Page 21 of My Forbidden Boss

He’ll see my failings one day, but right now he looks at me as though none of them exist.

It’s too much temptation. I have to know. For however long this lasts for, what it feels like not to have those judgments shoved down my throat and used against me.

“Worth it,” I say.

His fingers tighten on my scalp while the steel of his arms cage me against his chest. His dark eyes glitter all male possession and my heart goes thump thump thump. “Yes. It is.”

I suck in a breath as he kisses me again. My belly clenches as heat scorches my veins. It burns in a good way. I pressed my aching nipples into his chest and tremble at the sweet ache washing through my system.

His hands move along my back, tracing my spine while his tongue lashes into my mouth. He moans and a tremor works through his fingers.

He breaks the kiss. The darkness swallows up his eyes as he positions me against the desk, which is just as well because I’m not sure I can stand without support. He strides across the room, closes the door and shuts the blinds. The snick of the lock sounds like a nail in my coffin. He turns to me. My eyes rake over his heaving chest and the bulge punching the front of his pants. He’s all disheveled devil and stalking panther. He watches me like I’m prey.

I’m pinned to the spot, unable, unwilling, to run

His lips press into a grim line as heat makes his eyes shimmer. “If you want to leave it at this, tell me now, Adeline. I’ll open the door and I’ll pretend this never happened. You’ll continue to be my employee and I’ll be your boss and I’ll promise to keep my hands to myself.”

There’s a problem with what he’s saying. I don’t want to go back to before. I’ve had a taste of what it means to be looked at as though I’m wanted. Desired.

Once isn’t enough.

Not when it comes from David. A man who comes undone with a simple kiss. The darker part of me wants to know how much he’ll unravel if we do more.

“I don’t want this to end,” I say.

“Don’t say something you’ll later regret,” David says.

Will I regret this? Probably, but I’m too far gone to care. Too far out of my mind, wanting to know, needing to feel.

I’ve been propelled out of survival mode for the first time in my brief life. One taste and I’m hooked. This can only end up one way.

Bad idea? Check.

Taboo? Check.

Total lack of judgment? Sign me up and throw away the pen because I’m marking this dubious contract.

In blood.

“I don’t care,” I say.

He strides towards me and hauls me on top of the desk. He pushes between my thighs, which I part to let him close. I’m dizzy when he leans down to kiss me again. He’s masculine spice on my tongue. Heat in my veins.

My skirt hikes to my thighs. He palms my bare skin, his heat searing to my bones. My hands flutter across his sculpted arms, into the short hair at the back of his head as he leans into me, all male power and experience.

His tongue slips into my mouth and his thumbs trail delicious circles on my inner thighs. My breath hitches and I jolt at the unfamiliar touch of male hands on my skin. I don’t care. This is David and this is his touch. This isn’t a bet or a way to grind me into the ground. He’s kissing me, touching me because he wants to.

I stroke his shoulders, learning what he feels like, fighting the need to touch him all over. He’s all hard muscle sliding under taut skin. I run my hands over back and down his arms and there’s magic in the solid mass under my touch.

A knock sounds at the door. He kisses me as though he doesn’t hear, but the knock goes on. He leans back, his lips swollen and wet and breathing hard and curses under his breath. Andrea is still not here and with me kissing Blue Sky’s boss, there’s no one to field his office.

“Mr Chandler? It’s Sophie Chambers. Is anyone there?”

Tension runs like live-wire where I touch him. David cups my cheek as though he doesn’t want to let me go, but the knocking is insistent. “If Sophie didn’t charge two hundred dollars an hour, I’d tell her to come back.”

“I understand.” And I do.

Doesn’t stop me wishing no one was knocking on the other side of that door.

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