Page 18 of Pucking my Enemy Boss

"Let go of me," Holly hisses.

He smirks. "Or what? You'll tell your boyfriend?"

I freeze. Now he’s teasing her about having a boyfriend? I should slam that bastard face-down into the concrete floor, but I know what’ll happen after. Headlines of me finally losing it will put smiles on the faces of quite a number of people and I’m not about to give them the satisfaction of ruining me.

“Holly!” I jog up to them and yank her arm free.

“Who the hell are you?” he demands, glaring at me.

“I should ask the man who’s touching my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” They both gasp.

Before Holly can ruin my hard work, I pull her close and shut her up with my lips. The shock in her eyes disappears as she closes her eyes at contact. I close mine, too.If I’m going to do this, I’d better do it convincingly.

My arm wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. I’m very much aware of her breasts pressing into my chest. She sighs into the kiss, her mouth open, letting my tongue slip in accidentally.

Holy jeez.

Her hands slide up my chest, jaw, and into my hair. I can feel her thighs brushing mine, her lower belly grazing my crotch. Theinitial reason for this kiss is quickly fading, replaced by a raw, blind need and hunger for her.

Then I feel a stirring in my crotch. I pull away quickly, forcing myself to break the kiss, turning to our audience, who watches with a steely disbelief in his eyes.

“Stay away from my girlfriend,” I mumble in a low and dangerous tone I’ve seen action actors use. Then I turn to Holly, my tone softening. “It’s time to go home.”

Holly looks stunned but nods. As soon as we’re some distance away from the spot, she whispers. “I was going to ride with Lauren.”

“Your ex is following us,” I whisper back urgently. “Do you want him to find out the truth?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, I’ll go with you.”

We head to the car, and I toss her the keys. “You drive. I’m exhausted.”

She gives me a curious look but doesn’t argue. As we pull out of the parking lot, I catch her stealing glances at me. I know she’s wondering why I stepped in, and I need to set the record straight.

“I needed to slip away from the media,” I say, my voice flat. “That’s why I helped.”

She nods, but I can see the doubt in her eyes. The ride home is filled with tension. I can’t shake the feeling of her lips on mine, the unexpected warmth that spread through me. I tell myself it was just a necessary act, nothing more. Deep down, I know that kiss may have started with a sensible reason, but at the end … it was raw, unadulterated need.

And it felt perfect.

Damn it, Carter. Get it together.

I glance at her. She looks lost in thought, her fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. I’m about to say something, anything to break the silence, but the words die on my lips.

What could I possibly say that wouldn’t make this more complicated?

5

HOLLY

I can’t stop thinkingabout the kiss.

My mind keeps replaying the moment over and over—the way his lips felt against mine, the unexpected spark that ignited between us. I steal a glance at him, but he’s lowered his seat and is relaxing with his eyes closed. He looks serene, almost vulnerable, which is a stark contrast to his usual intense demeanor.

I let my eyes linger on his features. His hair falls casually over one eye, soft and dark like a midnight sky. His eyebrows are strong and expressive, adding to the sharpness of his gaze when he’s focused. His eyes, now closed, are a deep, stormy blue that seem to pierce right through you. His nose is straight, perfectly proportioned, and his lips—those lips—are full and inviting. The faint five o’clock shadow on his jawline adds a rugged charm to his otherwise perfect face. He looks like he’s been sculpted by the gods, each feature more striking than the last.

How can one man look so good?

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