Page 88 of Dear Grumpy Boss

Though it pained me, I always hired a driver to take me to and from the airport. The idea of leaving my car in the elements made me too twitchy.

This time, I patted myself on the back for my foresight. As soon as I climbed into the back seat beside Elise, I had her face in my grasp and my mouth on hers.

She made a yelp of surprise, and her hands flew to my wrists, but when I licked her lips, she sank into the kiss and let me in. The drive home wasn’t long enough to do anything more, but I intended to use the last of our time alone wisely.

Elise had other ideas.

She pulled back, panting, rubbing her fingertips over her wet lips. “Weston, don’t.”

“Tell me why not.”

She let out a long sigh. “You know. We can’t do this here. Drawing it out will only make it harder.”

I took her chin between my fingers, scanning her face. “You’ve given me no indication that ending this is hard for you.”

“Obviously it is.” She pulled her face back out of my grip. “We had fun, but I now know a side of you I didn’t before and it’s going to be hard to shut that off. I will, but it won’t be easy.”

“I will too. It’s better that way.”

Her head bobbed sharply. “It is.”

I took her face in my hands again, rubbing my lips over hers. “What harm would one more time do? I don’t think I can shut this off until I have you again.”

She shuddered, resting her forehead on mine. “Weston…it’s not smart.”

“Nothing about what we’re doing is smart, Elise. Tell me yes. Tell me you’ll come up to my place and let me have you.” I rolled my forehead back and forth on hers and pressed on her bottom lip with my thumb. “I fucking need you, baby. Give me today.”

Her breath swept over my mouth as she exhaled. “I—”

“Don’t say no.”

She pulled back, her dark eyes latching on to mine. Her fingers stroked the thick stubble on my jaw then lowered to slide along my throat.

“One more time,” she whispered.

The feeling of relief that crashed over me was shocking in its strength. But I didn’t stop to analyze it or ponder why. I had Elise in my arms, my mouth on hers, devouring her sweet lips, her curves pressed against me.

One more time.

It would be enough. I had no room in my life for anything more.

Chapter Twenty-one

Elise

Bythetimeourcar pulled up in front of our building, my lips felt puffy and bitten. Staid and serious, Weston Aldrich could be an animal when he was in the mood, and he’d gone feral on me.

God, I was going to miss it.

At least we still had today.

Weston climbed out of the car first, holding his leather messenger bag in front of the bulge in his pants, so he didn’t scar innocent passersby for life. Snickering quietly, I slid out behind him. He took my hand, helping me to stand and onto the sidewalk.

While we waited for the driver to grab our bags from the trunk, heat simmered between us. His gaze had gone molten as he stared at my swollen lips.

Fortunately, we only had to make it upstairs before we went at each other.

“Elise. Weston.”

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