Page 57 of Kiss Me Again

I have to get out of this house. This is not healthy for me. Not when I’m crushing on my boss. I am obsessing over every detail. I have to stop.

Just go out there, tell him goodnight, and run to the car. It’s as simple as that. Do not doddle. Do not pause. If he says something, he will repeat it tomorrow. If he asks why you ran out of here tomorrow, tell him it was cramps. Grab your keys and go.

In the living room, he’s near the entrance to the kitchen and crouched on the floor, looking at one of the kids’ toys. I smile down at him. “Um, I cleaned everything up. The leftovers will make a nice—

Cormac stands up and looks in my eyes, but it’s the look in his that cuts me off from whatever I was saying. Without a word, he comes in close and he hooks his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to his lips. My heart leaps in my chest, and I’m in his arms before I can think. I don’t want to think anymore. I only want this.

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Lily

Cormac backs me against the living room wall. His mouth makes me shake for him. Each kiss is hotter and sweeter than the last. He tastes like wine and berries, and I am drunk on him. Maybe this is wrong, but that only makes me want it more.

He kisses along my jaw, then whispers, “I don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

He nibbles my neck. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Cormac’s fingers lace between mine and he presses my hands to the wall, looking in my eyes. “You know you can say no, right?”

I nod, too wet, too wound up to say no or even remember the word.

He holds my hands over my head and kisses me again, as I wrap my leg around his to pull him closer. He’s hard, and his erection rubs against me where I want it to. I tremble against him, yearning for more. But then he pulls back, a panicked look on his face. “The kids—

“I didn’t hear anything.”

“Me either. But,” he releases his hold, “let’s take this upstairs to be on the safe side.”

“Oh. Right.” The idea of how to do this while they’re home hadn’t occurred to me.

Cormac takes my hand and leads me upstairs. I hadn’t been in his room before—there was no need for me to be. But it is almost just as I had pictured it. As he closes the door behind me, I take it all in. The snick of the lock makes things feel different. Real. “To keep them out. Not to keep you in.”

I laugh. “I know.”

His enormous windows overlook the forest and in the distance, the ocean sits black, glittering beneath the night sky. A king-sized bed sits against the far wall, and as we walk in, a motion light gradually crescendos dim. Dark green sheets dress the bed, which is flanked by a pair of wooden cube nightstands, each topped by small silver lamps. It is clean and masculine, with sharp angles and nothing for décor.

He wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder. “If you change your mind—

“I’m not.”

“You can, though. At any time.”

I smile. “I know.”

He moves my ponytail out of his way and licks up the back of my neck. I can hardly hold still when he does that. It makes me think of the first time he did that. When he was inside of me. I let out a little moan, and he murmurs, “Every time you make that sound, you make me want to hear it again.” He licks me there again, and I cannot stop the moan.

He turns me around and kisses me harder than before, groaning in my mouth. I want this. I want him undone, coming after me. Wanting me.

I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and he grabs my ass to pick me up. With my legs belting his waist, he carries me to his bed. Setting me on the end of it, Cormac tears his shirt over his head and tosses it away. He grabs for the button at the top of his shorts, but I swat his hand and take over, unbuttoning him. He laughs and eagerly watches me as I slide them off of his hips. Underneath, a pair of gray boxer briefs stretched over his cock.

They have to go.

Slowly, I work them down his body and flutter my tongue over the root of him and all the flesh there as I expose it. He sucks in air through tight teeth, like a reverse hiss. Once his cock is out completely, I am amazed I got all of that in me before. I lick across the broad head of him, taking my time to get him on the edge. His body arcs to me, coming forward instinctively. But he doesn’t thrust into my mouth—he is careful not to, in fact. Maybe he doesn’t want to offend me or wants to be gentle or something.

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