Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I can’t afford to lose either.
His lips graze mine carefully. The touch is so soft, barely there, just a tease of a tease. I tremble. My body leans forward instinctively, wanting more of this man, wanting whatever I can get. My mouth presses against his before my brain can kick into gear and stop me.
The kiss is chaste, mouths closed, tongues safely hidden away, but he may as well be undressing me for how wildly it lights my body up. Need hits me like a train, my thighs squeezing together. I want to kiss him forever.
Of course, I can’t. As quickly as it started, it ends, Sean pulling away first. Pink lipstick is smeared across his top lip. I’m burning up, breath hitching, and gripping the metal bar behind me to stop myself from grabbing at him for more.
“I’m not going to take more than you’re willing to give,” Sean says gruffly, eyes meeting mine. “I meant it when I said I can be patient, Savannah. I won’t push you, sweetness. But whenever you need me, I’m here. I want whatever I can get.”
My lips part in a silent o, but I can’t make any words leave my lips. He presses the button for the ground floor, and I panic.
“Lipstick,” I whisper, clearing my throat. “You have…lipstick.”
Sean smirks. “Does it suit me?”
I laugh shakily, ducking my head. I like the sight of him with my lipstick on his lips far too much to admit.
When I look up again, he’s wiped it off, and the doors are opening. There’s a small group of people waiting to get into the elevator, so I force my legs to work and stride out with as much confidence as I can manage, sure that everyone there knows what’s just happened. The words I’m falling in love with my boss may as well be written across my forehead.
“Come on, Savannah.” I realize he’s already nearly out the door. “I’ll show you the best coffee shop in this city.”
I can’t help but return the smile he gives me and follow him out the door. His hand grazes the bottom of my back as he guides us toward the coffee shop, and I have to force myself to concentrate on walking in a straight line instead of the soft warmth of his palm on my body.
It’s a wonder I don’t spill everyone’s coffee down my front before we get back.
“It’s lunch hour.”
I jump, not realizing Sean is there until he speaks. I try to recover some pride, clearing my throat and turning in my chair to meet his eyes. I’ve barely recovered from the incident in the elevator this morning, and not even diving into the admin tasks I have lined up has helped my mind settle.
“Oh, I’m not hungry so I can just work through it.” It’s a lie. I am hungry, but the idea of leaving the safety of my desk and braving socializing with the others chases away any desire I have to eat.
“That’s not going to work for me. You need to eat, Savannah. The work can wait. Do you like tacos?”
I gape at him. “Anyone who doesn’t like tacos cannot be trusted,” I say seriously, though I’m grinning now. At the mention of the food, my stomach rumbles. Traitor.
“Finish up,” he tells me, pulling out his phone and tapping at the screen. “Food will be here in fifteen minutes, and I expect you to be in the kitchen by then.”
“Or what?” I can’t believe the words leave my mouth. I’m playing with fire here, and though I know it’s going to burn, I can’t help it. The warmth is so tempting. The adrenaline and anticipation and eagerness overwhelm me.
Sean looks up from his phone, tilting his head at me. One eyebrow raises. The corner of his mouth twitches into a tiny smirk. He pockets his phone and then braces one hand on my desk, leaning over so his words are private, a secret meant only for my ears. “Or I’ll teach you a lesson, sweetness. I’m very invested in making sure you take good care of yourself, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen. Even ordering you about under the threat of punishment.”
I blink, inhaling the spiced scent of his cologne mixing with my vanilla perfume. He wants me to…take care of myself? I can’t remember the last time someone who wasn’t my own parents cared whether I ate three meals a day and looked after myself. It’s as comforting as it is thrilling—a dangerous combination.
“Well, I’m a fast learner, Mr Sullivan,” I say in my best professional voice, the one I use to answer the phone. His eyes flash and I smile. “I won’t let you down.”
“Oh, Savannah.” He straightens again, nodding to an employee returning from their own break. When they’re a safe distance away, he adds, “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”