goes against so many rules.” She flips her hair, exaggerating the movement. “And you said you liked my rule following.”
“Guess I’m out of a job.”
“I have nothing against dating co-workers though.”
“What happens if I get promoted?”
“I’ll be promoted way before you.”
I reach out and tickle her side, and she dodges me like she knew all too well it was coming.
“In case you were waiting for me to say it…” she says through her laughter, “I like you, too.” She gives me a giant, teasing grin. “A lot.”
I find her other hand and lock it in mine. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you list a bunch of reasons why.”
She wrinkles her nose, and I close the gap between us, cutting off any argument she may have had for me. I did need to hear it, and now I’ll be on the high of knowing how she feels for the rest of the night.
Candace
The break room door clicks behind me and Pete, and I completely lose all sense and jump on him.
“Oof!” he says between our lips, but I shut him up pretty quickly. Gosh, he’s a killer kisser. I know I teased him earlier, but yeah… I was a hundred percent lying.
His laughter floats between our mouths, and I grin, unable to keep it at bay. The wall presses against my back, and he locks me there with his body, his hands finding my face. Tingles erupt across my skin, and I know it’s not sexy to giggle during a makeout, but that’s exactly what I do.
“Hang on,” he breathes, then does the exact opposite of hanging on, pressing another solid kiss to my lips. “We… should…”
His words get lost when I tap my tongue against his bottom lip, and I swear I hear my brain wave goodbye as it floats into oblivion. Good riddance, I say. It’ll most likely get in the way, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my night with just my heart running the show.
I hook my fingers into his belt loops, noticing his untucked black shirt. I suppose we’re in the break room, so I don’t tease him about it, instead reeling him in against me. Our bodies bump together, and with each point of contact, a new set of tingles erupt along my skin.
“Candace,” he says, his lips making a new path across my jaw. Oh my wow. Holy mother of wows. How could kisses on my neck be just as amazing as the ones he gives my mouth?
“Uh…” I croak. “Do you need something?” He keeps trying to talk. Pete, this is kissy, smoochy time.
His hot breath cascades along my collarbone, and I think I die right there in my laced up sneakers. “We should probably clock out.”
“Huh?”
He pulls away, but I tug on those belt loops, and he crashes back into me. No more pulling back. “Keep your lips here, mister.”
He chuckles and captures my face again, planting a kiss to each corner of my mouth. “Candace, we’re making out on the clock.”
“Mmm…” Yeah, not really registering.
“Let’s clock out and then make out, yeah?”
I pout, and when he takes a step away, my brain plops into place. He’s totally right. This is so against policy, and I can’t believe he’s the one enforcing it.
A smile like Mona Lisa’s curls my lips as he drops each of our cards into the time punch. “Will you say it again?”
He lifts a brow. “Let’s clock out and then make out?”
I shiver, letting my eyes flutter shut. “I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
His shoulders shake with his laughter, and he places the time cards into their slots. “Look,” he says, pointing at my card. “I put it in its designated spot, too.”
“Keep talking.”
“You want me to put them in alphabetical order? Zone order? Both?”
I close the gap between us instead, propping up on my tiptoes to reach his mouth. My fingers trail over the scruff along his cheeks, my nails scratching through the prickly strands. He captures my bottom lip and gives it a playful tug, and I crown him the king of all kissers. I don’t care that I’m hardly qualified to judge, considering my lack of experience. He’s the king, and I declare it now.
“Will you pick me up?” I slide my hands to his shoulders. “As much as I love our height difference, my toes might give out soon.”
He sighs like it’s such an inconvenience, and I pinch his nose.
“Be nice, or I won’t