Big Pickle: A Secret Boss Romantic Comedy - JJ Knight Page 0,40
freezer to avoid bumping my bare legs against the frosty crates. There’s only a narrow aisle, about two feet wide, between the boxes stacked in front of the shelves. They reach shoulder-high. Thankfully, I stopped the deliveries before our game of cheesecake Tetris reached all the way to the door.
Jason follows me in. The room dims as the door clicks closed. Only a bare bulb illuminates the space, the light mostly blocked by boxes.
“We won’t get locked in?”
“No, it opens from the inside.”
He glances around. “This looks like a year’s worth of desserts.”
“Exactly.”
“What are you gonna do with all these?”
I shrug. “Some probably need to be tossed. I’ve been thinking about some specials, but honestly, between trying to figure out these books, and certain annoying unpaid employees who need training, I haven’t had time to come up with anything.”
He steps closer. “I’m annoying?”
We’re only a foot apart. My temperature has already fallen in the cold and I shiver. “You have to admit, you were pretty terrible at first.”
“And now?”
I cross my arms in front of my belly. “I can ‘dill’ with you.”
He laughs. “Did you just make a pickle pun?”
“It wasn’t kosher?”
“Only if you’re gherkin my chain.”
Our laughter echoes off the boxes. My arms are cold, but inside I’m radiating heat that stops my shivers. Jason has never been this close.
But I want him closer. I want to kiss him. He’s probably going to leave now that we’ve figured things out, and I don’t want him to go without knowing what his lips feel like.
“I think you’re cold,” he says.
My throat catches. “I am, a little.”
“Should we head out, or…”
“Or?” I hold his gaze. “Maybe I might relish a little warmth.”
That’s enough for him. Jason comes at me like a jaguar on prey. His arms draw me close, and my breasts flatten against his firm chest. His mouth claims mine, and there is no doubt he’s wanted this for a while. His kiss is hungry, fervent, and hot.
I unravel my arms from my belly and wrap them around his back. He’s the only warm thing in this frozen place.
I’m lost. I’m thrilled. My insides sing.
His tongue slides along my lips, and I take him in greedily. My heart beats not only in my chest, but also in my throat and thickly between my legs.
His hands rove down my back, finding new spots to warm. I can’t get enough of him, wanting his body closer, then closer still.
One of the straps of my top fall down my shoulder. Jason groans against my mouth. “I can’t resist this.” His lips are impossibly warm as he makes his way down my jaw, kissing my collarbone, his tongue sliding along the swell of my breast, pushing the red cotton tank down.
My nipple puckers tightly at the cold, but quickly relaxes, warm with his mouth on me. I clutch at him, dizzy from the cold and the heat at the same time.
This is what I’ve wanted since that morning we made bread.
It got so much stronger when I saw him with my sister.
And in the euphoria of solving the mystery of the accounting books, I’m finally getting it.
His hand presses my breast up so he can take it more fully into his mouth. I wrap my arm around his head, drawing him close to me. My hip brushes against one of the boxes, covered in frost, and I realize I’m stuck.
“Jason?”
He murmurs against my breast. “Yes?”
“I think I’m attached to one of the boxes.”
He pulls away. “What?”
I shift away from the stack, but my red shirt still sticks to the crate.
“I guess I melted the frost,” I say with a laugh.
“I’d make a terrible pun, but I just want you in my mouth again.”
Desire darts through me like a lightning strike.
“I guess we can take this outside the freezer?” I don’t want to stop either. I feel painfully alive, like someone injected a fiery elixir into my veins.
Jason grabs the hem of my shirt and warms it with his hand until it comes away from the box.
“My hero.”
He stares at my face. “This is probably a bad idea.” But even as he says it, his hand covers my naked breast to protect it from the cold, and I melt into him.
Our lips lock together, the fever not broken, but stronger, hotter.
But he’s right. He is my employee.
My heart sinks, and I pull away. “Is it because I’m your boss?”
He goes still. “I don’t know.” His forehead lands on my shoulder. “Shit.”