any longer. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I don’t want to watch her go.
I stand up, and her eyes follow my movement. It seems like she’s frozen to the spot.
When I reach for her, she doesn’t move. My hands move around her hips. I still haven’t touched her. My hands are hovering right over her ass. There is nothing I want to do more than cup it. I’m standing tall over her. She is looking straight into my eyes. Her mouth parts and her bubblegum-tongue slips out to gently lick her plump bottom lip.
That is all I need to see. I grab her ass and yank her to me. She falls on my chest with a gasp, and our bodies collide. I can feel her heart racing. She is still looking up at me with her wide eyes.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this.
This is wrong. And that is what makes this even more right.
I give her one chance to push me away. Tell me to stop, and when she doesn’t, I lean in and take her mouth in mine. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been waiting to do this to her. It feels like forever. Years. I can’t believe I even lasted this long without touching her.
She gasps again when my tongue slides into her open mouth. I love the taste of her. I love how she fits like a glove against my body.
The kiss has started off with a slow passionate burn, but I’m not going to be able to control myself for very long. I want this girl. I want her in every way, and I have already waited too long to make her mine.
11
Kim
I can’t believe this is happening. Kirk Silvers’ tongue is thrust inside my mouth, and it feels even better than I thought it would. He has taken complete possession of me and my body. His hands are on my hips. Our bodies are pressed together. I can feel the hardness of him pressed against me. Throbbing. Growing.
The wetness between my legs is spreading as he kisses me deeper.
I’m leaning and arching backward from the pressure and urgency of him. The way he is kissing me tells me he’s been thinking about it too. Every night like I have?
I wrap my arms around his neck. Am I too bold?
I don’t do things like this. I never make spontaneous decisions like this. Especially not when it involves my boss.
Every other thought flees my mind. The only thing remaining is how hot my skin feels. How his hands are now traveling down my ass, searching for the bottom of my skirt.
He swings me around while pulling his mouth away from mine. We stare at each other for one hot minute. His eyes are hooded and dark; I can barely hold his gaze. He looks like a wild beast, ready to eat his prey alive.
Devour me! I want to scream.
No man has ever made me feel like this. Brought me to the brink of temptation. Made me forget every good piece of advice I have ever received. None of it matters. Only the way he makes me feel.
He pushes me gently until I’m leaning against the conference table. His hands roughly pull up my tight skirt until it’s bunched up around my waist.
“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me?” he asks. It’s almost like he’s accusing me of a crime.
And what has he been doing to me?
When I don’t respond, he reaches out to press his thumb on my swollen, throbbing lips. My lipstick must be smudged, but he doesn’t seem to care. He runs his finger down my mouth, my chin, down the length of my neck until his hand is pressing into my chest where he can feel my heart.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
With his other hand, he expertly pulls down my panties. I gasp at the sensation of cool air on my skin. On the wetness between my thighs.
I have never gone this far with anyone before. No man has seen me naked like this. Not that passionately guarded secret spot between my legs.
He looks me over like he is assessing every inch of me.
Will I do?
Am I good enough for him?
He is the first man to see me like this. So vulnerable. I want him to keep looking. He has a way of making me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.
When he meets my eyes again, Kirk smiles. The realization dawns on