Boss I Love to Hate: An Office Romance(59)

Because she was drunk, and she wasn’t in the right state of mind. If she were sober, this would be a totally different game plan.

“I didn’t know you were so sexy underneath your suit,” she whispered, licking the seam of my ear, sending a jolt of pleasure to travel straight to my groin.

I cupped her face. “You’re the sexy one.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips and took in her body. All strength and beauty in her long, slim legs, her tight stomach, and subtle but firm ass.

We were all lips and mouths, sucking and tasting. I flicked my tongue all over every inch of her.

When she reached for the buckle of my pants, I grabbed her hand. It was like a douse of water had been thrown on me. I froze, breathing heavily.

“I haven’t had sex in eight months, Brad, and I want to feel you inside me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. How could I say no when she was basically begging me? But, if I let this happen, everything would change. I would be forced to fire her because it wouldn’t work in the workplace. Charles and Mason would kill me. Absolutely kill me.

I hated that I was thinking about them when my cock was hard against her thigh. But above those things … she’d hate me, and because of that, I’d hate myself. She was drunk. And, when we had sex—which we definitely would—I wanted her to remember.

Shit. My thoughts were a jumbled mess.

I squeezed her hand between us. “We can’t.”

She whined and pushed her pelvis against mine, locking her legs behind my waist, tighter, harder. “Please …” she begged.

I groaned. “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

“I won’t.” She rubbed her hand against the top of my pants. “You don’t want me?”

If she only knew.

“That isn’t it. If you were sober, I’d give in to this, give in to what I wanted. I just don’t want you to regret this.”

She peered up at me with sad, lustful eyes. “Why doesn’t anybody want me? Why am I not good enough?”

Her words gutted me, a butcher knife to the heart. Why is this beautiful, smart girl so insecure?

“Don’t say that. You’re beautiful. Stunning. And, if some dumbass of a guy isn’t smart enough to realize it, then it’s his loss, okay?”

When my thumb brushed tenderly across her cheek, her lips trembled, and her eyes fell shut.

She wouldn’t remember this conversation, but I had to make her understand.

I gripped her chin with one hand, making sure we were eye to eye. “Look at me, Sonia.”

And she did.

“You keep calling her an upgrade, but she’s not.” My hand brushed the apple of her cheek. “She has nothing on you. Nothing.”

I was awarded with a sweet, slow smile. Her hand ruffled the top of my hair and then landed on the back of my neck. “Brad, will you kiss me again?”

I arched an eyebrow.

“Just kiss me and nothing else.”

Her lips were plump, swollen, and sexy.

My willpower was shot.

I kissed her as though it were my first kiss of the day and the last kiss of my life. We kissed for what seemed like hours, exploring each other’s mouths and tongues. I loved the little moans that escaped her mouth when I nibbled on her bottom lip or the way she gripped my arms tighter or arched her breasts into my chest when I flicked my tongue on the roof of her mouth. Her delicate lips struck a vibrant chord in me. I lost focus, and kissing her was the only thing that mattered. I hadn’t known I could enjoy the art of making out so much.

Or maybe it was just with Sonia.

Her kisses slowed, and she pushed me to my back. I thought she was going to ride me, but she laid her head on my chest instead.

“I’m tired,” she whispered, snuggling against me.

My hands trailed up and down her bare back. “I’m horny.” My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants.

She merely laughed. “Of course you are. You’re always horny.”

This time was different. But I knew she wouldn’t believe me. I’d had drunk sex before, lots of times. I wasn’t drunk now. But, this time, the stakes were higher, and I didn’t want to risk it because I could lose it all.

“You’re always so honest.” I kissed her temple.

“Want honesty?” Her tone was soft, her breathing evening out. “You’re the best kisser I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

She might as well have told me I’d won an Olympic medal.

“Really. But don’t be too impressed. There weren’t that many before Jeff.”

What she didn’t know and what I didn’t tell her was that she was the best kisser I’d ever had, too.

I ran my fingers through the ends of her hair, repeating the motion over and over. She was still in her bra and panties, and I debated on getting her that Def Deception shirt from the edge of the bed, but I was again replaying what she’d just said, and I was too comfortable and content to move or care.

Soon, we were both asleep, and I knew I’d have to deal with everything else in the morning.





Chapter 14





Sonia





“Shit.” I gripped my pounding head, which felt as though a sledgehammer were playing Beethoven’s Fifth on the inside of my brain. I lifted my neck and then let it fall again, unable to open my eyes. My pillow wasn’t soft. It wasn’t fluffy, and it didn’t smell like my laundry detergent.