Boss I Love to Hate: An Office Romance(58)

“Brad?” She stirred on her bed, and I slammed her underwear drawer shut, not ashamed one bit.

Her eyes were closed, so I doubted I had gotten caught.

When she reached for the strap of her dress, still lying down, and slipped it off one shoulder, I froze.

“Can you get me out of this?” She squirmed awkwardly against the mattress, like a fish out of water.

“Sure.”

I approached the bed, bending over to help her to a standing position, and she wobbled within my hold.

“Whoa.” Her eyes were still closed. “Dizzy.”

“Easy.” I framed her shoulders to steady her.

She was feverishly hot, and in a minute, she’d be half-naked. The thought had me unbelievably aroused. Was she wearing a lace thong right now? The thought of seeing her pink nip—

Stop! I needed to stop.

I was wrangling my restraint here.

“Um.” I sat her against the edge of the bed and lowered her to her back.

“Brad,” she whined, “I said, help me.”

I swallowed, noting that her dress had slipped lower. “I’m going to grab you a T-shirt.” My mother would applaud my sense of respect at this point. If it were any other girl, I wouldn’t have bothered.

I tugged open her drawers and chucked a Def Deception band T-shirt onto the bed.

I lifted her again, and she leaned into me, practically hugging me, front-to-front, and I slipped the other strap of her dress off her shoulders. Like magic, her dress dropped to the floor.

Holy shit.

I held her at arm’s length because any closer, and I wouldn’t be able to control the urge to touch her all over.

My gaze raked over her body with a hunger I’d never felt before, and her nearness sent my senses spinning.

Her almost-see-through bra, a bra that crossed to her lower back, and panties were all she had left, all lace and all fucking sexy.

I swallowed.

“Wait.” I was scared she would topple over.

I lifted her almost-naked form up in my arms and gently placed her on her back. When she held on to my neck, I fell on top of her, bracing myself against the mattress.

I balanced on my fists, hovering over her, trying to think of workouts and planks and burpees.

Tight core. Straight back. I could plank over her for over five minutes. But trying to divert my mind wasn’t working. Nothing was. Because thinking of working out only pushed through thoughts of how Sonia and I could burn more calories together. Naked.

My cock stiffened as I peered down at her lacy bra that crisscrossed to her waist, the pink of her nipples peeking through. Nipples I wanted to bite.

“Uh …” I was at a loss for words and in the most compromising position, hovering inches above her. It was so hard not to let my hands roam, to touch every inch of her, to let my lips fall to the crook of her neck and go fucking wild.

“I fantasized about you once.” Her voice was seductively low.

My cock twitched.

Are you kidding me?

I stilled, looking down at her lustful deep brown eyes. We were so close, a millimeter away from our lips meeting.

“Was it after you threw darts at my face?” My voice didn’t sound as steady as it usually was.

“No,” she replied, unfazed. “It was in a dream and so unexpected. I never thought of you that way.”

Her tongue darted out, licking my chin, and I held my breath. I couldn’t take much more of this.

“They say that, in the subconscious, the truth comes out.” My chest seized, and my cock strained against the inside of my slacks.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I fell into her, my heart pounding an erratic rhythm.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Mom and Dad, help me resist.

“Kiss me, Brad.” She lifted her head and met my lips.

I froze.

I needed an intervention. I was on the last string of self-control. My breathing was labored, and my body flooded with warmth. I could kiss her in a room full of people, knowing nothing else could happen. But here, with her so fucking sexy and practically naked beneath me, once I kissed her, I doubted my ability to stop.

“Brad …” Her tongue traced my bottom lip.

And I gave in. Gave in to what I wanted. Gave in to her.

Game over.

I kissed her back, needing some of that sweetness, needing another taste of heaven, of her, knowing full well it wouldn’t be enough.

“We should stop.” Because we should.

She was drunk and we worked together, and I was about to ruin one of the best relationships that had ever graced my life.

She pushed at my chest, went on her knees, shoved off my jacket, and ripped opened my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. My ruined five-hundred-dollar shirt was the last thing on my mind.

She fell back on the bed and leaned back on her elbows, staring up at me, taking me in.

Her eyes were hooded and glossed over. Her curls untamed on the top of her head, strands falling over the side of her face.

She looked like a damn angel. An angel I was about to corrupt.

She pushed up her hips, grinding my hardness against her softness, creating this sensual friction that drove me mad. Soft moans escaped her lips as I gripped her ass and moved against her, my head dropping to the crook of her neck, my hands roaming from the swell of her hips to cup her breasts.

“Sonia …” I breathed, my voice shaky and barely controlled. “This is a bad idea.”