Boss I Love to Hate: An Office Romance(55)

“Hey, guys. You talking about me?” she asked, her eyes lazy in that I’m feeling good kind of glow.

I was so glad I’d cut her off when I did.

“Yes, we just were.” I grabbed her chin with one hand and leaned into her, meeting her lips for a brief kiss. “I was telling Jeff here how you have the sweetest mouth.” And it was sweet with a touch of liquor that I could taste. I bent in again, my whole body tingling with need, and kissed her. “I can’t get enough of these lips.”

Instead of backing away, she smiled. Guessed the liquor had loosened her up.

Then, she grabbed my hand and proceeded to drag me to the dance floor. “Let’s go, go, go and dance, dance, dance.”

To my surprise, Jeff and Jean trailed behind us and met us on the dance floor.

“I Wanna Dance with Somebody” by Whitney Houston was being played by the live band. Sonia lifted her hands in the air and moved to the rhythm of the beats. Not like I’d had any doubt she had coordination, but still, I was surprised at how Sonia could really dance.

Me? I had been blessed with many things. Rhythm was not one of them. I stood there, bounced a little, and tipped my head, all the while holding my drink—just how I had in my early twenties at the bar.

“Come on, Brad. Dance with me.” She tugged me forward and then began to twirl herself around.

I laughed, watching her shimmy and dance like no one was watching. Maybe my favorite Sonia was the free Sonia. Then, she dropped her hand and circled me. And the way her hips moved heated me up, making my thoughts turn seductive, thoughts I shouldn’t be having about my own secretary—a secretary that I adored and couldn’t fire.

When she backed up into me, my cock stiffened, and I froze. I didn’t know what she was doing, but shit … it was bad. My free arm wrapped around her waist as we both moved in sync to the music.

When the beat changed, she grabbed my Guinness and tipped it back, draining the bottle. Then, she ran to the closest table and left it there.

Rules, rules, rules. I drilled the words into my head because I wasn’t drunk enough to blame wanting to be close to her on the liquor.

Against my better judgment, I wrapped my arms around her center, and we were grinding—her ass to my straining cock—on the dance floor like we were in the club and had just turned twenty-one.

My head dropped to the crook of her neck, and I could smell that strawberry perfume or soap or lotion she used. I leaned in and kissed the tender part of her skin, and then I took a swipe with my tongue. She tasted of salt and sweetness, the right combination, and it wasn’t enough. I needed more. She was like a new drug I hadn’t known about, a drink of choice I had just discovered. My fingers gripped the silk dress, right by her thighs.

Soft. Smooth. 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.”