Page 96 of Forbidden You

“Yeah,” I whisper, with my face pressed against his chest.

His heartbeat drums underneath my ear, and when I close my eyes, I can’t help but hope that maybe, just maybe, his heart beats for me a little more every day.

Because I know mine does for him.

23

“Iknow, but you know KPI is the right publisher for it right now.”

“I don’t know, Bodi. KPI has never had a non-fiction bestseller. I’m worried you don’t have the marketing experience to make this happen.” Kent’s voice sounds hesitant, and I sigh, rubbing my face. I really want this deal, but so far, he’s been giving me more restraint than I’m used to.

I drop my hand on my lap when my door slowly opens and my favorite brunette peeks her head through. She gives me a short wave and I shake my head, pointing at the phone on my desk. It should be enough for her to understand this is not a good time, but sometimes she and I speak a different language. Which has more to do with her ability to listen than the words I speak.

It doesn’t stop my obsession for her, though.

“That doesn’t mean we’re not qualified, Kent.” I keep my eyes trained on Kayla, who ignores my rejection and quietly locks the door behind her with a mischievous grin. I close my eyes with a clenched jaw, then sigh. She’s interrupting me, but as soon as a whiff of her sweet shampoo fills my nose, all aggravation simmers away, vanishing into thin air.

She’s wearing a cute skater dress, her denim jacket covering up her arms. She looks so damn pretty every day. It’s getting harder and harder for me to not touch her at work, and the playful grin that splits her face tells me she knows. There is nothing but intent in every single one of her actions.

Fucking minx.

“I have a non-fiction team that has great results with our publications.” Kayla slowly saunters toward me, ignoring the scowl that’s sitting on my face. Or at least that’s the look I’m aiming for. Considering she’s still smiling, I’m doing a shit job.

She has me wrapped around her little pinky, and we’re not even together. Though, it’s getting harder and harder to tell myself we aren’t. In my head she’s mine.

I wake up next to her, and I love every morning since.

We eat breakfast together, drive to work together, I tell her she eats shit when she’s begging me for another Wendy’s burger, and she tells me to shut up. She begs me to drive my car, and I keep telling her no before I shut her up with a kiss. Her head rests on my lap when we watch a movie and I absentmindedly play with her hair. She feels like she belongs when she’s strolling around my condo in her freaking tight as fuck yoga pants.

Shefeelsmine.

“Great results are not bestsellers, Bodi. You know that.” Kent counters at the same time Kayla pushes my chair back, then gets on top of the desk with her legs wide enough for me to glance at her bare thighs. A sliver of her white lace panties teasing me.

“What are you doing?” I mouth with wide eyes and a ticking jaw, then clear my throat, staring at the ceiling. “What do you suggest, Kent?”

Kayla puts the tip of her white sneaker beside my leg, resting it on the edge of my chair.

“Give me a plan to show my client. A good marketing plan.”

I snatch Kayla’s ankle, holding her still with an angry expression, but she looks right through me. Her cheeks are flustered in the softest pink, her eyes flashing with hunger.

She’s not going to stop, simply because I can’t hide my own craving while she’s partially spread out on my desk. Giving in to the temptation, my hands move up until I find the edge of the flimsy fabric, brushing my fingers along her skin while keeping the phone pressed between the side of my head and my shoulder.

Slowly, my thumb traces the seam, the tip stimulated by the rough structure of the lace, while the lower part smooths over her velvety hot skin.

Her heat is teasing me, torturing me when I move to the center, and find each thread damp, moist, begging me to lick it up.

Fuck, she’s going to kill me.

She throws her head back, enjoying my touch as she lifts up the hem of her skirt a little more with a daring look.

“I can do that,” I say, with a little more husk and impatience than I intended. “Anything else?”

I wrap my arms around Kayla’s hips, yanking her into my lap, and she quickly covers her mouth to silence the shriek that’s coming from her lips.

“Yeah,” Kent replies. “A damn good advance.”

I narrow my eyes at the minx who’s silently giggling on my lap, now straddling me.

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