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I rise on my tippy toes, trying to get as close as I can but it’s not enough. Nothing feels enough. I rake my fingers through his hair, trying to pull him closer. Conor takes the hint and works his jaw a little harder, his tongue caressing my lips to coax them open. It feels like a lick of fire down my body and I gasp for oxygen, stoking the heat even more when it gains him deeper access to my mouth.
His tongue finds mine and Conor lets out one of those moans that turn my legs into jelly. Luckily, his arm is around my waist to catch me before I physically fall.
The figurative one has already happened. I’ve fallen for him—which I don’t question, he’s absolutely adorable.
But why did he even fall for me?
“Conor.” His name comes out like a groan against his mouth. I’m panting as I pull away slightly more. “Why do you like me?”
“What?” His chest rises and falls against mine, and it takes him another moment to be able to open his eyes.
“All I’ve done is show you the worst of me these past two years.” My eyes stay glued to his wet, swollen lips as I lean away from him. But his arm doesn’t let me go far.
Conor pinches my chin between his fingers, lifting it until my eyes meet his heated gaze. His voice is gravel thick as he says, “All you’ve done is show me you’re an honest person. You live your truth, whatever it may be, regardless of who likes it or not. I find that so damn hot, Sierra.”
I take a sharp breath. If his words weren’t enough, he lifts his thumb to run the pad softly against my bottom lip. The friction sends a shock of electricity all the way down to my toes.
Keeping his thumb on my lower lip, Conor leans back down to close his lips on my upper one, sucking it slightly and coercing a shiver out of me. “You’re so damn hot,” he says while still savoring me. “It’s driving me wild.”
“Why didn’t you kiss me in the elevator, then?” I ask, letting out the last of my insecurities.
“Because of this.” He slides his hands up my back, past my shoulders and down my arms. Holding one of my hands, he places it back on his chest where I can feel the frenetic beat of his heart. My other hand he brings up to his face, making sure I can feel just how absurdly hot his red skin is. Conor’s chuckle is low and throaty. “I didn’t want this to happen in the middle of the office. I would’ve given us away.”
“Oh, I see.” I swallow hard and brush my nose against his. “That would’ve been embarrassing.”
“Very.”
“So you did want to kiss me.” I nibble his bottom lip gently.
Conor expels air so harshly it almost sounds like a growl. “Desperately. I’m trying to make up for it. Is it working?”
“Very much.” I smile against his lips. “And this time we didn’t even need mistletoe.”
CHAPTER 23
CONOR
On Monday afternoon, I catch Sierra yawning for the nth time, and switch tabs on my work computer to go from a budget sheet in Excel, to the messaging software for employees. These days, her name is pinned at the top and I could find it with my eyes closed.
Mahoney, Conor - 3:48pm:
Can I bring you a cup of coffee?
Fernandez, Sierra - 3:48pm:
Appreciate the sentiment
But I don’t want these gossipmongers to start running their mouths
Mahoney, Conor - 3:48pm:
I can pretend the cup is for me and leave it at your desk without anyone noticing
Fernandez, Sierra - 3:49pm:
Everyone will notice. I bet they’ve already noticedsomething
In fact, I should randomly glare at you for old time’s sake
