The same woman who had abruptly visited his office last Friday afternoon.
Shit. Did this have something to do with Kayla? Was Em…jealous? Brandon didn’t hate that idea. No denying that Em was lovely. Her sweet face and blazing head for business were attraction enough. But she also had lush tits and a gorgeous ass with a tiny waist in between. How could he not notice her?
During their introduction, he’d put her in the “doable” category. Then the HR rep had informed him that Em was his secretary. After that, Brandon had done his best to put all sexual thoughts of her on lockdown and be strictly her boss. After all, Houstonians had elected him to do a job, not chase a skirt. The first few weeks of ignoring Emmy as a woman had been tough. Since then, they’d been so busy, and she’d been thoroughly professional. Once he’d gotten used to her as a co-worker, he’d stopped thinking about her as a woman.
Until now.
“I don’t want to be friends, Brandon.” Em braced her hands against his chest and gave him a little push. “Go, please.”
Her touch flared sparks through him. Arousal charged his veins, seared his skin. Blood gushed south in a torrent. His dick got hard and strained against his zipper in record time.
Suddenly, he was rethinking the whole “friends” thing, too.
“I’m not leaving.” Brandon kicked the door closed behind him, nudging her farther into her snug but homey apartment, backing her against the foyer wall.
He’d be damned if he simply gave up on her without a good reason.
Then her musky-floral scent teased his nose. Fuck, she even smelled good. His dick swelled more.
Eyes wide, she thrust her hands on the flare of her hips. “Well, come on in.”
He ignored her sarcasm. “Why don’t you want to be friends?”
At his question, she tried to edge away from him. No f**king way. Brandon planted his hands on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in, and leaned closer.
Em sighed in frustration. “Ease up. I need a tissue.”
He reached over her and grabbed the little box off the bar, not giving her an inch of breathing room. He probably should, at least while she dabbed her face. But he wasn’t letting her go until he had the answer to his question.
“Does your resignation have anything to do with Kayla’s visit?”
Em got that deer-in-the-headlights look and drew in a sharp breath. Bingo! Why would Kayla’s visit matter? It shouldn’t…unless Em had feelings for him. Unless she wanted him. It took him barely half a second to realize that he really didn’t hate that idea.
“Go, Brandon. Please.”
They had to talk about this. Even if Em left her job, he didn’t want matters unresolved between them. He wouldn’t leave her hurting. But Em had been tight-lipped so far about answering his questions. If she had feelings for him, she wasn’t going to blurt them. But he could test his theory. All it would take was one small kiss.
Brandon lowered his head. Her breath caught just as he layered his mouth across hers.
At the first touch of her pillowy lips, a jolt of heat blistered through him. He lingered, then pressed harder. She accepted his kiss, clung to him, her lips so pliant and eager. Em felt so damn good. Desire blindsided him. Unable to stop, Brandon went back for seconds, brushing his mouth over her softness again.
As he drew in a shuddering breath, her scent lured him closer. In fact, now that he was opening his senses to her, everything about Em intrigued him.
He wrapped his hands around the golden knot of hair at her nape and brought her even closer. Em’s soft curves melted against him. The feel of her heart pounding furiously against his chest drugged his system with desire. She trembled in his arms as he laid yet another kiss on her little rosy mouth, then licked his way across her lower lip. He’d already taken more from her than a boss should, but now he knew that Em felt something beyond the professional for him.
When she mewled, that desperate little sound rolled through his blood like a fever. Arousal seized his spine and shook him to the core. Holy hell, Em was a fabulous assistant, but right now, he wanted her as a woman—naked, gasping, nails in his shoulders, crying his name.
Impatient and hungry, Brandon pushed his way inside her mouth and invaded deep to finally taste her. Ah, so f**king sweet. Sugary and a bit tart. Addicting.
She unfurled for him, tentatively at first. Then he brushed her tongue with his and took complete possession of her mouth. Em went wild, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her body so close not even a breath of air came between them.
Hot. Her sweet little mouth beneath his welcomed, beckoned. And the little noises she made at the back of her throat… Then—shit—she wriggled her hips, rubbing her pu**y against his iron-hard cock, conveying her need. A new spike of desire pierced him. His self-control gave way.
He grabbed her ass through her skirt, wedging her tightly between his body and the wall, thrusting right between her legs in an insistent rhythm that had her digging her nails into him and gasping out his name. Fuck. When was the last time he’d been this hot? This hard? She’d stunned him with her softness, her ardor. He needed more of her now.
When Brandon wedged a hand between them to cup her breast, he started to sweat. He’d suspected that Em had one hell of a rack under those boxy, professional jackets she wore, but even he’d been unprepared for how lush and real her curves were, how wonderfully heavy and firm her breast would lay in his palm.
Oh, God. This was his practical, efficient Em? She was like a world of secrets he’d never imagined and now couldn’t wait to explore.