be patient.” Seriously, I had just been kidding before, but now, I was considering keeping the plans from him, given his foul mood.
“My patience has just run out.”
He dashed in my direction, but I swerved toward the other side of the room. Connor’s stance changed, and he charged forward once again as I moved toward the center of the boardroom. He closed in with a slight smirk on his face, like he was going to win. Determined, I veered right, but I was too slow as he closed in on me.
I hopped on the table and lifted the sketchbook above my head as though I were the queen of the universe with a sword lifted high.
He reached for the hem of my long shirt. “Get down. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I have insurance.”
“You’re so annoying,” he said, a smile surfacing.
He surprised me by getting on top of the table too. He was indeed a whole head taller than me, so I brought the sketchbook behind me. Thank God for tall ceilings.
“Charlie …” There was his scolding tone again.
Stepping backward, I tripped on my own feet. Half my body was off the table, and when Connor tried to save me and pull me back from falling, he toppled on top of me.
Instead of relenting, I clutched the sketchbook to my chest. “No!”
I could feel his body on mine, his chest against my chest, his hips against my hips. Connor was a few inches from my face, and our breathing met in a slow tempo.
His hand gently brushed against my hip and I inhaled deeply. His eyes locked with mine, and the whole world stopped.
My breath caught in my throat, and everything around me turned vividly clear.
His scent filled my nose, and I felt an undeniable urge to close the gap between us to kiss him, to see how he tasted.
Connor
She was beautiful. The way her eyes squinted when she was laughing, the way her hair was splayed into tiny ringlets above her head. My stomach muscles tightened, and having her beneath me had me thinking dirty, dirty thoughts. My eyes flickered to her lips, and shit, I wanted to taste her, feel her lips against mine.
My cock hardened as I pictured us in the same position but with her naked beneath me.
Yep, not happening.
I cleared my throat and stood before she felt my hard length pressed against her.
I extended my hand to assist her, unable to meet her eyes.
All this sexual tension was about to make me combust.
Why was the universe throwing us together, naked first and now on top of each other the next?
I would have taken this as a sign, if only I believed in signs.
When her hand met mine, my cock pressed harder against my jeans, as though she were the On button of his happiness.
I shifted and pulled her up.
Man, oh man. I needed to remind myself why I shouldn’t date my employee.
1. We worked together, which would complicate things. Our creative sessions would include brainstorming on the different positions I could make her come.
2. I couldn’t get attached to anything here. This wasn’t my home. New York was.
3. Lastly, I was leaving. I didn’t want to start something with Charlie and not be able to go anywhere with it because that was where it would go—nowhere. Not when we were in different states.
I simply stared at her, unable to speak. I shifted my weight to my other foot and scrubbed a hand through my hair.
After a beat, she lifted the sketchbook in the air and sported a victorious smile. “I won!”
Fuck. I am a goner. Because she was so damn cute.
I reached for the sketchbook, but she didn’t relent. I tugged her forward, and her soft, delicious body slammed against mine.
I groaned.
After a sharp inhale, her eyes flickered downward. Yep. If she hadn’t known that I had a boner before, well, now, it was pressing against her side.
Our eyes met, locked, and loaded.
I felt the compression of her chest, the rise and fall against mine.
I wondered if her nipples were hard, if she was aroused by being in my vicinity.
But the moment the thought registered, she pulled the sketchbook, turned around, and dropped it on the table. “So … yeah … here it is.” Her voice was shaky, and when I approached her from behind, I could feel the heat emanating from her body.
Charlie. Charlie. Charlie. Why are you so damn tempting?
“Well, show me.” I tipped my chin toward the drawings, forcing myself to concentrate. “What