Page 40 of Boss's Baby Surprise

“You look beautiful,” he said, stepping up and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I placed my hand over the spot, holding it for a moment.

We followed the hostess to our table. Unlike the brightly lit, family friendly Italian place we had dinner at a few weeks earlier, this place was dimly lit, with tables tucked into dark, secluded alcoves. This place was dangerous. After a glass of wine, I was feeling dangerous as well.

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KYLE

Isat there watching Clarissa slide the spoon full of creamy dessert into her mouth. The way her lips wiped away the crème brûlée made it difficult to swallow. I leaned forward.

“If you’re attempting to tease me, you should know that it’s working. I wouldn’t mind if you agreed to enjoy me as thoroughly.”

She pressed her lips together and a blush tinted her cheeks.

I sat back and took the last sip of wine in my glass. “Will you let me walk you home this evening?”

She shook her head even though a smile played across her lips.

“Are you willing to come home with me?”

“I was hoping you’d ask,” she said.

I couldn’t get out of the restaurant fast enough. I practically threw my credit card at the waitress as I dragged Clarissa out of there. I barely let her finish her dessert.

It may not have been as dramatic as described, but I no longer had the patience for a long game.

Once we were in the back of a cab, I leaned in for a kiss.

She pushed me away, casting nervous glances at the back of the driver’s head. “Not here.”

I let myself be temporarily satisfied with holding her wrist and placing kisses on her fingers and her palm.

“You live in the same place?” she asked as she climbed out of the car once we arrived.

“Why do you sound surprised?” I pulled her back against my chest and began nuzzling against her ear.

“You’ve been out of the country.”

“I leased it out. Come inside,” I choked out, almost unable to speak with my need to get her inside.

I didn’t pause and took her straight to the bedroom. I pulled her tight into my arms for the first time in more years than I cared to remember. I properly kissed her. Her lips like the sweetest ambrosia that I had been missing. Her body pressed against mine felt like the home I didn’t realize I had completely forgotten but now needed to reclaim. The details of how I got her out of her clothes or how I managed to get out of mine were lost. I was frantic, unable to catch my breath until I held her soft skin against mine.

As I prepared to lower her to the bed, she flinched. “Are you okay?”

“Just a moment,” she said as she scrambled to her feet and across the room to where she had dropped her purse. She returned holding out a box of condoms.

I took the box from her and looked at her.

“I came prepared. You need to use one,” she told me.

“I never did before.”

“Well, things have changed,” she told me.

I took and ripped the box open. I pulled out a couple of packets and threw them on the pillow.

“Where were we?” I murmured as my lips found the soft skin of her neck.

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