Page 249 of Savage Bosses

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udy-Lynn looked askance at my expression. How could I not try to out-seduce her when she had me at my wits end over a kiss on the cheek? The woman dressed in a subtle fandom cosplay, which I was grateful for, since it helped me maintain my cover and because my discipline wouldn't be able to take her wearing dystopian leather as though she were trying to survive in a lawless world.

The mini dress with the do-me heels wasn't much better on my restraint, but I could hold it together. Much like the feature we were about to watch, Pandora's box opened for me, and the desire I should not want was inside. I understood how the hero in the movie felt. If this kept up...

Then the unthinkable happened. She leaned in close. “You won't win. If either of us breaks, it will be you. Are you scared?”

I gave her a twirl, then dipped her backward so our faces were close. It worked better in my head. However, it still gave me the effect I wanted. Her eyes widened. “Bring it, Judy-Lynn Jackson. Bring it.”

Then I righted her and led her to the theater on the right.

I enjoyed the movie. VIP tickets got us premium seating in the theater. As an additional perk, we could select from a special themed menu and receive swag bags of movie and book merchandise. Judy-Lynn immediately went through the bag while I had to feign mild interest. I admired that she could be herself without repercussions. Then again, I wouldn't have her ifI did.

She blocked Dragon.

Even though I knew I'd have to tell her the truth eventually, I wanted to have my fun first. Then I could leave her alone. Teddy could take over operations if we couldn't work together. He was prepping her for executive leadership anyway. It would work out. Dragon Moon wouldn’t lose her.

But I would.

“Earth to Ryu. The credits are over. We can leave now. Thanks for allowing me to pay homage to the crew that brought my favorite movie to life.” She put her hand on top of mine. “This was really fun.”

It was, even sans sex. “It's because I'm with you. “

She fiddled with her ponytail. “I am pretty fun. Let's just hope my Friday date thinks so too.”

Cool air blew down my back as the theater's AC kicked on. Judy-Lynn shivered as she hooked an arm around mine. She dragged me out of the theater. We joined the dwindling crush of people exiting the Commodore.

“So I take it you have plans on Friday?” I had to play it carefully. This was our first night out. That was not grounds for exclusivity.

She furrowed her brow. “I do, but you don't have to worry about competition if that's why you put that bass in your voice.”

Shimmatta. She probably thought I was a psycho. “I'm not worried, just curious. When can we do this again?”

I rubbed her knuckles with my thumb. Her skin was addictive. It would be difficult to keep my hands to myself when we were in the office.

She smiled. “Already trying to secure the next outing before the first one was over. My, aren't we—”

I lost the rest of her sentence as her crimson lips captured my attention. Something about them drew me in. I noticed it at Martinicon, except I thought it was because of her mask.

I wanted to taste them again—to enjoy them with the notes of our chocolate dessert.

So I did. I leaned in and kissed her.

She was every bit as sweet as she was months ago, except this time, when I slid my tongue in her mouth, it was more than satisfying my lust. It was almost like coming home. She was familiar. We had similar interests, and it was euphoric inside of her.

I wanted more. I wrapped my hand around her ponytail as I imagined thrusting into her soft body and the moans that she—

“Hmm. Stop. Stop.” She peeled her lips from mine as she pried my hand from her hair. “I don't want my beauty secrets revealed for all of High St. to see.”

I wasn't a stranger to hair prosthetics. I dated enough models to know that many did not go out without them. It had been foolish to grab her like that. Judy-Lynn made me crazy. “Then let's go somewhere more private.”

She held my gaze for what appeared like an eternity under the amber glow of the street lights. There was no coy smile but intense scrutiny as though she judged my soul.

The decision wasn't hard. We knew each other, and we wanted each other. She returned my kiss when she pressed her sexy curves against my painfully hard body. Being in public was the only reason I didn't flip her skirt up and sheath myself in her warmth. Taking her like that on our first date as regular people would be poetic.

“No.”

It came out in a whisper, but it wrecked me as much as if she had yelled it. “Did you say no?”

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