aroused.
When she didn’t stop me, my other hand moved to her waist, bringing her closer, flush against me. My lips moved over hers, and when she kissed me back, I flicked my tongue, outlining the seam of her lips. She didn’t fight me, and a moan escaped from the back of my throat, a sound I didn’t recognize. I bit her bottom lip and angled closer, almost bending her backward. She tasted exquisite, like a sweet wine, and I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t want to stop.
Sonia
Holy mother-freaking crap. Who knew if it was the liquor or my moodiness or even revenge that had me kissing Brad? All I knew was that this kiss, his kiss, was beyond magnificent. His lips were like magic, as though he had been born a kisser. As though he’d gone to school for it, studied it, perfected it, and now, women everywhere stood in line to get a taste.
The movement of his lips over my top and bottom lip was soft but urgent, lulling me into a stupid kissing stupor. Maybe it was all the practice he’d had before me, or maybe it was just raw, natural talent.
His mouth moved against mine in uninhibited want and need and pure, unadulterated lust, and I gripped him harder, more desperately, clutching his arms, pulling him closer. I deeply inhaled his masculine scent, filling my senses, making me dizzy and light-headed.
I can’t believe I’m kissing Brad—my boss. And, as soon as that thought filtered through my head, it was as though I’d been doused with a bucket of ice water, and slowly, I pulled back.
Our eyes locked, and he leaned in again for another kiss until I put a hand on his chest.
What the hell did I just let happen?
I pressed one shaky palm to the hollow of my neck. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my breaths coming in short, broken puffs, as though I’d just run a marathon.
This is crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy!
And Charles, his brother, was going to kill me, kill me, kill me.
And Brad was going to fire me, fire me, fire me.
“What was that?” I asked, not expecting him to answer.
He blinked as though he were just as dazed and confused. Then, he stepped back and ran one shaky hand through his dark locks. “I don’t know.” He eyed me for a nanosecond and stepped into me even though we were already toe-to-toe.
I didn’t know how to get us back to our normal when I couldn’t even get a solid thought through my head because all I could think about was that kiss and his lips—his magical, talented lips.
Then, Brad pulled at the edge of his suit and straightened, and the boss man was back. “Jeff was there.”
“Where?” My eyes perused the area, looking everywhere behind me.
A few people had congregated around the garden, and by the looks on their faces, we had caught their attention.
“He was here, and I knew you wouldn’t want him to see you crying.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. “Thank you.”
Brad laughed deeply. “No. Thank you,” he said with a devilish smirk gracing his lips.
My cheeks warmed. I could feel the heat rising to the tips of my ears. “That is so against the Charles rulebook.”
He nodded. “And my rules, too, but I think, since I agreed to this and am playing a part, kissing you is an exception.”
“So, you’re going to kiss me again?” The question flew out before I had a chance to stop it. Crap, I didn’t think I could handle another one of his kisses.
He paused, as though debating on what to say. “Only if I have to,” he said, his emotions now hidden.
I guessed kissing me was a chore then. My heart sank, and I didn’t know how to take that, yet I didn’t want to think about it too much, too deeply.
And, with those five words, we were back into the normal world of secretary and BILK.
Once inside the cocktail area with multiple highboy tables, the first people I spotted were Jeff and Jean across the room.
I grabbed Brad’s hand and headed toward the bar. “I need another drink.”
“Shouldn’t you eat a little bit still? Maybe after dinner.”
“Okay, Dad.” I grabbed a shrimp cocktail from a server’s tray that passed by. “I have been eating. See, food. In my belly. Now, drink.”
Brad shook his head, amused, and followed my lead.
“Sonia,” I heard someone call.
When I lifted my head, I saw Ava and her boyfriend, Chris.
I nearly bum-rushed her and pulled her