eyes. “For what exactly? I’m not kissing you again, Desmond Blake. That was a one-time thing.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’re so full of shit.” His hands move up to my ass, and he grips it firmly before sliding me closer. I gasp as my hot center lands directly over his hard length.
“That was a mistake in there, and you know it.”
His smile morphs into a cocky smirk. “That was the opposite of a mistake.” He tilts his head, his gaze filled with curiosity. “But are you telling me you didn’t want to kiss me?” He lifts his brows with a challenge.
I blow out a breath. “No.” I bite down on my bottom lip, wishing it was enough to shut myself up. But my heart is in charge now. “That’s not what I’m saying, not at all. I think that was obvious.”
He nods. “Oh, it was.” His palms leave my ass and move up until his fingers are crawling beneath my shirt. They move straight up my back to where the clasp of my nonexistent bra should be. Being a small-chested girl has its benefits at times.
I wish I could capture the moment Desmond realizes that I’m not wearing one. I swear, he doubles in size between my thighs. He lets out a quiet groan that I would have probably missed if I weren’t so in tune with his every move.
“Just because I let you kiss me back there doesn’t mean I’ll do it again now. That was dumb, reckless.”
“It was just a kiss, Maggie. It wasn’t dumb or reckless. And I do want to do it again.” He rolls his hips up, pushing himself into me through our clothes, and I react with a groan.
“See?” His eyes drift down my body. “Look what I’m doing to you. I’m not even inside you yet.”
“Yet?” I ask in astonishment. “That indicates you will be inside me at some point. Spoiler alert: that won’t happen.”
“You sure?” His grip loosens on my back, and disappointment fills me. “I’m more on the optimistic side of this scenario.”
I swallow and nod, showing him I’m firm on my words. “I’m sure you are, but there are so many reasons this is wrong.”
“Name one.”
“You’re my boss.”
He smiles so wide. “I am, aren’t I? Well, I assure you, I don’t have a fraternization policy, so…”
“Whatever. We’re stuck with each other for the foreseeable future. It’s just not a good idea.”
“One reason. That’s all you gave me, and it was shit. You got nothing else?” He lifts his hips again, this time rubbing against me in a way that makes my lower belly swirl with flutters. “Give me one more reason, and I’ll back off. But you better make it good.”
I suppose all I have to do is lift off him and make it clear that I don’t need to give him a reason to not kiss him again. All I have to do is say no. But I don’t say no. I don’t lift myself off of him. I stay and conjure up another reason we shouldn’t be doing this. And I’m not just doing it for him. I’m trying to convince myself too.
“We hate each other.”
That makes his lips curl even more as his head moves up and down slightly. Then he cups my neck with his palm and brings me to his lips. “That could make for some hot sex. I’m not opposed to giving it a try.”
A fire burns in my belly as my internal struggle dies a little inside me. Desmond is incredibly sexy and undoubtably amazing in bed. But is that what I want? An extraordinary lay based on nothing more than my burning need to be with a man again despite his numerous faults? I suppose I haven’t been opposed to meaningless sex before, but somehow it feels different with Desmond, like I’ll be cheating on that little girl inside of me whose heart still breaks over her father’s betrayal.
Desmond is still painfully hard beneath me. It takes everything not to grind against him and relieve some of my own buildup. Months without sex hasn’t made me feel so wound up and needy until this moment, and I shudder as my imagination starts to go wild.
“Tell me something you hate about me.”
“What?” I ask, my eyes opening and landing on his burning blue ones. “Why?”
He shrugs. “If we hate each other, then there’s no possibility of falling in love, which is what neither of us wants, right? So we play it