Page 7 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

When she spins, heat flashing in her eyes, I realize the hope is useless.

A waitress passes by with a tray of shots. Cora reaches out and takes two, handing one to me.

We clink our glasses together before throwing back the shots and putting the empty glasses back on the tray.

Cora loops her arms over my shoulders, her body moving against mine to the beat of the music.

I dip my head closer to hers as the band plays a slower song. Her gaze locks on my mouth before flicking back up to my eyes.

I let my fingers trace down the low dip in the back of her dress. She leans into me, her fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of my neck.

I kiss her without thinking it through. She freezes for a moment, but just when I’m about to pull away, she tugs on my hair.

My moan is low as her mouth slants and moves against mine. She gasps when I nip at her bottom lip.

Our tongues tangle as my hands slide down to grip her ass. I pull her hard against me, getting lost in the feeling of her body against mine.

She tastes like alcohol and addiction.

Cora’s hands slip beneath my shirt. My muscles flex as she drags her nails over my skin.

I squeeze her ass tighter, hauling her against me as I kiss my way down her neck. She moans, her body still swaying. I suck on the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.

When I kiss her again, she rolls her hips against mine. Her tongue flicks over my bottom lip as her stiff nipples press against my chest through the thin layers of material that separate us.

The kiss will be permanently seared into my brain, especially when she pulls away, a sultry little smile on her lips.

“What do you say we get this party started?” Cora grabs my hand and tows me to the bar. “If we’re going to start being friendly with each other, I’m going to need a lot of alcohol first.”

She orders a round of shots, and we sit ourselves at the bar. We go shot for shot with each other. Cora laughs and rambles about the office gossip.

After a few more shots and another shared kiss, we pour out of the bar and out into the open streets of Colorado.

Cora laces her fingers tighter with mine, pointing at a white building with a rose arch. “Let’s go see what they’ve got going on.”

I follow her across the street, alcohol making my judgment hazy.

We should go back to our separate hotel rooms, but right now, I would follow her off the edge of the earth if she asked me to.

Chapter three

Cora

Whoever took a jackhammer to my head is going to die. It feels like a thousand tiny people with pickaxes in my head.

They keep digging away at the edges of my brain as I bury myself beneath the warm blankets.

The last thing I want to do is get out of bed right now. The mattress is soft, and the scent of a spicy cologne lingers on the sheets.

Yawning, I roll over and pull the blanket away from my face.

Though staying in bed all day sounds like a good idea, I’m not twenty-one anymore. I can’t spend the day rotting and nursing a hangover.

With a groan, I open my eyes and immediately shut them again. The bright light streaming through the open windows is too much to handle right now.

It threatens to burn my retinas, and the bright rays only make the tiny people with pickaxes angrier.

“Somebody just kill me.” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, but it does nothing to dull the pounding. “That is the last night I’m drinking. Never going to happen again.”

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