Page 201 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

He brushes his lips across mine, then sweeps his tongue across the seam, eliciting a sigh as I shudder. Pressing against him, I encourage him to deepen the kiss and he doesn’t disappoint. His tongue delves inside my mouth with wicked strokes.

My breaths grow shallow as I return his kiss with enthusiasm. It’s enough to kick the kiss up another notch and I’m quickly out of my depth as his fingers tighten in my hair, twisting it, and dragging my head back. He kisses me like he can’t live another moment without tasting me, and I rock my body into him to eliminate any space between us.

A ragged groan rumbles from deep within his chest, vibrating against me and ratcheting up my need. No one has ever kissed me so wickedly before. I guess that’s the difference between kissing a high school boy and a grown-ass man. He puts his whole body into it and I’m here for every second of this deliciousness.

Finding my courage, I release his T-shirt from my grip and slide my hands up his obliques, feeling the hard, defined muscles beneath my fingertips. His muscles twitch as I continue my exploration with more confidence, while his kiss grows more demanding. Scratching my fingernails across his back, I grin internally when another groan rumbles from him. His hands slide down, gripping my ass firmly, and he lifts me from my feet. Wrapping my legs around his slim hips, I grind down on the hardness confined in his black jeans.

Eleven

Lincoln

She tastes as sweet as I thought she would with a side serving of inexperience, but that could be wishful thinking on my part. I’d love to believe I’m the first man she’s ever kissed, but there’s no way that could be a possibility, because the woman is a fucking knockout. Actually, I take that back. I don’t want the responsibility of being her first anything, especially since it’s happening here and not in a fancy hotel.

As much as I shouldn’t be doing this with my employee, I also can’t believe it’s taken us this long for the tension between us to boil over. Each day spent working alongside her has tested my resolve to the point of no return. Now that I’ve tasted her mouth, I want to taste her everywhere.

With her delectable ass in my hands and her pussy grinding against my cock, I carry her toward the back office where we’ll have more privacy. Our kiss doesn’t slow and what she lacks in experience, she certainly makes up for with enthusiasm. Her hands make it to my hair and her harsh tugs send my pulse spiking. Reluctantly dragging my mouth from hers to draw in a breath, I place her on my clean desk.

The desk she keeps organized for me.

Because she’s my employee.

Damn.

What the hell am I doing?

I take a giant step back, look up at the ceiling, and run my hand through my hair. When I finally drop my eyes to the woman sitting on my desk with her breasts heaving and eyes full of confusion, my cock begging for release and my blood pounding in my ears, I pause.

What the fuck am I doing?

I’m twelve years her senior.

And her boss.

This is wrong on so many levels.

So why does it feel so right?

More right than anything I’ve felt before.

“Linc?” Soph murmurs as she closes her legs self-consciously, making me feel like an asshole.

I pace the small office like a caged lion, darting my eyes back to her each time I pass her and noting her flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and puffy lips. Fuck. I step into her body, shoving my way between her thighs again, and cup her face—“I’m sorry.”—then I slam my mouth down on hers. A startled gasp bursts out of her and I take advantage, spearing my tongue inside.

Our kiss is devastating.

She’s devastating.

This woman has the power to destroy me.

Turn me to bone and ash.

But I don’t stop. I can’t.

I tangle my fingers in her silky hair and drag her head back so I can kiss my way down her sexy throat, just as I’ve imagined. The vibration of her moan tickles my lips, escalating my need for her. Sliding one hand down her lithe body, I slip my fingers beneath her silky shirt, and the heat of her flesh scorches me. When I press my cock against her like an unrestrained teen, she answers by pushing her tits against me as I lightly glide my fingers up her ribs until I reach the silk of her bra.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I pull away to take a breath, trailing her stunning features with my eyes. She takes a moment to open hers, revealing their now-familiar warmth. Her messy hair makes my lips tip up on one side and her swollen lips call to me, so I press another softer kiss to them.

Dropping my fingers to the buttons of her shirt, I ask, “Can I take this off?”

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