Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(33)

I look over my shoulder. “And your point is?”

He takes the drink from my hand and places it next to his before linking his fingers through mine and leading me out onto the floor. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him while his other hand is still holding mine.

“That we’ve had drinks, some food, and now dancing.”

I feel like my heart is about to pound through my chest. I’m worried he’ll feel it against his. He leans his head down, placing his lips at my ear.

“I’d say that’s a pretty damn real date.”

We sway to the music, his feet gliding across the floor as he takes me with him. I had no idea I knew how to dance. I don’t actually; it’s more like he’s guiding me and I’m following along. I close my eyes briefly, the warmth of his body pressing against me so tightly. I can smell his cologne. It’s doing all sorts of things to my lower belly. A heavy pressure is building and I can’t seem to control it.

“Relax.” He says that word to me again as he drags the hand that’s on my waist up my back till it rests at the base of my neck. His fingers pinch me softly before rubbing small circles into my skin. A tingle runs from where he’s touching me all the way down my spine.

“I’m trying. I just never danced with my boss in front of people before at an event with billionaires and elected officials.” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Mmm, I guess I am your boss, aren’t I?” The way he says it sounds so naughty and forbidden.

The song ends and we stop moving but he doesn’t disconnect from my body. I look up at him slowly. His eyes feel like they’re staring into my soul. I lick my lips instinctively and his eyes drop from mine to my lips as my tongue drags across them.

We’re so close. It feels like time is standing still and every fiber of my being is silently begging him to kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, my brain says over and over again as I hold my breath.

“Mind if I cut in?” A stranger’s voice breaks the spell and Mr. Hayes steps back, breaking our connection as the moment evaporates.

“Fuck off, Garrett,” Mr. Hayes says as he turns my body away from the man.

He ushers me through the crowd of people, giving quick handshakes and acknowledging a few people here and there as we walk toward the exit.

“Are we leaving?” I ask, confused.

“Yes.”

“Who was that guy?” I glance over my shoulder, but he’s already lost in the crowd.

“My CFO.” His tone is clipped.

“You just told your CFO to—”

“Yes. Trust me. His intentions weren’t good and I wouldn’t trust him to touch you with a fifty-foot pole.”

We walk quickly down the stairs as Phil is already waiting with the car, the back door open.

The drive home is silent.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask as the car pulls to a stop and we exit, making our way back inside the house.

He’s practically dragging me up the stairs and I stumble, my heel getting caught on the carpet. He reaches out his arms to catch me, helping me right myself on the landing.

“No,” he whispers, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Well, if this were a normal date, I’d ask if you wanted to come inside for a drink, but this is your house and we’re already inside.” I glance around. The house is totally dark as I walk toward my quarters. “And it seems late.”

“And I’m your boss.” He repeated my observation from earlier and I realize that was the pivotal point in the evening that snapped him back to reality before he dragged me back home.

“Yes, and there’s that,” I say nervously. “Hey, thanks again for bringing me tonight. I feel like I was able to share a lot of valuable knowledge with important people that can make a difference. I just hope it helped.”

He follows me to my door. I turn, my back against it, and grab the handle just as he reaches his hand out to grab my chin. He steps even closer.

“I would say yes.”

“To what?” I ask, knowing full well what he meant. I just want to hear him say it.

“To coming inside for a drink.”

I swallow as I realize what he’s saying.

“Put your hands against the door.”

I don’t reply, just obey, placing the palms of my hands flat against the door behind me as he bends down a little to grab for my dress with one hand as the other makes its way around my throat again.

“Don’t move them from the door.”

He lifts my dress, his hand sliding down the front of my panties. His other tightens around my throat as he drags the pad of his thumb across the dip at the base.

“Don’t say a word.”

His face is centimeters from mine, his lips so close I could tip my head up and kiss him, but I don’t.

He slides his finger up my slit once, then twice. Moisture was already gathering long before he touched me. He presses his finger against me, sliding inside just an inch, and I gasp. He releases the finger, sliding it out and then all the way back in as a long, low moan tumbles from my lips.

He repeats the process over and over until he brings a second finger to join the first and his thumb begins to circle my clit.

I’m panting, tiny little moans escaping my lips each time he thrusts his fingers back inside me. I close my eyes, trying to grab at the wooden door behind me as he crooks his fingers and thrusts harder and faster.