Boss I Love to Hate: An Office Romance(90)

“We can’t tomorrow.” I laughed. Him and his silly dreams. And his riches.

“Why not?” His fingers trailed down my cheek and pinched my chin.

“Because I want to go for a whole week.”

I’d planned my trip years ago but never had enough money to go. If and when I did go, I was going to drag it out and enjoy every second of it.

He grinned as if that was all he’d needed to hear. “Great. I’m taking off, and you can have a whole week off, too. I think I know your boss.” His hands went to my waist, and he lifted me onto the hood of his fancy, schmancy car. “Did you have fun, Hermione?”

His eyes flickered to my lips, and he unzipped my robe, exposing my cream satin shirt and black skirt underneath. I sucked on my bottom lip, taking him all in—from his Harry Potter glasses and painted scar above his right eye to the way his Gryffindor shirt hugged his broad frame. He was so out of his element and all for me. What he’d done tonight was exceptional. I couldn’t remember having a date like this, solely tailored to me, even with Jeff. He’d never gone this far to please me.

His fingers framed my face, lightly trailing down my arm and reaching for my waist inside of my robe. Every single trail of his fingertips—on my face, against my waist, at my hip—shot shivers through me.

And the way his eyes scoured my face made my heart beat faster.

“Just so you know, Hermione never dated Harry,” I deadpanned. “But today was the perfect date. Thank you.”

Because it had been, and I was enchanted and enamored with this man.

He cupped the side of my face, his eyes searching mine for permission, and then his fingers went to the back of my head, threading through my hair. Without a second thought, I closed my eyes and lowered my chin to his silent question.

When his lips descended on mine, it was soft, delicious, and erotic, all at the same time. Of all the boys I’d ever kissed before, this man was the best. His lips moved with purpose, sucking on my bottom lip and then moving to my top, paying lip service to each equally. I moaned against him, both of our breaths entangled into one. God, he tasted like mint and beer and all manly goodness. His hand dropped from my face and then moved to my ass, pushing my legs open so that I could cradle him. He was hard and erect, and every part of me pulsed with want and need and pure, uninhibited lust. Who knew how long we made out on the hood of his car. One minute bled into the next.

“Get a room!” someone yelled.

It was as if he hadn’t heard a word as his lips dropped to my neck, making it to the shell of my ear. “Your lips are my new addiction.”

I heard someone else muttering in the background. “There are children here, jeez. Come on, Darren. Let’s go.”

We both turned at the same time to see two kids about Sarah’s age laughing and walking with their mother.

“Great,” Brad muttered.

My heart thrashed against my rib cage. “Yeah.” My voice was a breathless whisper. “I think we were just about to give them a lesson on sex ed.”

He assisted me off the hood and then adjusted his pants, his well-endowed length pressing against the front of his slacks. “I can’t seem to stop kissing you.” He tipped my chin with his finger and placed one more peck on my lips.

I reached for his face, cupping his cheek. “I think I like the glasses on you.” I adjusted them on his face.

His smile was BILF beautiful, and my heart staccato-stuttered.

“I think I’m going to permanently keep these glasses now.”

And I think I want to permanently keep you.

The words rang loudly in my head.

There was no denying how I felt now. It was in the rapid patter of my pulse every time he was around. It was the way my eyes searched the room to look for his. It was the way my body craved his touch and the way my soul needed him to be fulfilled.

All hell had frozen over because my BILK had officially turned into my BILF.





Sonia

Silence overtook the car.

He stared into the parking lot as people started to file out. We’d been sitting in the car for two minutes. You could feel the tension in the air, taste it even. I counted every breath that left my body and every second that passed by. The passion-filled moment from earlier had disappeared without a trace and was replaced with a brewing tension, a sexual one that had us both quiet but thinking the same thing.

Brad turned to me, eyes conflicted. “Are you tired?” His voice was so soft, I wondered if he’d even said it.

I swallowed and wrung my hands in my lap, clenching my teeth and throwing him an awkward smile. “Not really.”

Given tonight’s date and how badly I wanted him, the deed would undoubtedly get done, but my nerves were shot. I crossed my arms over my chest and then uncrossed them, repeating the motion as though I didn’t know what to do next.

The engine roared to life, making me jump, and I was glad that there was noise to break the silence.

“You’ve got some power on this thing.” I straightened my skirt, pulling at the back, which lay mid-thigh.

“Power just like its owner.” His stare flickered to my mouth, and his tongue darted to lick his bottom lip.

The tension from deep in my gut tightened like a rope being knotted over and over again. It had been forever since I’d had sex. Almost a year. I was practically a virgin again.