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“Yes … and accidents happen. I’m not going to fire you for standing on my foot, or hitting me in the head with the door. I know I’m an ass, but I’m notthatbig of an ass. Besides, my brothers would outvote me. I couldn’t fire you even if I wanted to.” He smirked. “But I don’t want to. You’ve proven me wrong. You’re great at this job.”

Her whimper was louder than she thought, and he tilted his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“Is there something else?”

She broke free of his grasp and stepped back, but he stalked forward. She held out her hands. “I … maybe I need to quit?”

He reared back. “What? Why?”

“Because you’re myboss.”

Confusion swam laps in his gaze. “I’m still not following.”

Was he being deliberately obtuse? Or did he really not understand what she meant? Or was this entirely one sided and she was gearing up to make a massive fool of herself?

But then it clicked, and understanding flashed in his eyes. He stopped in his tracks.

She swallowed and whimpered again. “You’re my boss.”

“I’m your boss,” he said softly.

Their eyes met.

Her chest heaved.

So did his.

Her fingers itched to grab his shirt, to rake through his hair and scrape his scalp.

His throat bobbed on a hard swallow, and like a gun went off at a race, they both stepped forward in a panicked rush and their lips and bodies crashed together.

CHAPTER NINE

Shegrippedthefrontof his shirt and plowed the fingers of her right hand into his hair, tearing out the elastic at the back that kept things tidy. She’d never seen him with his hair down before, but her eyes were closed as he ravished her mouth, so she’d have to wait.

The man could kiss.

Boy, could he kiss.

Whatever held him back this long, whatever he battled, whether it be guilt, or his unwillingness to be vulnerable with anybody else, melted away the longer he kissed her. The deeper he kissed her. Replacing it was an almost feral, frantic need that poured out of him and into her.

The rough, almost painful scrape of his short, neatly trimmed scruff against her cheek was just an added bonus. And all she could think of was how good that would feel against her inner thighs. He cupped her face with both hands, deepening the kiss, coaxing her mouth open and wedging his tongue inside. He was backing them up, until her ass hit the far counter.

Where was this going to go?

Did she care?

No.

Because she was finally kissing Dom.

At long last, she knew what those full, luscious lips tasted like, and she was not disappointed.

The spice from the tabasco heated her mouth, but she liked it. And as she pulled in a deep breath through her nose, his manly scent—body wash, or deodorant maybe—wrapped around her.

His body was warm, instantly ratcheting up her temperature until the need to shed layers became all-consuming.

A voice in Chloe’s head yelled at her. “He’s your boss!”

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