Page 10 of Accidental Vegas Vows

“Drunk enough?” I asked, struggling to remember through the far thicker haze that clouded every thought. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled as his hand idly began to draw circles on my lower back. “How conservative are you, Olivia?”

Oh, shit. That.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

I swallowed, my body naturally inching closer to him. “I want to tell you,” I said, my voice so low that I could barely hear it over the chaotic sounds around us. It wasn’t a lie — with the alcohol in me and the way his hand felt against me, it was making things too easy.

“Would it be easier if I guessed?” he laughed, lifting the empty glass out of my hand and replacing it with my abandoned replacement.

I grinned. “You can try.”

“Okay. I’m going to go out on a limb here and say… you’ve only dated two men, one in high school and one in college,” he said, a little smirk creeping up his lips. “You didn’t have sex with the first one, but you lost your virginity to the second. Never had to flirt with a man because you’re just that pretty.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong,” I snorted.

“Really? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”

I paused with my drink halfway to my mouth. “So what if I am?”

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head, his cheeky grin unwavering. “Not a chance.”

I swallowed past the little surge of soberness that hit me. “I am, though. I’ve never slept with someone.”

Wide eyes met mine as he sipped at his drink. “Genuinely?”

“Genuinely. No sex till marriage.”

His cheeks heated as he sipped at his whiskey. His fingers dug in, pulling me just an inch nearer, just a little bit closer to temptation. “I need to be more careful with you than I thought, then.”

My chest was almost flush with his, and I could feel the heat building in the small little gap between us. My heart pounded against my ribs, and in my haze, I just wanted to lean into him, wanted to close the distance. He was my boss, and so what? If HR had a problem with the CEO sleeping with an employee, it wouldn’t apply to us. “Why?”

He set his glass of whiskey back down on the counter and closed the gap himself. “Because if I’m being wildly honest, Olivia, I’d like nothing more than to take you back to my room. And now I can’t, for two reasons.”

The chill of his hand that had clutched his glass seeped into my skin as he cupped my cheek in it, his thumb drifting across my lower lip. I had to grip the bar for stability, and as I looked up at him and the intense, overwhelming temptation that face filled me with, I couldn’t help but have a flickering want for the same thing as him.

I didn’t trust myself with him.

“You’d have to marry me, then,” I chuckled, my face burning from the heat he imbued me with.

He leaned a little closer, the scent of whiskey, almonds, rum, vanilla — everything encapsulating me. He hovered, just an inch from me, just an inch from what I knew he could tell we both wanted.

He glanced around as if to check if anyone could see us. “Fuck it,” he rasped.

His fingers dug into the small of my back as his other snaked around the rear of my neck. His lips met mine in an instant.

Heart pounding and head swimming, I let him kiss me, let him have control as he moved his mouth against mine demandingly, roughly, feverishly. His tongue dove between my teeth, ensnaring mine, and I could taste the whiskey on him.

I clutched the front of his suit jacket, far too overwhelmed to know what to do with my hands, but good fucking God I wanted more of this, more of whatever he wanted to give. If he wanted sex, there was a part of me that wanted to give that to him regardless of what I’d promised myself.

But even in my drunken stupor, I wouldn’t let it happen.

I couldn’t.

His mouth devoured me as his fingers slipped up further into my hair, twisting around the tresses of waves, tugging, fisting it. The burn of my scalp was almost enough to cut through the numbing effects of far too much alcohol.

His lips left mine, his chest heaving, his mouth just barely stained from my lip gloss. Those fucking piercing blue eyes met mine, wild now instead of heavy, and when he spoke, I was convinced I didn’t hear him correctly.

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