Page 31 of Tempting Her Forbidden Boss

Oh, yeah, her hollow words came back to haunt her. What a joke that had been. She’d shifted round restlessly the whole night. She wanted only one thing—his body filling hers. She frowned.

He leaned back against the bench and ran his hand up his chest to his heart, drawingherattention tohisfine physique displayed in his crisp white shirt. ‘Don’t ruin my fantasy

now.’ He tilted his head, studied her with half-closed eyes and a smile born of wickedness. ‘You know I’d love to watch.’

‘Pervert.’ But she felt the blush covering her skin. Even worse a ripple of excitement stirred in her belly. She couldn’t reallywantlike this, could she?

She moved. The pantry. Cereal. Breakfast. Then work. But her blood pounded, deafening her. She’d had enough of this starvation. She went into the small room and tried to find some food—what had happened to his host act? Why hadn’t he made her breakfast?

She heard a sound, glanced behind her, his body filled the frame of the doorway into this tiny space.

Ragged-breathed, butter-fingered, trembling—she couldn’t even pour the cereal.

‘Is it the small space? That’s what’s upsetting you so much?’ So he’d noticed—hard not to when she’d dropped the box of crunchy clusters twice already.

Her mouth was dry. The swallow hurt. ‘No.’

‘Then why are you so on edge?’

She spun on her toes to face him, now he stood a mere whisper away. ‘You know why.’

He held her gaze as he had only minutes before. The green of his eyes disappeared in the darkness as his pupils swelled.

She was fascinated. And suddenly she was decided. She was determined—in control. ‘If we do this,’ she said firmly, ‘then you’re with no one else while I’m with you.’

His eyes flashed fire. ‘Do you really think it necessary to make that clear?’

‘You kiss complete strangers in elevators. Of course it’s necessary.’

‘Yeah, well, you admit to spreading your legs like margarine for a wholevarietyof men. So no other lovers for you, either.’

She adopted a faux crushed look, gave an equally faux sigh. ‘It’ll be hard. But I guess I can find the discipline somehow.’

He lifted his hand and waved his palm at her. ‘I can help you with discipline if you want, honey.’

Her jaw dropped. ‘Don’t you dare.’

His low laughter sent waves of want pulsing from her belly outwards.

‘It’smyturn to dare.’ She wrested back the lead.

He sobered instantly. ‘What do you want me to do?’

Her answer was short. Explicit. And very, very naughty. ‘Now?’ He was already moving.

‘Yes.’

‘Here?’

‘Just hurry up.’ She reached for him with both hands, mouth open.

Ravenous.

He met her more than halfway. The pressure of his lips bruised but still it wasn’t close enough. She mewled into his mouth and pushed her whole body closer. And what had begun that day in the lift surged forward, continuing at break-neck speed towards the only possible conclusion. She rubbed against him, so eager to explore him, to have his thighs between hers, to have his hands there too, his mouth and most of all his rock-hard cock. Everything, all at once. Right now.

He moved, kissing her cheek, her neck, down to her chest, pulling the shirt aside so he could access skin. She fumbled with buttons, cursing when they wouldn’t undo as fast as she needed them to. She grabbed his hair and yanked, bringing his mouth back to hers. She gasped for air when she could and dived straight back into the heat of his kisses, the need burning her up. She arched against him, her hips writhing round and round in a mad rhythm.

Now.She wanted him there now.

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