Page 16 of Beauty and the Boss Man

“What else?” I ask curiously because so far, he’s not wrong.

“You’re kind. No matter what, you treat everyone with sincere respect—until they do something that deems them unworthy of that respect. Then, you take no shit.

“And you’re caring. Caring enough to keep your grumpy boss organized and keep the business running smoothly.”

I don’t know how, but somehow this man is saying everything I need to hear him say. Under that tough exterior is a really sweet guy. And maybe it’s his kind words. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s both.

But my head is swimming. I’m not quite sure what’s happening, and I’m one hundred percent sure I’ll regret this in the morning, but at this moment, I don’t care.

I stop walking, and he turns toward me to make sure I’m okay.

Looking up at him, I stare into his caramel eyes. The moon lights them up enough to still see the beautiful color.

Quietly, I say, “Don’t fire me for this, okay?”

Leaning up on my tiptoes, I press my lips against Aiden’s. In my typical fashion, it’s a bit clumsy and awkward.

When he pulls back to look at me, I fear I’ve made a colossal mistake, but when my eyes meet his once more, I see something that wasn’t there before.

Lust.

His large hands grab each side of my face and pull me back in. This time, when our lips touch, there’s nothing awkward about it.

His lips massage mine, and I feel his tongue run along the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. I open for him, and as his tongue finds mine, heat spreads throughout my body.

Good lord, the man can kiss.

One hand moves from the side of my face down to my waist. It tugs me even closer, so our bodies are firmly pressed together. His large frame feels so warm against mine.

My hands fist in the material of his shirt, attempting to hold onto something—anything—that will keep us locked in this moment forever. Right now, it doesn’t matter that he’s my boss. All that matters is that we can’t get enough of each other.

I have no idea how long we stand there just making out like a couple of teenagers. (No, fuck that. No teenager can kiss this well.). The only thing that finally breaks us apart is hearing some other people come walking down the beach.

Aiden looks down at me as if waiting for me to decide what I want to happen from here. Now would be a perfect opportunity for me to call it a night—to tell him we shouldn’t go any further and should just go back to our rooms.

Yes, that would be the smart thing to do…

But maybe I’m just an idiot because that’s literally the last thing I want to do.

“Do you want to go up to my room?” I whisper breathlessly.

In response, he gives me the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. If my panties weren’t wet before, they sure are now.

He takes my hand and leads me back inside. It feels like the longest walk of my life. In the lobby, I press the button for the elevator, and we wait impatiently.

The doors finally open, and a couple of people step out as we step in. The moment the doors close behind us, it’s as though any sliver of self-control we have goes right out the window.

Aiden’s mouth crashes down on mine once again. One hand fists in my hair while the other palms my ass cheek. I squeal when he gives it a quick smack.

The ride to our floor is a fast one, and when the doors open once again, he leads me down the hall, stopping just in front of my door. Pulling the key out of my back pocket, I unlock it, and we head inside.

Once again, the moment that door closes, we are pulled to one another by some invisible force. Aiden pushes me up against the door, pinning my arms above my head while his kisses start at my mouth and slowly work their way down my neck and collarbone.

I let out a loud moan as he softly nips the top of my cleavage. He gets on his knees in front of me, making his face perfectly aligned with my chest. His rough hands move under my shirt, holding onto my sides. When his fingers grab the hem of the sparkly material, they pull it off over my head.

Usually, I’d be super self-conscious about my poochy belly and love handles, but right now, I couldn’t care less. And the way Aiden is looking at me tells me he doesn’t care either.

I don’t even mind when he pulls my jeans down, exposing my barely-there thong. I’m honestly surprised my vagina hasn’t swallowed it by now.

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