“I think you’re seeing things that aren’t there,” I whispered, focusing on the way his green eyes had darkened, the intensity ofhis gaze as it searched mine. “He’s only ever looked at me as his friend.”
I should have stopped this and found the willpower to pull away before we crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. But an even stronger, more primal part of me was aching for him to close the distance.
“It’s more than that… it’s the same way I look at you.” Before I could even process what he was saying, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
The kiss was gentle at first, as if he were testing the waters, but then his body pressed me into the wall, his tongue sliding past my lips.
I gasped as his tongue tangled with mine. I was on fire, and the flames leapt through me like wildfire racing through dry brush.
My body trembled and my hands slid up his chest. He gripped my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss even more. He groaned as my body made contact with his cock straining against his towel.
“Elizabeth.” The way he said my name as he moved his lips to my neck sent a shiver down my spine. “Just this once...”
He’d just told me he thought my best friend was in love with me and insinuated that he was too, even though we barely knew each other. I hadn’t even moved back to New York yet and my life was becoming a chaotic mess. What would it be like when I lived there?
I pushed at his chest to break the hold he had on me. “We can’t. You’re my boss.”
He sighed and took a step back. “You’re on the foundation board of directors, so technically, you’re my boss.”
The details of it didn’t matter. In the office, he would tell me what to do. There weren’t any guidelines for workplacerelationships, but that didn’t mean it was a good idea to get entangled with each other.
I wasn’t the casual sex type like he was, and I had only been with three people—one of them not even all the way. He probably needed the hands of everyone on the block to count the number of people he’d had sex with.
“This can’t happen between us... not just because you just told me that Ethan is in love with me, but because you sleep around and the whole world knows it.”
He wasn’t a celebrity by any means, but his family was well known, and I’d seen his name come up in gossip columns over the years for various indiscretions. I didn’t want to be another conquest.
“The whole world is a bit of a stretch. Maybe the city, but I’m not like that anymore.” He shook his head in defeat. “There’s a chemistry between us that I can’t ignore.”
I bit my lip and looked down at my dress before bending down to grab it. “Chemistry is overrated.”
Leo’s towel chose that exact moment to come undone and fall to the floor, leaving me face to face with his glorious cock. The briefs he wore the night before really did a good job of containing him.
There was no way that would fit.
Wait, what? Why was I thinking about that? And why was I now imagining taking him in my mouth? There I was bent over, my hand poised to pick up my dress, but instead, I was staring like I’d never seen a dick before.
“Shit. Well, I guess we’re even for me seeing your nipples.” He chuckled and backed up a step. “Mind grabbing my towel?”
My face burned; I’d really hoped he hadn’t seen anything.
Before I did something ridiculous like grabbing his cock, I picked up his towel and looked away as I stood. Not that looking away helped—his dick would forever be in my head now.
I laid my dress across the island before running my fingers through my hair. “I need to get going.”
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” He adjusted his towel around his hips, notably tented.
My heart sank for no good reason at all. What did I expect him to say?
“Right.” I moved past him out of the closet. The sooner I got away from him, the better, because the last thing I needed was to be getting silly romantic thoughts in my head after a freaking kiss.
Chapter 7
All the Willpower
Leo
There’s only so much willpower a man can have, and apparently, with Libby, it’s damn near zero. What had happened to caring about my job and my friendship with Ryker?