Page 18 of Dad Bod Snow Job

Her eyes darken, a wicked smile curving her lips. “Then don't.”

My body roars to life, every nerve ending on fire. A fresh wave of need slams into me like a freight train.I kiss her again, only it's deeper this time. She meets me with equal hunger, her small hands fisting in my shirt.

I eventually tear my mouth from hers, the taste of her lingering on my tongue, addictive as hell. I could spend the rest of my life kissing her.

But reality crashes back in like a bucket of ice water. It's getting late, and Holly needs to go home. I grit my teeth, fighting every instinct that screams at me to keep her here, to claim her fully.

“Holly,” I growl, my voice rough with restrained desire. “We need to stop.”

She whimpers, the sound nearly shattering my resolve. “Nico, please?—”

“Not like this,” I manage, cupping her face. “Not rushed. When I take you, I want hours. Days.”

It takes every ounce of willpower to step back, to put space between us.

With a reluctant groan, I lift her off the desk, her legs tightening around my waist for a moment before she slides back down to the floor. Her hair's a mess, clothes rumpled, cheeks flushed, and that smile on her face... Christ, she's gorgeous.

I let out a low curse as I try to catch my breath, fisting my hand in my hair. I want to haul her back against me, bury myself inside her, and never let go.

Instead, I step back, raking a hand through my hair, forcing my body to calm down. I shouldn't have touched her. I shouldn't have lost control. But I don't regret it.

Her eyes hold a wicked gleam like she knows what she's doing to me and enjoys every second.

“Come on,” I manage to say, my voice still rough. “I'll walk you out.”

As I lock up the office, she takes my hand, lacing her fingers through mine. The simple touch sets my heart pounding again, desire coursing through my veins. I pull her close, unable to resist another kiss. Holly fits against me like she belongs in my arms.

The temperature's dropped, and the wind bites at our skin. Bear's waiting by the door, tail wagging, looking up at us expectantly. Holly leans down to scratch his ears, and the damn dog practically melts under her touch.

“You two are a bad influence on me,” I mutter, clearing my throat as I turn away and shove my hands in my pockets.

She laughs, and it sounds like wind chimes in the cold air. “Admit it, you love us.”

I snort, glancing over at her. “Something like that.”

We walk toward her car, our boots crunching in the snow. Her hand finds mine again, and our fingers entwine as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

At her car door, she pauses, turning to me with a playful smile. “So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bright and early.”

“Yeah.” I drag my gaze from her lips and nod. “Tomorrow.”

She bites her lip, and I fight the urge to pull her back into my arms.

“You're not going to fire me, are you? For... you know.” She gestures back and forth between us.

Fire her? Ha. It's more like I'd chain her to my damn bed and never let her leave. “You think I could fire you after that?”

Her eyes widen, and she laughs, the sound warm and alluring in the frosty air. Leaning up, she brushes her lips against mine, soft and teasing. “Good. I'll keep it our little secret, boss.”

The touch of her lips stokes the fire inside me again, but I force a chuckle, shoving my hands deeper into my pockets. “Smartass.”

She grins and opens the car door, sliding in behind the wheel. As she settles in, she glances up at me through her lashes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “See you tomorrow, Nico.”

I'm frozen to the spot, unable to move as she starts the car, waves, and pulls away. When her taillights disappear down the road, I exhale a shaky breath, raking a hand through my hair.

God help me, I'm in trouble. But I can't wait for tomorrow.

Chapter 8

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