Page 46 of Foreplay with the Boss

Nope. My panties didn’t stand a chance of making it through the day. He kissed me, one hard press of lips that was over way too fast, and then he climbed out of the car.

Another thing had changed since I’d arrived in Boston. At first I wanted to know more about Jameson Stone. I wanted to know everything and to dig a little and see what made him tick. But I felt myself growing attached, despite my internal warnings, and now I worried that knowing more would only get me into trouble, and it felt like I’d already landed myself in quicksand, my feelings only making me sink faster.

Don’t think about that now, don’t think about that now…

The area near the harbor was bustling with people out enjoying the sunshine. I loved the energy and the old buildings and staring out at the sparkling water and seeing the boats bobbing along, and I kept stopping our progress to take pictures like the tourist I was.

Jameson was different here than in the office, everything about him more relaxed, like the weight of the world had been temporarily lifted off his shoulders. I wrapped an arm around his waist and curled closer to him. “I love it here. It’s so much greener, and Hartford doesn’t have a harbor. And it’s not like I have a boat, so I couldn’t really do much besides stare at the harbor, but still. It’s nice to know that theoretically I could sail out there someday and see more of it.”

“If you did have a boat, and money was no object, would you choose speed or luxury?”

I glanced out at the water again and thought of sipping fruity drinks on a deck—a good option, for sure. Then I thought of speeding across the water, the wind in my hair, and felt a kick of adrenaline. “Depends on the day and mood, but I think I’d choose speed.”

Jameson looked pleased at the news. “That was my guess.” “What about you? Speed or luxury?”

He turned us down a dock, keeping me tucked next to him. “I actually have both?—”

“Of course you do,” I said.

He poked my side. “Hey. Technically one belongs to the company, but the speedboat’s all mine, and I worked my ass off to get it.”

I tipped back and gave a pointed look to his delectable denim covered ass. His suit coat usually obscured part of it, which was a shame, really. “Looks like it’s still there to me.”

He rolled his eyes and I laughed. “Admit it. I’m hilarious.”

He smiled down at me and warmth swirled through my chest. “You’re definitely entertaining.”

“Not exactly the same thing, but I’ll let it go since I’m going to ask for something else.”

“A ride on my speed boat? Because before you interrupted, I was going to offer you one.”

“Okay, I’m going to ask for two somethings.”

He slowed us to a stop and turned to face me, placing his hands on my hips. “Let’s hear it.”

“But if I let you keep guessing, you might say more things that I want to do, and maybe I can rope you into them, too.”

“If you don’t spit it out, rope will be involved in your punishment.”

“Mmm. You need to work on your threats—that sounds like a reward to me.”

Jameson’s fingers dug into my skin. Using his strong grip, he yanked me flush with him, and I could feel him growing hard against my stomach. “I know you’re going to be the death of me, and yet here I am playing with fire, asking it to consume me.”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat echoing mine. “Later, there will be fire and consuming. Right now, I want water and fish.”

Confusion crinkled his brow. “You mean dinner? I have reservations set for later, but if you need a snack…”

“No, I want to see fish not eat them.” I pointed over his shoulder, and he glanced back.

“You want to go to the New England Aquarium?” “If it won’t mess up your plans.”

“Actually, I haven’t been there in a long time. When I was younger, I decided I wanted to be a marine biologist, so I used to constantly beg my mom to bring me.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t demand it,” I teased. As I’d mentioned before, it was hard for me to picture a little Jameson. He seemed like he just came this way, bossy and demanding and tall and muscular and sexy as hell.

“My parents didn’t react to demanding nearly as well as my employees do.” Jameson lifted the hand I had on his chest, kissed the back of it, and then laced his fingers with mine. It was such a boyfriend-type move, and along with the tingles, a spark of hope ignited, even though I knew I should keep myself in check. “Let’s go see some fish.”

CHAPTER 27

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