Page 87 of Forbidden You

Our mouths fuse and my hands run through his hair until a voice in the hallway has us untangling our lips as we stand statue still.

He purses his lips while pressing a finger against them, telling me to stay quiet, and my eyes grow wide while we listen to who it is. When the voices seem to move farther away toward the coffee corner, he sighs in relief, wanting to continue what we started, but I give him a warning look.

“They will come back,” I whisper, giggling.

How the hell did I end up giving my boss a blow job in the janitor’s closet? It sounds really, really bad when you think of it, and the whole situation makes me giddy as fuck.

“Ssssssh.” Bodi laughs, covering my mouth with his hand. “Be quiet, minx.”

I do my best as we wait until they move past us again, and I let my forehead fall against his chest.

“This is risky,” he whispers, then a mischievous grin forms. “I’m going to take care of you when we get home, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he murmurs against my lips, giving me another affectionate kiss that I can feel in every bone of my body.

It’s a feeling I should ignore, but it seems to grow to huge proportions the more I get, and I’m starting to feel addicted. I don’t just want him to give me mind-blowing sex. I want him to kiss me like I’m his. Like he has the right to kiss me whenever he wants.

His hand moves up to cover my cheeks as he holds my head against his.

“You are something else, Kayla Lockheart.”

It’s easy to make a smartass comment, brushing it off with a joke, but there is a sincerity in his eyes that make me want to melt into the floor or at least stay between these four walls with him for as long as I can. He gives me the feeling that he sees me. That even though I’m younger than he is, he still treats me as an equal.

Respecting me in a way I’ve never felt before. He lifts me up by looking at me like he does, and he has no clue.

“Thank you, Bodi McKay,” I reply, closing my eyes when he presses his forehead against mine. For just a brief moment, an electrifying feeling runs through me when our skin connects, and I tell myself to freeze this moment. To engrave it into my mind, because the feeling he’s giving me right now is a feeling that will pull me through in moments of darkness.

“How are we going to get out of here?” I ask him with a smile.

“No clue. Any ideas?”

“Well, I’m just an assistant,” I tell him. “No one will be too fazed if I leave the janitor’s closet.”

I prick my finger in his chest. “Not sure how they will react if the CEO walks out, though.”

“Is that with or without his assistant?” he jokes.

“Feeling bold, McKay?”

“I might, but let’s not. Okay, you go first. I’ll hang out here for a bit.”

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yeah, just go to the bathroom first. Your hair is a bit messy,” he titters, running his hand through my curly brown hair.

“You love this, don’t you?”

“Seeing you with hair that says you just fucked? Definitely.”

I roll my eyes and end the conversation with another peck against his lips before I quickly dart out of the closet. With my eyes moving from left to right, I quickly scan the hallway and let out a relieved breath when no one is in sight.

My feet start to trot down over the gray carpet of the office, in desperate need to hide behind the safety of my desk, even though I can’t hide the wide grin that splits my face.

I gave the CEO a blow job in the janitor’s closet.

My mom would not be proud of me.

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