Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,109

Eric when she was in her Ariel phase. I even dressed up as Eric for her fourth birthday. But Harry Potter? I know nothing.”

The fact that he played dress-up for his nieces increased his sexiness tenfold.

He dropped both hands to the edge of the car, caging me in. “I want to take you to Universal Studios in Florida.”

I laughed. “Actually, I haven’t made it out there yet.” That would be my ultimate vacation of a lifetime. Forget Europe or Bali or Tahiti. Take me to Florida, and my life would be good as set.

“Let’s go tomorrow. I’ll charter a jet.”

He angled closer, and I tiptoed and wrapped my arm around his neck, feeling things I hadn’t in a very long time. I was hyperaware of him whenever he was near, and having him this close, flushed against me, made my heart hammer in my chest.

“We can’t tomorrow.” I laughed. Him and his silly dreams. And his riches.

“Why not?” His fingers trailed down my cheek and pinched my chin.

“Because I want to go for a whole week.”

I’d planned my trip years ago but never had enough money to go. If and when I did go, I was going to drag it out and enjoy every second of it.

He grinned as if that was all he’d needed to hear. “Great. I’m taking off, and you can have a whole week off, too. I think I know your boss.” His hands went to my waist, and he lifted me onto the hood of his fancy, schmancy car. “Did you have fun, Hermione?”

His eyes flickered to my lips, and he unzipped my robe, exposing my cream satin shirt and black skirt underneath. I sucked on my bottom lip, taking him all in—from his Harry Potter glasses and painted scar above his right eye to the way his Gryffindor shirt hugged his broad frame. He was so out of his element and all for me. What he’d done tonight was exceptional. I couldn’t remember having a date like this, solely tailored to me, even with Jeff. He’d never gone this far to please me.

His fingers framed my face, lightly trailing down my arm and reaching for my waist inside of my robe. Every single trail of his fingertips—on my face, against my waist, at my hip—shot shivers through me.

And the way his eyes scoured my face made my heart beat faster.

“Just so you know, Hermione never dated Harry,” I deadpanned. “But today was the perfect date. Thank you.”

Because it had been, and I was enchanted and enamored with this man.

He cupped the side of my face, his eyes searching mine for permission, and then his fingers went to the back of my head, threading through my hair. Without a second thought, I closed my eyes and lowered my chin to his silent question.

When his lips descended on mine, it was soft, delicious, and erotic, all at the same time. Of all the boys I’d ever kissed before, this man was the best. His lips moved with purpose, sucking on my bottom lip and then moving to my top, paying lip service to each equally. I moaned against him, both of our breaths entangled into one. God, he tasted like mint and beer and all manly goodness. His hand dropped from my face and then moved to my ass, pushing my legs open so that I could cradle him. He was hard and erect, and every part of me pulsed with want and need and pure, uninhibited lust. Who knew how long we made out on the hood of his car. One minute bled into the next.

“Get a room!” someone yelled.

It was as if he hadn’t heard a word as his lips dropped to my neck, making it to the shell of my ear. “Your lips are my new addiction.”

I heard someone else muttering in the background. “There are children here, jeez. Come on, Darren. Let’s go.”

We both turned at the same time to see two kids about Sarah’s age laughing and walking with their mother.

“Great,” Brad muttered.

My heart thrashed against my rib cage. “Yeah.” My voice was a breathless whisper. “I think we were just about to give them a lesson on sex ed.”

He assisted me off the hood and then adjusted his pants, his well-endowed length pressing against the front of his slacks. “I can’t seem to stop kissing you.” He tipped my chin with his finger and placed one more peck on my lips.

I reached for his face, cupping his cheek. “I think