Page 11 of Kissing Danger

“This... is this how you always interview potential employees?”

He leaned forward so I could feel his erection grinding against mine.

“The interview started and ended the moment you stepped through that door. All you had to do was show up.” He pulled back just enough to put an inch of air between us, and I instinctively gripped him tighter. “If all you’re looking for is a job, then it’s yours. You can walk out of here right now and start working. No questions asked. However... if you’re interested in more...” He nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth, startling a gasp out of me. “I can offer that, too.”

I should have said “no”. All I wanted was a job to further my career, and now I had it. Nathan’s offer to be the lead designer for a major fashion company was more than I’d been hoping for. Yet, now that I had achieved my goal, something greedy and insatiable welled up inside me.

I wanted more than just a career. I wanted thrill, and Nathan Sterling was nothing if not thrilling.

Wrapping one of my legs around his hips, I pulled him closer and chased away the space he’d put between us.

“More. Definitely more.”

He sighed in relief, kissing me again so passionately that I fell flat against the desk. Something tumbled off the desk and crashed to the floor, but I didn’t care enough to look. If Nathan was worried about the contents of his desk, he didn’t show it. He didn’t even seem to be aware that we’d knocked something over as his hands started wandering down my body.

“Good,” he gasped when the kiss ended. “I said you could walk out of here no questions asked, but I might have been lying. I’m not sure I could have let you go so easily.”

Was he joking or should I take that threat seriously?

More importantly, did I care?

I probably should. I’d had bad experiences with people being too forceful in the past. Memories of my second, and last, boyfriend came to mind.

I shuddered.

Yet, I didn’t get the same feeling from Nathan. Although the man claimed he wouldn’t let me go, the way he held me said differently. His hands felt like a cradle rather than a shackle. I could leave their grip if I wanted, but why would I want to when it was so much more comfortable to stay exactly where I was.

Rather than try to explain all that, however, I just ran a hand through his hair and pressed a series of kisses down his neck. He was fully clothed, so I still couldn’t see the tattoos hidden beneath, but I caught a glimpse of something that looked like a snake on his neck.

How far did the tattoos go?

There were also some signs of ink peeking out of the cuffs of his sleeves.

Were these the only ones, or was there a whole canvas of artwork hidden beneath his clothing?

Within his dark hair, there was some gray at his temples. He was obviously older than me, but I was hardly a fresh-faced teenager myself. Twenty-eight may not seem old to a lot of people, it probably didn’t even seem old to Nathan, but it was enough for me to know what I wanted and what I didn’t want.

I wanted him, consequences be damned.

One of his hands crept under my shirt while the other started to undo the clasp of my pants. I didn’t have the confidence to do the same to him, but I did dare to slip a hand into his back pocket. Even through the thick material of his pants, I could feel the firmness of his muscular physique. Every inch of the man seemed to have been carved from rock. A real-life walking statue, come to life specifically for the purpose of ravaging me.

I sucked at the skin of his neck, determined to leave a mark. This might be our only time together. We hadn’t discussed what this encounter actually meant. Even if we never interacted as more than professionals after this, he was going to walk out of here with evidence of me carved into his flesh.

The moment my teeth touched his skin, his breathing turned erratic. I wasn’t surprised that Nathan liked things a little rougher. He seemed like the type to prefer a dominant role in bed. However, I was surprised by how quickly he responded. Surely, he had plenty of experience. The slight sting of an aggressive hicky shouldn’t be enough to get him excited.

There wasn’t time for me to ponder this discovery further. By then, he’d succeeded in undoing my pants, pulling them down a few inches so my waist and hips were exposed. The feeling of my mouth at his neck seemed to have spurred him into action, and he pushed his hand deeper into my pants to squeeze my ass in a demanding grip.

Before I even realized what was happening, one of my legs lashed out and kicked him in the hip. He grunted and stumbled back a step, nearly tripping over the office chair behind him.

I stared at him from my position sprawled over the desk, shocked and bewildered over my own actions. He was alsoobviously confused, looking between me and himself like he didn’t understand what just happened.

Realizing what I’d done, my shock turned to shame. In a panic, I started apologizing so quickly my words all slurred together.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean... I shouldn’t have... That wasn’t what I meant. I don’t know why I did that.”

That last part was a lie. I knew exactly why I’d reacted that way. I just thought I was over it by now. So stupid. I was a grown man, nearly thirty years old. Sex shouldn’t be this hard or nerve-wracking.

I didn’t realize I’d been mumbling to myself the whole time until Nathan tipped my head up by the chin and forced me to look at him.

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