Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I don’t want any reminders while celebrating the holidays, and yet, instead of rushing to the airport with Dante, I’m wasting time in the office.
Perhaps it’s because I’m trying to postpone the inevitable conversation with him about not being ready to be married. I just want him to make his sales pitch, and maybe, just maybe, we can start over without my job getting between us.
As I’m reorganizing the assignment folders on the shelf, he sends me a text message.
Dante
Are you working late again today?
Not as late as usual. I’ll be ready to fly to Colorado tonight. I need to talk to you about something.
Dante
Me too. My last business podcast interview should be over in a couple of hours. Talk then?
Perfect.
“Miss Grey?” Dominic suddenly steps behind me, but I don’t turn around. The scent of his intoxicating cologne is rendering me speechless, and after spending so much time with him over the past six weeks, I need a second to face him.
“Miss Grey?” He clears his throat. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Can you turn around then?”
“I can hear you just fine this way. What do you want?”
He says nothing for several seconds, and I slowly give in and turn around, hating that he looks so damn good today. The top buttons on his white dress shirt are casually undone, and his mouth is curved into a soft smile.
“May I help you with something, sir?”
“Yes.” He closes the gap between us, leaving his lips a little too close to mine. “There’s a few things.”
“I’m finished with all my assignments.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” He presses his hands against the panels above my head, caging my body with his. “I thought you were gone home for the day.”
“I’m leaving soon.” I glance at his exposed chest and immediately wish I hadn’t. This room now feels like it’s too small for the two of us.
“I need to talk to you about something important,” he says. “Something I’ve been meaning to discuss with you for a very long time.”
“Well, whatever it is, can it wait until after Christmas?”
“You mean, on Christmas? As in tomorrow?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I have a flight to catch tonight. I won’t be back until next week.”
He blinks a few times, repeating “next week,” as if he has to taste the words for himself.
“I could’ve sworn I told you I wasn’t granting you any time off for Christmas,” he says. “Did I not?”
“I vaguely recall that unfortunate conversation.”
“Do I need to pull out a dictionary and define what it means for you?”
“I’m two weeks ahead on my work, and I just made employee of the month for November. I don’t see why I need to stay.”
“Because your boss told you to.”
“My boss has the tendency of being an asshole sometimes, and I don’t think he honestly cares about what’s best for me.”
“I guarantee that he does.”
“Name one thing.”
“I’d rather show you.” He slides a hand around my neck and pulls me close for a kiss that leaves me gasping for air.
Fuck…
I shut my eyes as his tongue dances against mine, as he whispers, “I need your mouth to be a bit wider for me.”
I oblige, and he slips his tongue deeper. My nipples harden under my bra, and every synapse in my brain begs me to let him take this as far as he wants it to go.
Feeling entranced, I slide a hand between us, moving it past his belt buckle, right against his zipper.
He groans, and I feel his cock reacting through his pants’s fabric.
“Unbuckle them,” he whispers, and I loop my fingers through the metal buckle.
Struggling to get it loose, I pull my mouth away, but Dominic pulls me back, kissing me even harder.
Mesmerized by how dominant he is, how easily he can control me with nothing more than his mouth, I whisper, “I want to feel you inside me.”
“I want that, too.” He pushes my hand away and unbuckles his pants with ease. “Take it out so I can handle that for you…”
I skim the line of his briefs with my fingers, but reality suddenly smacks me in the face.
What the hell am I doing? I push him away from me as hard as I can, and he glares at me.
“I…I have a boyfriend.” I shake my head. “And you have Amy.”
“That’s what I need to talk to you about.”
“You’re my boss.”
“We need to discuss that, too.” He steps forward as if he’s about to kiss me again, but I move left and open the door.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” I leave the office and stumble down the emergency stairwell, hailing the first cab that comes my way.
As I slip onto the backseat, my lips tingle and beg me to return and get another taste, but I resist.
“Can you take me to Montrose, please?” I say to the driver.