Page 4 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Groom

She blinks a few times and takes a step into the room. “Is that a problem?” She moves her hands from her back pockets and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear while biting her lip. My cock is about to bust through my zipper. “I thought Liam and Iris said they could cover. Is that no longer the case?”

I feel like an asshole for making her worry, but the devil inside has to know if she’s dating someone. It’s none of my business and if she is, there’s nothing I can do about it. Once Charlotte and I say “I do,” I’m locked in until we dissolve our agreement. It might be a contract marriage for us, but to anyone else, it has to look real. We’ve agreed to not sleep with anyone else for as long as we’re married. My hand is going to get a hell of a workout.

I force a smile on my face. “Yeah, no they’re still okay with working double-shifts. I’m just wondering if there’s anything going on. You haven’t asked for a weekend off. Do you need help with anything?” I get up from behind the desk and stand in front of her. Taking her hand, I squeeze it. “I’m here if you need me.”

She inhales quickly, and her hand jerks, but she returns my squeeze. “Thanks.” Her voice has turned husky. “But I’m good. It’s actually me helping someone. That’s why I need the time.” Our hands are doing a weird dance, the fingers wrapping around each other. Mesmerized, I’m watching them entwining.

April stares at them too. Her blue eyes meet mine and heat flares in them.

“Who are you helping?” I rasp out. If she says her boyfriend, I promise I will stop whatever this thing is that’s happening between us right now. Okay, I promise I will try to stop this thing.

“My neighbors are moving to a retirement community in Florida. They need help clearing out their mountain cabin.” She stares at my lips, licking her own.

I groan as my jeans grow even tighter. “April,” I groan.

“Yes?” she whispers, still staring at my lips.

“This will escalate quickly if you don’t stop thinking what you’re thinking right now.”

“What am I thinking?” She finally moves her gaze from my lips to my eyes. Which is even worse, because in them I see the same heat that I feel.

I pull her closer. “You’re thinking you want me to fuck you right here, right now.”

She bits her lip again. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m thinking.” Her head tilts to the side. “So will you?”

Chapter 3

APRIL

Claiming my mouth with his, Jay backs me up against the wall. I lace my fingers behind his neck to stay upright.

He pushes up my skirt above my waist and grips my ass, massaging the two halves with his powerful hands. One finger slips under my panties, lightly skims my asshole, and then teases my pussy lips.

“Good girl,” he growls against my mouth. “You’re already wet for me.”

I’ve been freaking ready for months. Flames lick my skin and scorching lava flows through my veins. I want more. Need more.

More skin-to-skin contact. More heat.

Jay trails kisses down my throat and then licks my collarbone. When he presses his cock against my heat, I know I’ll explode if I don’t get out of my clothes. I need him inside me. Now.

I release my grip on Jay’s neck and pull my T-shirt over my head. I try to slide off my boots, but I almost trip when they won’t cooperate.

Strong arms grip my elbows and steady me. “Slow down.” Jay chuckles against the skin of my collarbone. “I’ll help you,”he whispers before trailing his hot lips down my neck again. His breath teases my breasts, and my nipples tighten into hard buds.

I groan, pulling him closer.

“Patience,” he growls, but finally helps me get my boots off. He picks me up, carries me to his desk, and props me on top. The chilly surface against my ass hits me like a cold shower and pulls me out of my feverish trance of desire. I look up at Jay. “We need to think about this,” I say. “You’re my boss.”

He chuckles. “For once you notice. I wish you’d pay that much attention when I try to tell you and Iris what to do.”

“Maybe you’re not giving me the right orders.” I’m playing sassy, but on the inside my heart beats so fast I’m sure he can hear it. This is risky. Too risky.

But I can’t make myself stop. I’ve wanted him for so long.

“What kind of orders are the right kind?”

“The kind that I give.” I don’t know where this brazen woman comes from. But I like her.

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