Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,106

pushed her against the door and kissed her. Hard.

Shit, I couldn’t help it. Adrenaline pumped through my veins—from the high of her not wanting him anymore to the almost fight. I kissed her as I had the last time—with a passion of promises and the future I would give her. And the only difference was, this time, she kissed me back without restraint, an equal player. Her hands gripped the back of my shirt, and she tilted her head to give me better access. Shit, I took it, all she was willing to give me, because I’d waited for this. Waited for her to kiss me back. Not in pretend kisses or drunken kisses, but in a real kiss. This kiss.

Her small moans were a direct hit to my cock. She smelled of everything sweet and innocent in the world, and I wanted her in my bed. More than that, I wanted her in my life. The kiss accelerated from zero to one hundred, hot and heavy and hands everywhere, cupping her face, down her arms, gripping her waist. I pushed into her, and she met me head-on, holding the back of my head.

I kissed her as though I wanted to devour her, have her right here, right now, with no cares in the world.

People yelled around us to get a room, but I ignored them, flicking my tongue against the seam of her lips. Our tongues tangled, and when her hands went under my shirt, I rocked into her.

It took all my strength to slow down. If I didn’t, I would have her on the hood of my car, and she deserved better.

I pulled back and rested my forehead on hers, panting, breathing hard. We both were. I wanted to ask her if I could come over. Judging by her body language, I was ninety-nine percent sure she’d say yes, but I needed to take this slow.

“Go on a date with me. Tomorrow. A real date, you and me and no one else.” I had to do things differently with Sonia.

She peered up at me with the sweetest smile on her face and a lustful glow in her eyes. “Okay.”

“Okay.” The adrenaline from earlier rejuvenated me. Shit, this was better than winning the deal.

I bent down to kiss her once more.

Brad

On the drive home, I took the longer way to drop her off. I wanted to savor every minute together, which was so unlike me. I slowed to catch every stoplight, let every pedestrian pass. I drove like a grandfather, days from giving up his license.

Sonia stared out the window, pinching her bottom lip. I wanted to continue to bite that sexy lip and vowed to do just that tomorrow after our date.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” she asked when we were stopped at a light.

“Yeah, I saw his dick, and now, I know why you don’t want him back.” I smirked.

She slapped my shoulder, laughing. “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.”

“Come on, Brad.”

I reached for her hand and rested it on the middle console when we parked in front of her apartment.

It was no wonder he was still pining for her. Jean was nothing compared to Sonia. Where Jean’s looks were up-front and in-your-face sultry, Sonia’s appeal was subtle, and the longer you stared, the more beautiful she became. To think, all this time had passed with all my wasted efforts and nights with other women when the right woman was in front of me all along.

“I just told him he’d messed up, and he now had to deal with the consequences of never getting you back.”

Because you’re mine now.

“He’s an idiot.” She squeezed my hand harder and scrunched her eyebrows together. Murder was heavy in her eyes. “To do that. Kiss me. What if Jean had walked in on us?”

Shit, my hand hurt from the pressure.

“He doesn’t want her anymore, so he doesn’t care.”

Maybe he wanted to get caught.

“It makes me wonder …” Her voice trailed off, and then her tone lowered. “If he could do that to her, he surely could do that to me.” Then, after a beat, her voice found its strength again. “What an asshole! A total living, breathing asshole.”

“I can’t deny that.” I readjusted our intertwined fingers and brought her hand to my lips. “An asshole with a small dick.”

That made her laugh. “Did you really say those things to him about me? Because … that was sweet.”

“It is, isn’t it?” I angled my head closer, laying on the charm,