Page 2 of Foreplay with the Boss

“Are you okay?” he asked, extending…a couple of tampons. Of course. No sexy red lipstick or sleek pens, because my luck was too shitty for that.

“Yes, thank you.” I snatched the tampons out of his hand and shoved them back in my purse, then gathered the rest as quickly as I could.

He stood and extended a hand, and I took it—when else was I going to get to touch a man this hot without him taking a restraining order out on me?

“Why don’t you come over and take a seat by me?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes,” I said, and unfortunately, not just in my head. Luckily, he merely looked amused by my overly enthusiastic response. Let’s work on employing the filter, okay? Or that restraining order will be filed before we reach our destination.

He led me to the set of seats opposite the door I’d come in through. I slid into one, and he sat across from me. I noticed the open laptop on the seat next to him.

I tried to think of something clever to say, but then I was imagining licking his jaw like the sexual deviant I’d suddenly become, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as my pulse raced through my body.

He glanced at his laptop and then back to me.

“Oh,” I said. “If you’re, uh, working, don’t let me stop you.” “Why didn’t you tell those guys to move out of your way?”

There was an edge to his words, like my failure to do so irritated him, and the question even felt a little like a scolding.

“I tried. They didn’t hear me.”

His dark eyebrows scrunched together like I’d said something that didn’t make sense.

“Tried?”

“Twice.” I lifted two fingers like he wouldn’t understand otherwise, because clearly I was suffering some kind of lust- fueled stroke.

The creases in his forehead deepened.

Speaking of trying, I was trying not to squirm under his intense scrutiny. I crossed my legs, and his eyes tracked the movement. When his attention snagged on the heels, I decided wearing them was the smartest decision I’d ever made.

Slowly, his gaze ran back up my body, heating me as it did.

“Next time, I suggest demanding they move in a loud voice and adding a shove if they’re too dumb to understand that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, “but I’m hoping that most people are polite enough that there won’t be a next time.”

“Oh, there’ll be a next time,” he said, but instead of sounding like something bad, his delicious voice made me think that I’d deal with rude people all day long if it meant a few minutes sitting across from him.

CHAPTER 2

Jameson

I didn’t know what to make of the woman seated across from me. She wasn’t the type of woman that I usually went for, but since she’d stepped on the train, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her.

Actually, it was before that, when I’d seen her running for the train. I’d never seen anyone book it that fast in heels before, and twice I’d thought she was going to go down for sure. As someone who usually ducked his head and disregarded everyone else in favor of using the commuting time for work, I was hardly an expert on train-riding etiquette, but surely most decent human beings wouldn’t be so self-involved they’d ignore someone who was plastered against doors that could open any moment.

I’d watched in exasperation as the men just stood there and talked, ignoring her completely. She could’ve been seriously injured.

It shouldn’t bother me so much that she didn’t just raise her voice and tell them to move, but it did. I was of the “There is no try” philosophy. It’d gotten me where I was today.

On the train, across from a woman who had long sexy legs that I couldn’t stop imagining wrapping around my waist. And those breasts… So I wouldn’t be another jerk on the train, I worked to keep myself from blatantly ogling them, but they were fucking fantastic, pressing against the sheer fabric of her shirt like they refused to be fully contained.

Judging by her mussed, reddish-brown hair, someone else had beat me to playing out all the wicked thoughts flashing through my brain. Those waves looked like they’d been dragged against a pillow or mattress repeatedly.

I grabbed my computer and placed it on my lap, because I was starting to get turned on at the idea of being the one to press her to a mattress. To run my fingers through that tangle of hair and yank her head back as I pulled down that top, let her breasts free, and ran my tongue over them to see if they tasted as amazing as they looked.

Suddenly I hated the guy who’d mussed her hair this morning, which was completely irrational. I didn’t get jealous. I had convenient, no-strings “relationships” to release steam from time to time, but the only thing I was committed to was my company. With the big upcoming changes on the horizon, that was the way it would stay, too.

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