Page 48 of Doughn't Let Me Go

“Are you going to say yes?”

I blow out a breath. “I really want to.”

“Then say it.”

I don’t know what makes me look at him, but I do and wish I hadn’t.

His gray eyes are so intense.

Not to mention all they do is bring back those few hours we had.

His mouth hovers an inch above mine as he thrusts into me. His hips are moving so painfully slow. I want to wrap my legs around his waist and speed him up, but I know he won’t go for it.

I want to reach up and capture his lips in mine.

But I can’t. I can’t cross that line. This already feels better than I thought it would. If I kiss him now, I’ll be changed forever.

I’m not ready for the gravity of that.

His gray eyes watch me, and I hate how much I love the way he’s staring at me.Throughme. Like he sees every deep, dark crevice of my past and doesn’t care about any of it in the ways he should.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Dory.” His voice is gravelly. “Look at me.”

I do.

“I promise you, what happened between us…” He swallows thickly, and I wonder if he’s thinking about it too. “That night…it won’t affect our working relationship. We’ll keep things strictly professional.”

“We’d be living together, Porter…”

“If it will make you feel better about this, I’ll pay to keep your apartment. Just in case things are too awkward for you and you want to leave.”

“Seriously?”

“Of course seriously.” His lips pull together. “I want you to be comfortable. I want you to feel secure. I want that for all my employees.”

“Have you slept with all your employees?”

He coughs out a shocked laugh. “No, just one…before you.”

There’s something about his honesty I appreciate. He doesn’t skirt around things that could taint his character.

In a world where people try to hide who they are behind perfectly staged photos and online personas, it’s refreshing.

He wants to be open with me. He wants to be honest.

“Total professionalism?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Do you promise?”

A wicked smirk transforms his lips. “If you don’t try to kiss me, I won’t try to kiss you.”

I laugh, reaching for another carton of cigarettes. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem for me.”

I turn away from him, shoving a few packs into their places.

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