Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,66
toward the table where Sonia was sitting. “And, between you and me, Jean is crazy in the bedroom.” He laughed and tipped back his drink, spilling some on his shirt.
I smirked, though my eyes were hard. I had an undeniable urge to knock him on his ass. “I know what you mean. Sonia … fuck …” I let my voice trail off. “I don’t know why you let her go, man. I’ve been with many women, but no one like her.”
Take that, asshole.
He straightened, all of a sudden sober. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know …” I followed his line of sight to Sonia’s direction.
“No, I don’t.” He leaned into me and pushed up his glasses, as though to see Sonia better.
“Maybe she just needed a different guy to unleash her.” I condescendingly patted his shoulder.
Before he had a chance to respond, Jean walked up to us. “Thanks, baby,” she cooed, grabbing her gin and tonic.
I chuckled to myself. So, Jeff preferred the girlie drinks, not like I was surprised. And I knew I’d gotten to him because he couldn’t stop staring at Sonia, and all I wanted to do was rip his eyes off his face.
As though Sonia knew we were talking about her, she lifted her eyes to me and smiled. I’d thought she’d be pissed, but she began to walk our way, almost skipping and definitely shimmying her hips to the sound of the live band.
“Hey, guys. You talking about me?” she asked, her eyes lazy in that I’m feeling good kind of glow.
I was so glad I’d cut her off when I did.
“Yes, we just were.” I grabbed her chin with one hand and leaned into her, meeting her lips for a brief kiss. “I was telling Jeff here how you have the sweetest mouth.” And it was sweet with a touch of liquor that I could taste. I bent in again, my whole body tingling with need, and kissed her. “I can’t get enough of these lips.”
Instead of backing away, she smiled. Guessed the liquor had loosened her up.
Then, she grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag me to the dance floor. “Let’s go, go, go and dance, dance, dance.”
To my surprise, Jeff and Jean trailed behind us and met us on the dance floor.
“I Wanna Dance with Somebody” by Whitney Houston was being played by the live band. Sonia lifted her hands in the air and moved to the rhythm of the beats. Not like I’d had any doubt she had coordination, but still, I was surprised at how Sonia could really dance.
Me? I had been blessed with many things. Rhythm was not one of them. I stood there, bounced a little, and tipped my head, all the while holding my drink—just how I had in my early twenties at the bar.
“Come on, Brad. Dance with me.” She tugged me forward and then began to twirl herself around.
I laughed, watching her shimmy and dance like no one was watching. Maybe my favorite Sonia was the free Sonia. Then, she dropped her hand and circled me. And the way her hips moved heated me up, making my thoughts turn seductive, thoughts I shouldn’t be having about my own secretary—a secretary that I adored and couldn’t fire.
When she backed up into me, my cock stiffened, and I froze. I didn’t know what she was doing, but shit … it was bad. My free arm wrapped around her waist as we both moved in sync to the music.
When the beat changed, she grabbed my Guinness and tipped it back, draining the bottle. Then, she ran to the closest table and left it there.
Rules, rules, rules. I drilled the words into my head because I wasn’t drunk enough to blame wanting to be close to her on the liquor.
Against my better judgment, I wrapped my arms around her center, and we were grinding—her ass to my straining cock—on the dance floor like we were in the club and had just turned twenty-one.
My head dropped to the crook of her neck, and I could smell that strawberry perfume or soap or lotion she used. I leaned in and kissed the tender part of her skin, and then I took a swipe with my tongue. She tasted of salt and sweetness, the right combination, and it wasn’t enough. I needed more. She was like a new drug I hadn’t known about, a drink of choice I had just discovered. My fingers gripped the silk dress, right by her thighs.