Page 25 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

I throw my hands up in the air and take a step back. “I have no interest in your money! If Jake hadn’t insisted that I take this job instead of working two others, I wouldn’t be here!”

Griffin pours himself a cup of coffee. “You were going to work two jobs?”

“I don’t have much of a choice. And it’s not that strange. Plenty of people work two or more jobs to make ends meet.”

“You didn’t have to take this job. I certainly didn’t need to offer it.” He opens the mini fridge and pulls out a container of cream. He splashes some into his coffee and takes a sip before looking at me. “You know where the door is if you want to leave. That would make this divorce less messy than it already is.”

I rake a hand through my hair, spinning away from him and pacing across the room. “You hate me, yet you’re the one making this more complicated. Just get your lawyers to write up the damn papers saying that I get nothing, and I will happily sign them.”

There is a thud as Griffin puts the coffee mug down. His heavy footsteps come from behind me, and then he grabs my arm and spins me around to face him.

His eyebrows pull together. “Do you honestly think I hate you?”

“Why… would I think anything else?” I scowl at him, my heart pounding against my ribs. “I’d have to be an idiot to think you didn’t hate me. You always have.”

Griffin steps closer to me, forcing me back a step. “I don’t hate you, Cora. I’ve never hated you.”

“Could have fooled me.” I take another step back, my ass hitting the edge of his desk.

He shakes his head and closes the distance between us, his body nearly pressed against mine. “I said I don’t hate you. Did I like you when we were growing up? No. But I didn’t hate you back then. I really don’t hate you now. Fuck, Cora, do you know how hard it is to stay away from you after that kiss?”

“It was just a kiss.” I sense a hint of nervousness in my voice, and I’m barely able to spit the words out.

He shakes his head, his gaze falling to my lips.

My heart pounds against my chest as desire pools in my core.

Griffin is too close, and the heat between us is too much. I want him, and there is no denying that.

Griffin dips his head, his lips grazing against my jawline. “You’re wrong if you thought that was just a kiss, Cora.”

I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as his teeth graze my pulse. “Griff, this is a horrible idea, and you know it.”

“No. The horrible idea was you leaving me the morning after that kiss. And the way you’ve been trying hard to avoid me for the last two weeks.”

“Because this is such a great idea,” I whisper as I tilt my head back, feeling him trail lower down.

“Did you miss this, Cora?”

Griffin sucks on the sensitive skin, his hands gripping my hips. Sparks course through my body, making me feel like I’ve been lit on fire.

The outline of his hardened cock presses against me. Griffin pulls my blouse from the slacks it’s tucked into. His hands slide beneath my skirt and skate across my skin.

I arch my back into his touch as he cups my breasts. His thumbs flicker over my nipples as his mouth finds mine.

Our tongues tangle as I skillfully undo more buttons on his shirt, revealing the firm, chiseled chest.

Every muscle is defined beneath the taut skin, flexing beneath my hands as I roam his body.

If I’m going to be stupid enough to make this mistake with Griffin once, I want to remember everything about this moment.

Griffin groans into the kiss as I nip at his bottom lip. He hikes the hem of my blouse up, breaking the kiss long enough to toss it over my head.

He pulls back, his gaze roaming my body. He rolls my nipples through the thin material of my bra, teasing them into stiff peaks.

My breathy moan and his heavy panting are the only sounds in the room as he stares at me.

“Cora… fuck, you’re beautiful.” His voice is husky and deep.

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