Page 45 of Foreplay with the Boss

I wrapped my arms around his waist. “From now on, I fully encourage touching at work, as long as no one can see.”

A wicked glint hit his eye. “So, so many ideas. You clearly have no idea how creative I can be.”

It should worry me, and common sense should also come knocking right now. But all that I experienced was excitement over how much fun we were going to have, and the thought that I should make sure to enjoy it while it lasted.

CHAPTER 26

Kat

I nearly tripped over my purse as I rushed to get the door. I paused in the entryway, took a deep breath and let it out, and did my best to appear calm and collected, even if I didn’t feel that way. It’d been nearly a month since Jameson’s and my fortuitous meeting on the train and the time was flying by so quickly now. We spent our work days sneaking in heated looks and exchanging dirty messages and discreet touches, and then we’d spend most evenings together, too. Things were so good with us, and today we had a real date, one that involved more than just grabbing food after a hot sex session.

Today we were starting with the hanging out, although I was still hoping it’d end with us naked and sweaty.

Of course, I didn’t know if he considered it a real date. Last night as I was getting dressed to head home, I’d remarked that I still hadn’t seen much of the city, and he’d said that we better amend that ASAP.

The knock sounded again, jerking me out of my thoughts.

“Good morning,” I said as I swung open the door. My throat went dry and all I could do was blink. I loved Jameson in a suit, and the hot flashes his ties gave me as I thought of new creative ways we could use them, but there was something very sexy about the simple blue T-shirt and worn-in jeans. I wanted to tell him to turn around so I could get a view of the back, the way he’d once done to me, but then he leaned in and kissed me, and my focus went to the feel of his lips and light scrape of scruff.

That’s what else is different. He has scruff.

I ran my hand down his face, his whiskers tickling my palm, and tipped onto my toes so I could deepen the kiss. Jameson wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing me tighter as his tongue met mine, stroke for stroke.

“Now it’s a good morning.” Two creases formed between his eyebrows, the expression so opposite of his words.

“What?”

“You’re turning me into a guy who says cheesy shit like ‘now it’s a good morning.’”

I moved my lips to his jawline so I could feel the scrape of his scruff again. “I like cheesy shit.” I moved my lips to the side of his neck. “Bring on more of the cheesy shit.”

His low laugh vibrated in his throat, and in turn, my lips. Then he ran his hands down my body and gripped my ass, fitting me tighter to him. My body took that as a signal it was game on, and I wondered if my panties would ever survive a session with Jameson without getting wet.

God, I hope not.

Jameson released his grip and grabbed my hand. “Come on, sexy. If you keep that up, we’ll end up in bed all day.” I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong with that and he placed a finger to my lips. “I have plans. Day plans, night plans, all the plans. You’re just going to have to rein in your inner nympho for a few hours.”

“Okay, but when I let her free, just know that she’s going to be uncontrollable.” I flicked out my tongue, licking his finger, and Jameson’s eyes darkened, sending my heart rate skyrocketing.

He drove his fingers through my hair and tugged, tipping my face to his. “We’ll see about that.”

With that challenge hanging in the air, he led me to his car. I sank into the leather seat and watched Jameson round the hood, staring at him like a lovesick teenager.

I had no idea what to expect out of this outing, but he drove us to the harbor, pulled the car into a parking spot, and cut the engine.

“Since you only have a couple more weeks here, I figured we should start with the most important sights first.”

Only a couple more weeks…When I first arrived in Boston, all I wanted to do was get this boss-in-training stuff over with. Now the thought of leaving in a few weeks had me panicking over how little time I had to enjoy days like this, not to mention my assertive foreplay and sex training.

Sure I already got the gist of it, but there were more positions and more things I wanted to try. I’d held back on one, afraid it’d cross the line, and if Jameson knew, I was sure he’d get mad at me for holding back. Which was why I planned to work up the courage soon, but I now realized it needed to be sooner rather than later.

“You look upset. If you’d rather do something else, we can—” “Whatever you have planned is exactly what I want to do.

Like I said last night, I’ve been wanting to explore Boston, and I’m very satisfied with the sexy tour guide I got hooked up with.” I flashed him a smile I couldn’t quite keep hold of. “The time aspect just hit me is all. How am I already at the month mark?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” “Oh, and you assume I’m having fun?”

Jameson leaned across the car, cupped my chin, and brushed his lips across mine. “I don’t have to assume. I can tell by the way you scream my name.”

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