Page 44 of Our Little Cliche
“Why would it be a problem if you enjoy my writing?”
“Because…” She pauses, twiddling with her fingers. I wait for her to continue, giving her the time that she needs. “Because,Cyrus, it turned me on so much that I haven’t been able to look at you properly since.”
Oh.My cock tents my sweatpants instantly.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-One
HOLLY
I’ve lostmy fucking mind.I’m insane. I’ve just admitted tomy bossthat his book turned me on, and I can’t even look at him straight without thinking about him doing all of those things to me!
…Yeah. I’ve truly fucking lost it.
Oh god, say something please. Why is he staring at me like that? Why is his body so frozen, and stiff? “Holly…”What?
Did he just say my name?
Cyrus Stone—my incredibly hot boss, just saidmyname, and now I can’t move a single limb. It’s like my ass has melted to the blanket and I’ve become one with the floor. I trail off, thinking about the way it just rolled off his tongue.Holly. Not Miss Cate. Holly! His voice sounded so desperate… tortured, even.
His eyes stay fixed to mine, sending a lightning bolt of unfamiliar sensations through my body. Everything overrides my moral compass that’s telling me to pull us out of this situation this very instant.
Cyrus’s creative writing holds a world of kinks, lust, and dark dangers. But does that extend outside of what he puts on paper? He doesn’t seem the type that would actually fuck me with myeyes shut… he doesn’t even seem the type that would make the first move. He’s had so many chances to.
“Holly!” he repeats my name in a desperate breath, it’s almost a beg—to run. Run very fast from him before he does something he’s going to regret.“Please change the subject because I don’t think I have the power to stop myself anymore.”
…Yeah.
Me neither.
Do I change the subject so that he doesn’t kiss me? Or do I stay silent so that he does? I briefly take my eyes from his and trail down, watching his jaw clench before catching a glimpse of his veins growing thicker by the second on his arm, then following them lower.And lower.Stopping at his pants…
Oh, my god his pants.
They’re pitched.
Wow.
Seeing his suffering makes the flutters stir in my stomach at violent rates and I don’t know what comes over me to stay as quiet as I am. Excitement has me in a chokehold as I keep the silence hanging on the edge of tension and desire. How long can he hold out before he kisses me? How long can I hold out until I kiss him?
My grin turns my lip with the more his chest inhales, followed by the flare of my brow—to tease.To coax.It’s diabolical. Dangerous, even. I’ve never wanted anything more than this moment.
So not a single word peeps from my mouth.
Then, at a speed I cannot register, he shoves his kiss straight against my mouth. Bolts of hot, sexual electricity ignite like a Sydney New Year’s firework extravaganza. His hand bands around my neck with his thumb by my jaw, holding my head balanced so that I can take a little more of him.
After what feels like a minute… an hour… a day or eternity under the sweet disposition and euphoria of his lips, I break the connection. Not because I want to, but because Ihaveto.
Thiscan’thappen again.
I’m not ready for asituationship. I just had my heart broken, and my whole world flipped upside down. What happens if Quinn finds out that I kissed my?—
My…
My boss.
“We can’t. I— You can’t lose your job, Cyrus,” I say, holding my hand up before shuffling away from him—which feels like torture, by the way.
