Page 23 of Doctor Frost

“Somehow, though, I can understand. You’ve been through a lot over the past few years.”

“I have.”

“I want to let you know that I’m sorry for what I said that night. I know I’ve apologized before, but if I had known about your wife, I’d never have said…”

He placed his forefinger on my lips, silencing me. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I deserved it.”

“Well, maybe in some ways, but you didn’t deserve that comment.”

“No, I probably did. Honestly, I probably deserved more than what you gave. I guess the reason I’m always worse to you than anyone else at the office is because you reminded me of Kenzie.”

“Really?”

Dalton nodded. “Yes. I guess it scared me because when I first started noticing those things that you exhibit that had originally attracted me to her, my first instinct was to push you away.”

I nodded, studying his eyes. He was guarded, which made sense. I could understand that too. If my world had been suddenly ripped from me, it would make me the same.

“Amelia, I’ve given a lot of thought to things over the past few weeks. I feel there could be something between us.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned, taking a sip of my wine and averting my eyes for a moment.

“I mean, I think there could be something more between us than just co-workers and friends. I think I’d like us to explore that option. If you are interested, that is.”

“Dalton, I’m not sure we should date. I mean, we work together. You are my boss.”

Dalton was quiet for a moment. “You never mentioned work earlier. It didn’t seem to bother you to come here and help Claire, or to have dinner with me before, so that is not what is bothering you. So, what is holding you back?”

His words ran through my mind. Being friends didn’t seem to be a problem with the work thing, but what would people think at work if we were dating? I hadn’t exactly been silent about how I’d felt about Dalton, and even though my feelings were changing, the thought scared me a little.

He brought his hand to my cheek, and the moment his hand touched me, heat flooded my body. His eyes captivated me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned forward and met his lips.

“We can’t be caught at work like this,” I whispered.

“Not at work, I agree, but what we do in our personal life is no one’s business,” he whispered, bringing his lips back to mine.

His kiss this time was a little more demanding as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward him. In one quick movement, he’d pulled me over so I was straddling his lap. As our kiss deepened, his hands gripped my ass and pulled me closer toward him. I could already feel him straining against hisjeans. Every part of me was on fire, and I let out a soft moan as his hands began exploring my body.

One hand snaked into my hair, and he gently pulled as he kissed me again, sending waves of pleasure through me. I ran my fingers through the hair at the back of his head as he kissed his way down my neck and back up, nibbling on my ear.

“You like that?” he whispered.

The feel of his breath on my neck and ear sent chills through me, causing my centre to throb.

“Very much so.” I moaned.

Cupping my cheek, he brought his lips to mine again, kissing me slow. A bolt of excitement ran through me when I felt his hand slide under my shirt and brush against my stomach in a tender touch. I pulled away, studying his eyes, then gripped the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off over my head.

I craved his lips but loved watching his eyes as they ran over my body, stopping on my breasts. I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting it fall away from my body. He immediately grabbed me, pulling me forward, his mouth meeting my breast. I felt his tongue flick my hard nipple as he sucked the one into his mouth while his other hand explored the other one, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers, causing me to let out a moan as I ground my hips down on him.

We were probably moving too far too fast, but I didn’t care. Every relationship I’d ever had, I’d always waited and almost tried to plan for the right time.

In a swift motion, he lifted me up, and I found myself under him on the couch, his mouth now exploring my body. I reached down between us, running my hand over the impressive bulge in his pants, causing him to let out a moan. I pulled at his belt and quickly pulled at the button and zipper on his pants just enough I could slip my hand inside.

“Fuck.” He hissed as I took him in my hand, stroking his length.

I watched him; he closed his eyes, his face peaceful as I continued running my hand over him. His breath quickened as I ran my thumb over the bead of pre-cum that had gathered on the head of his cock.

He took hold of my hand, his hand shaking, and pulled my hand away from him, stopping me. When he looked down at me, I could see that his eyes were full of want. He placed my hand above my head and then gripped the other one, pulling it to over my head, and held them both there while he undid my pants with his free hand. In a matter of seconds, he’d slipped his hands into my panties and let out a groan as his fingers slipped through my soaked centre.

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