Page 23 of Totally Opposed

I shrug. “A little more practice never hurt anyone.” I press play and the song starts slow. This is normally the part where weare walking on either side of the fish tank, and Alan steps into the middle of the room and holds out his hand.

My heart is pounding, and it’s like my skin is electrified by just the thought of touching him again, but I push through the nervous energy and reach out, too. The second his fingers wrap over mine, he pulls me to him, our chests tight against one another, his other hand on the small of my back, sending heat flooding through to my core.

I try not to look at his mouth because when I do, all I can think of is kissing those perfect sweet lips again.

He takes a step and I follow, waltzing through the room with ease like we’ve done it a million times before. When the music stops, he doesn’t let go right away, and I swallow the lump that’s risen in my throat.

“That was…” I begin, my voice a whisper.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he says, his eyes closing, but his hold on me stays in place.

“Do what?”

“I don’t think I can be close to you and not kiss you.”

“Then kiss me already.”

His eyes open and move straight to my mouth.

“What about the team?”

“They don’t have to know,” I say, and then I close the distance, and his mouth is on mine again, and it’s just as amazing as the last time.

I let go of his hand and slide my palms up the muscles of his back, the thin fabric of the shirt revealing every curve.

He pulls away.

“What if someone comes in?”

I walk to the door, taking his hand and leading him over, too, then slide a chair in front of it.

“Sit,” I tell him, and he smiles, presses the replay on my phone on the chair beside it, and does as I ask.

I straddle his legs and cup the side of his face in my hands.

“Now no one can come in, and we can do this as much as we want.”

I kiss him again, his tongue exploring my mouth, fighting mine for control. Perfectly delicious. My hand moves to the back of his neck, my fingers lace through his hair, and he moans into my mouth, sending a pulse to my balls.

As his palms slide down to grip my ass, he squeezes tight, and pulls me closer, grinding my ass over the thin fabric of his pants and his growing bulge. He moans again.

This time, I break our kiss.

“The chair stops the door being opened. It doesn’t block out the sound.”

“Then we better turn up the music,” he says, reaching over and grabbing my phone. He swipes the volume all the way up and puts it back, his hands immediately moving again to my ass, and I don’t hate it. I only wish I’d suggested we rehearse the lyrics back at his place in the shower instead, where there are better acoustics, and where I could be doing this naked, covered in soapy bubbles.

Chapter ten

Alan

I have no ideawhat came over me. One second, we were dancing and I was thinking about how I have to keep this professional, the next, I’m kissing him and he’s grinding in my lap, edging me closer and closer to release.

“We shouldn’t,” he says in between kisses.

“We shouldn’t,” I repeat, but our bodies don’t get the message, and before we know it, we’re shirtless and his hand is moving down between us to my pants.

I slide my fingers up the back of his neck through his hair, kissing along his jaw until my lips reach the delicious soft skin in the crease of his neck.

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