Page 61 of Dear Grumpy Boss

I shook my head. “You haven’t.”

His mouth was beside my ear, which was the only reason I heard his soft groan. “I wish that was true.” He let go of my elbow to wrap his arm around my middle, drawing me firmly against him.

“Weston…” I rasped, torn between pulling away and leaning into him. “Please. This isn’t—”

“Once you leave this office, I won’t touch you again. Let me fucking have this, baby. Let me hold you for a minute, then you can go.”

It was stupid of me not to immediately walk out his door, but I didn’t. I allowed him to turn me toward him. He took my face in his hands and covered my mouth with his. I held on to the lapels of his jacket, whimpering into his mouth.

He kissed me hard, backing me into his door. In that wayward moment, I didn’t even care that Renata must have heard me clunk against it. Weston urged my mouth open and delved his tongue inside.

His kisses were deep, licking, and his hands were sure, roaming to my breasts, my ass, palming my pussy, before returning to my breasts again. He kneaded them, pinched my nipples, rocked his hips against me. It wasn’t sordid or dirty, though it should have been given the location and who we were to each other.

What was happening between us was nothing less than desperate desire. At least now I could be sure I wasn’t alone in these feelings. Weston must have carried the same attraction, one we could not act on.

We had this. These few minutes to taste each other, to touch and grasp, but this was it. It really had to be.

Weston reached down, gathering my skirt in his fist until he exposed my panties. His fingers grazed over the satin material to the elastic side, hooking inside. Calloused fingertips grazed my wet slit. Our groans twined together, low and breathless with surprise. I widened my stance, letting him in. This was happening. He was touching my pussy in his office.MyWeston was sliding his fingers between my lower lips, finding my clit swollen and throbbing.

What was he doing to me?

This didn’t feel like goodbye.

This felt like the beginning of something naughty and out of control.

In less than a minute, I was so close to coming I forgot how to breathe. He kept going, rubbing me with his thumb, the other fingers exploring my slick heat.

“Let me have it, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “Give me this one time.”

He was almost begging me, but he didn’t need to. All he had to do was touch me like that, look at me how he did, and my pleasure was his for the taking.

“Give it to me,” he demanded.

I was helpless to deny him this. My orgasm swept through me with the power of every fantasy and ounce of longing I’d carried around for Weston for years. I jerked and moaned into his licking mouth, and he held me through it, stroking my hair as he continued to stroke my clit.

“That’s a girl,” he praised. “So beautiful when you come.”

When the last tremor abated, he let my skirt fall, and his mouth covered mine, this time kissing me slowly. The goodbye on his tongue was bittersweet.

We drew it out with languid, somber kisses and slow exploration of the places on each other we would never touch again. Every second that passed shook my resolve. Giving this up, now that I knew what he felt like and how tender he could truly be, would be difficult.

But necessary.

We were snapped back to reality by the soft knock on the other side of the door I was pressed against. Weston raised his head, his eyes glassy but wide. My breasts were in his hands. My hands were in the back of his pants.

He cleared his throat. “Yes?”

“Your ten a.m. meeting, Weston. It’s time,” Renata said.

“All right. Two minutes.”

A long pause, then his gaze landed on mine. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

I slid my hands out of his pants, and he peered down at where he held me, a line between his eyebrows. I thought he’d let me go, but instead, he dipped his head. I gasped at the first touch of his lips on the upper curve of my breasts. He peppered kisses over my chest, paying special attention to the fading bruises he’d left two days before.

When he was finished with me, he carefully extracted his hands and righted my bra, then my blouse, arranging it neatly at my hips. He scanned me, and when he got to my hair, he combed his fingers through it until he was satisfied.

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