Page 63 of I Won't Be In On Monday

She looks up at me, pressing her glasses back into her eyes again. “I wasn't necessarily waiting for my wedding. I did kind of want to ensure I was sexually compatible with a man beforeI married him. But I do want it to be with someone who"—she shrugs—“has feelings for me that are special, and I know that he cares about me.” She points her finger at me and then back at herself. “I don't really think you have those sorts of feelings for me.”

“I mean—" I pause. I've always told myself that I would never lie to a woman to get sex. “I like you, Juniper,” I say honestly, and the thought hits me that I like her probably more than I even realize. “But you're right. I'm not looking to get married. I'm not even looking for a serious relationship. I don't want to lose you as my assistant. I don't want this to become complicated, so maybe we just go and grab dinner and forget the kiss ever happened.”

She looks slightly disappointed at my words. Maybe as disappointed as I feel. I try to ignore the rigid stick in my pants that's shouting at me. I take a step toward her. “But maybe before we leave the office, we can have one last kiss to cement the fact that we're never going to kiss again.”

“I don't know,” she says, smiling shyly. “Is that a good idea?”

“To hell with good ideas,” I say, as I reach behind her neck and bring her face back up to mine. I press my lips into hers, and she sighs as she once again reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. I run my own fingers down her back towards her ass and squeeze. She has a firm butt, and she presses herself into me further as my tongue enters her mouth. I can feel the swell of her belly against my hardness, and I know I'm growing. I should stop this moment. I should walk away. But I just can't. I don't want it to end. I want this to be something that she thinks about forever.

My fingers slip up under her T-shirt, and she pauses suddenly, her eyes opening and flying to mine. “What are you doing?” she whispers against my lips.

I suck on her lower lip and bite down, and she yelps slightly. I grin as I kiss her again. My lips move to the side of her neck as I press my lips against her skin. I feel her fingers on my shoulders now squeezing, and we're both silent as I reach up and pull her T-shirt off. She looks at me with wide eyes, staring at me beautifully. Her lips are parted and trembling, and I stare at her in her pink bra and grin. She's gorgeous. I reach behind her back and pick through her hair with my fingers and let it fall back. I run my fingers through her tresses. “So silky,” I say before I gingerly take her glasses off. “Is this okay?” I ask, and she nods slowly. I walk over and put them on the desk instead of dropping them onto the ground so they don’t break.

I head back over to her and run my fingers down the side of her face, toward her shoulders, and then to her bra strap. She licks her lips nervously. I wonder if she's going to tell me to stop. Instead, she reaches up and pulls on my tie. “Can I take it off?” she says softly, and I nod.

She quickly undoes my tie and drops it to the ground, not caring if it gets dirty, not that I care either. And then I feel her fingers on the buttons of my shirt, and she's undoing them one by one by one until all of them are done. I take off my jacket, and then she slides my shirt off me. She runs her fingers down my pecs towards my stomach and gingerly touches each ripple of muscle. I tremble at her soft touch. “I've wanted to do that since I saw you at your apartment that day,” she says, laughing slightly. “You’ve got abs for days.”

“Thank you,” I say, feeling proud of the hours I've put in at the gym. I'm glad she appreciates my body. I lean forward and kiss her collarbone.

“I'm still not going to sleep with you, you know,” she says.

“This is just us exploring,” I say. “And then we will go to dinner.”

“It was just meant to be a kiss,” she says. “One last kiss before?—”

“I know,” I say as I slip her bra strap down her right arm. She stares at me, unblinking, and I slip the left arm down, as well, before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. It drops to the ground next to my tie. I stare at her naked breasts. Beautiful. I don't touch her, though, because I don't want to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.

She steps forward and presses herself against me and reaches up and grabs my head. “Kiss me,” she says in a demanding tone, and I chuckle as I press my lips to hers again.

I run my fingers down the silky skin of her back and slip them into the back of her sweatpants and over her panties. She moans slightly as she runs her fingers up and down my back, her fingernails digging into the skin. I lift her up and carry her over to the desk and push her back slightly. She looks up at me, a wide smile on her face. I grab her wrist and feel her pulse. It’s racing rapidly. “Don’t worry,” I say. “I won't take it too far.”

“I'm not worried, Remington.” She looks up at me. “Like I said before. I may be sugar and spice and all things nice, but I have a naughty streak to me, as well.”

I growl at her words and reach down and kiss her on the lips again. My lips then move to her nose, to her forehead, to her cheeks, to her ears. I suckle on her ear lobes, and she moans as she reaches up and pulls me down.

“You've got the most beautiful brown eyes,” she says as she gazes into them. “They're so dark and intense, yet I feel like I could just melt in them.”

“And you have the most beautiful blue eyes,” I say, gazing into their depths. “They're almost purple at times.”

“I know,” she says, grinning. “My dad says that I remind him of Elizabeth Taylor sometimes. He thinks we have the sameeyes.” She blushes slightly. “Not that I am as good-looking as she was, of course. She was beautiful.”

“You're beautiful,” I say. “You're absolutely stunning. You know that, right, Juniper?”

“I’m okay. I mean, I’m a?—”

“Don’t you dare say ugly duckling or nerd.” I glare at her.

She wrinkles her nose. “But I do look like a nerd with my glasses, and?—”

“You don't have your glasses on now,” I say.

She nods slightly. “Are we crazy?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we shouldn't be here doing this. We both want different things, and I don't want this to be awkward on Monday.”

“What would be awkward?” I say, as I run my fingers down the side of her body, and she shivers.

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