Page 56 of The Manny

“How sweet.”

I frowned. “Heissweet. He’s kind and nurturing. What’s wrong with that?”

“He sounds like everything I’m not.”

I exhaled roughly. “Why are we talking about Aiden? I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

“I do. I’m just trying to decide if we should.”

“You only live once, right?” I might never have the nerve to push for a kiss again. The booze was the only thing giving me courage now.

“True.” He surprised me when he slipped his arm around my waist. “It’s not like I’ve never done dumb things before.”

“I do dumb things all the time.”

With a husky laugh, he lowered his head. My dick hardened and my lips buzzed with anticipation, as his warm breath wafted over my lips.

“Maybe kissing you will suck,” he rasped. “And I can stop thinking about it.”

“Only one way to find out,” I murmured. He’d been thinking about kissing me? Excitement shivered through me.

Without another word, he took my mouth roughly. He pushed his tongue between my lips insistently, but there was also a gentleness in the way his lips caressed mine. My body throbbed with need and I slid my arms around his neck, pressing closer. We shared heated breaths, tongues curling together greedily.

He deepened the kiss and I moaned into his mouth. His hands slid down to cup my ass, and he rocked against me, leaving no doubt he was aroused. I couldn’t believe we were kissing, but I didn’t want it to end. Most of the time Jack seemed ready to send me packing, but right now he couldn’t seem to get enough of me.

When he finally lifted his head, I rumbled my disapproval. I wantedmooorrre.

“Wow.” His eyes were glazed and lust flickered in the depths. “That didn’t suck at all.”

I nodded, having trouble finding my voice. “Feel free to do that anytime you want.”

He gave a gruff laugh, seeming reluctant to let me go. “Now I need to go take a cold shower.”

“Want company?” I gave a weak laugh.

Sighing, he let go of me. “Tempting. But that might be a little more complicated than a kiss.”

“Sex would definitely complicate things.” I sighed.

But would probably be worth it.

“One kiss means nothing,” he said firmly.

“Absolutely.” He was pulling back and I had to accept his decision. Drunk or not, I knew sleeping with my employer was problematic. A kiss we could move past, full on sex would be way trickier.

“Have a good night, Thomas,” he said quietly.

“You too. See you tomorrow.”

He left the living room, and I touched my still throbbing lips. I sure as hell hadn’t seen that kiss coming. Jack was a bewildering man. The more I got to know him, the more he drew me in. It was similar to how a moth was drawn to a flame.

And we all knew how it turned out for the poor moth.

Chapter Eleven

Jack

I woke the next morning, cringing at how I’d behaved last night. For some reason when Thomas had come home, I’d found it impossible to keep my distance. He probably thought I was insane, waiting up for him like a controlling parent. Would things be awkward between us now? I hoped not. We’d finally been getting along better.

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