expression.

Amused.

Condescending.

Unimpressed.

The ever-present anger within me rages to the surface, and I lunge forward, yanking the annoying man back into my hold.

This time when we touch, I hold nothing back, pouring every conflicted emotion I have for this man into the kiss.

His lips are surprisingly soft—and warmer than I imagined. Bursts of sensation explode in my head like fireworks as Bash growls. The sound vibrates against my mouth, a hungry echo of my own want.

I smooth my palms over his chest and then his arms, the hard muscles rippling beneath my fingers at the contact, but when I reach his shoulders—sweet lord above.

Bash isn’t wearing an 80s blazer with shoulder pads like I’ve always assumed…they’re just his shoulders!

A gasp escapes me at the revelation, and I pull back, but Bash follows, refusing to relinquish the press of his mouth to mine.

The sweep of his tongue cuts off my thoughts as Bash spears his giant clawed hands through my long hair.

My nipples harden at the rough touch as liquid heat pools in my belly. I slide my tongue along his as my world spins and blurs.

He groans my name, a reverent whisper like I’m some ancient goddess bestowing upon him the gift of my passion.

Never in my life have I ever been kissed like this—like I’m the air this man needs to breathe if he’s to live another moment on this Earth.

It’s intoxicating.

Leaving one hand in my hair, Bash snakes the other around my neck, pushing lightly until I’m propelled backward. My back hits the wall as my boss pins me in place.

At any second, anyone could stumble upon us and our more than inappropriate behavior, but I’m too caught up in the moment to care.

The hand around my throat dips to caress my collarbone before exploring lower, leaving a trail of fiery sensations as his fingers skim over my body.

When he cups my breast, my knees really do buckle, but Bash catches me just before I collapse.

There’s a serious chance I’ll spontaneously combust from what this man is doing to me with his mouth alone, and this terrifies me.

Because if he can undo me with just a kiss, what will happen if he tries more?

Every inch of me wants this—wants Bash—but it can’t go further. With every passing second, my edges fray further, and I’m dangerously close to unraveling altogether.

My whole being throbs with need, imagining him touching me more while he makes me come.

Except, if he knew the truth about me, I doubt he would kiss me with the same passion.

It’s with this bucket of cold reality that I finally force myself to withdraw. With a ragged breath, I attempt to put some space between the two of us, but Bash won’t let me retreat.

“We can’t do this—it’s not right.”

He stares at me, his pink gaze nearly blinding. “I have never felt anything more right in my world than when my lips first touched yours.”

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