Boss I Love to Hate An Office Romance - Mia Kayla Page 0,67

Sexy.

I wanted her. There was no doubt. There was wanting and knowing you couldn’t do anything about it. It was a foreign concept for me because, everything I wanted, I took. It was always within reach, and it was mine. But this … I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t have her, though I very much wanted all of her—in my arms, in my bed, beneath me.

I swallowed hard.

When a slow song broke through the noise, she turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. Our eyes locked, and my heart stopped.

Her eyes sparkled with a gleam that knocked me breathless. For once in my life, I was mesmerized by a woman. This woman.

When she pulled at the ends of my hair, and I peered down into her endless pools of brown, I couldn’t resist. I needed another taste of heaven, and I kissed her. She kissed me back, harder, without restraint. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, and I knew this was a terrible idea, yet I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop kissing her. The reception hall could be burning down, everyone around us could be screaming, all the women in the room could be stripping, yet nothing would stop me from kissing her.

Her lips were soft, the bottom lip plumper than the top, and she tasted of liquor and mint and a sweetness I couldn’t put my finger on. She was exquisite, and her body molded against mine, as though it were meant to fit there.

She was drunk, and I was taking full advantage. I very well knew that. Sonia wouldn’t be kissing me in her right mind, and the thought shoved a pang of annoyance in my gut. But that annoyance disappeared when she swiped my bottom lip with her tongue.

Fuck. Fuck.

“Sonia,” I whispered, my eyes falling shut.

Now would be the time to stop. Now would be the time to put some space between us. End this. Clear my muddled head.

You know that little voice in your head that told you something was wrong, so wrong that you needed to step back and reevaluate things? Well, this was that moment.

But, instead, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue against hers. Purely fucking delectable.

Both of my hands skimmed down her bare back to right below her tailbone, where I pushed her against me.

We shouldn’t be doing this with her friends and their parents around. We weren’t in a club. This was wrong. But why the hell did it feel so right? And so damn good.

She pulled back, sporting a lazy smile when the music changed, and her fingers continued to play with the ends of my hair while her arms were wrapped around me.

We stayed locked in our own moment for a few seconds before the song changed, and so did her mood.

Suddenly, she jumped up and down, searched the room, and grabbed Ava’s hand right beside me. “Let’s dance.”

Her change of mood gave me whiplash. I sort of liked horny Sonia.

Jeff approached with Jean, and my eyes widened when Sonia, who’d previously bawled her eyes out over her two-timing ex, released Ava to grab one of his hands and then Jean’s.

Jean enjoyed the attention and began to dance to some upbeat version of some Adam Levine song, moving like an awkward duck that had rolled out of its mother’s womb.

“I thought I was mad, but I’m not mad anymore. Everything tends to work itself out, ya know,” Sonia slurred.

Shit, this was bad, really bad. I had pinkie-promised that I wouldn’t let her make a fool out of herself.

“I mean, he hated the way I ate, and I hated the way he couldn’t last more than three minutes,” Sonia said loud enough for Jeff to hear.

“She’s drunk,” I heard Jeff say.

“Sonia.” I reached for her, but she pushed me off and continued to dance and move with Jean following her lead.

Jeff and I stood awkwardly by the side, watching our dates interact. Jean was laughing hysterically. Then, without warning, she handed Sonia her phone, and Sonia proceeded to plug in what I could only think was her number.

Fuck. This isn’t good.

I walked over and wrapped one arm around her waist. “Okay, Shorts. Maybe it’s time to go home.”

A full-on pout escaped, and a big part of me wanted to bite her bottom lip again.

“No, we have to dance,” she demanded.

“YMCA” played next, and before I even had a chance to deny her, I was on the dance floor, laughing and twirling her with my