Senior Advisor to the Boss: Billionaire Obsession Dark Romance (Managing the Bosses Series Book 9) by Lexy Timms Page B
Authors: Lexy Timms
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don't like it when you flirt with other guys. It's not that strange a reaction.”
Erica's mouth pressed into a thin line. “And I don't like it when you get all touchy with other women, but for some reason I'm not allowed to have that opinion, even though your opinion is perfectly valid.”
“I wasn't getting touchy with other women,” Mark said, fingers of one hand curling around the back of his chair. “I was comforting my sister-in-law, who was having a difficult time. If that makes you jealous then you're taking it too far. I’ve never hit on Christine.”
“Why is it,” Erica demanded, stalking across the floor toward him, “that whenever you have an opinion it's reasonable, but when I share what is pretty much the same opinion from my side, it's suddenly irrational?”
“That's not what I'm saying,” Mark retorted.
“No? Then what are you saying?”
Erica took another step toward him, and suddenly she was in his space, close enough that he could almost feel the heat of her body against his own, smell the apple scent of her shampoo. She'd showered before she came to see him. Mark breathed in the smell of her, his body already reacting to her nearness.
“I'm saying,” he said, not reaching out to grab her shoulders or her waist or her hips even though he wanted to, “that if you have a problem with me flirting with random women, then say so. Although, if you remember, we already went over this not that long ago, when we were talking about flirting for the sake of the club. But if you don't like me flirting with women, then just say so. I don't really like you flirting with random men, especially when it involves you practically hanging on their arm. But if you want to have physical contact with your family members, I'm not going to throw a fit about it.”
“I told you not to be an asshole,” Erica growled.
Mark wasn't sure which of them moved first. They were both there in the same moment, though, bodies pressed together and hands sliding over skin and clothing. His mouth found hers and they kissed hard, all pressure and heat. One of his hands slid up her shirt. The other moved down the back of her pants. Erica's were on his abs, palms moving upward toward his chest.
Damn, it felt good to have her in his arms again. It made whatever they were fighting about seem ridiculous.
He took a step forward, and she was forced to take a step to move with him. He kept moving, pressing her back until she was trapped between him and the wall, her arms wrapping around his neck and his thigh sliding between hers. She rocked down against it, and Mark rolled his hips against the curve of hers. They broke for air, panting.
“This isn't a good idea,” Erica gasped as he bit a mark into the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
“Do you want to stop?” Mark asked.
She shook her head, hands dragging him closer again, and Mark bit her shoulder a second time.
He caught the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, unfastening her bra next and pulling it off her shoulders. She lifted her arms to let him do it, and then grabbed for the fastenings of his dress shirt, unbuttoning it fast enough that he was sure he heard at least one of the buttons fall off and hit the floor, bouncing away to disappear forever under his desk. He didn't care. All he wanted was Erica. Preferably as fast as possible.
Shirt off, his skin was bare against hers, and Erica raked her nails down his back hard enough to hurt. His hand curled tight around her hip while the other opened the button of her jeans and started working them down her legs. She reached between them to help. Her shoes wouldn't let them come all the way off, but he didn't care about that either.
Mark forced a hand between her thighs, trapped together as they were by the pants around her ankles, and rubbed his fingers against the lips of her sex, feeling them wet already with how much she wanted him. He growled low in his throat and pulled her hips forward with the hand
Erica's mouth pressed into a thin line. “And I don't like it when you get all touchy with other women, but for some reason I'm not allowed to have that opinion, even though your opinion is perfectly valid.”
“I wasn't getting touchy with other women,” Mark said, fingers of one hand curling around the back of his chair. “I was comforting my sister-in-law, who was having a difficult time. If that makes you jealous then you're taking it too far. I’ve never hit on Christine.”
“Why is it,” Erica demanded, stalking across the floor toward him, “that whenever you have an opinion it's reasonable, but when I share what is pretty much the same opinion from my side, it's suddenly irrational?”
“That's not what I'm saying,” Mark retorted.
“No? Then what are you saying?”
Erica took another step toward him, and suddenly she was in his space, close enough that he could almost feel the heat of her body against his own, smell the apple scent of her shampoo. She'd showered before she came to see him. Mark breathed in the smell of her, his body already reacting to her nearness.
“I'm saying,” he said, not reaching out to grab her shoulders or her waist or her hips even though he wanted to, “that if you have a problem with me flirting with random women, then say so. Although, if you remember, we already went over this not that long ago, when we were talking about flirting for the sake of the club. But if you don't like me flirting with women, then just say so. I don't really like you flirting with random men, especially when it involves you practically hanging on their arm. But if you want to have physical contact with your family members, I'm not going to throw a fit about it.”
“I told you not to be an asshole,” Erica growled.
Mark wasn't sure which of them moved first. They were both there in the same moment, though, bodies pressed together and hands sliding over skin and clothing. His mouth found hers and they kissed hard, all pressure and heat. One of his hands slid up her shirt. The other moved down the back of her pants. Erica's were on his abs, palms moving upward toward his chest.
Damn, it felt good to have her in his arms again. It made whatever they were fighting about seem ridiculous.
He took a step forward, and she was forced to take a step to move with him. He kept moving, pressing her back until she was trapped between him and the wall, her arms wrapping around his neck and his thigh sliding between hers. She rocked down against it, and Mark rolled his hips against the curve of hers. They broke for air, panting.
“This isn't a good idea,” Erica gasped as he bit a mark into the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
“Do you want to stop?” Mark asked.
She shook her head, hands dragging him closer again, and Mark bit her shoulder a second time.
He caught the hem of her shirt and yanked it up, unfastening her bra next and pulling it off her shoulders. She lifted her arms to let him do it, and then grabbed for the fastenings of his dress shirt, unbuttoning it fast enough that he was sure he heard at least one of the buttons fall off and hit the floor, bouncing away to disappear forever under his desk. He didn't care. All he wanted was Erica. Preferably as fast as possible.
Shirt off, his skin was bare against hers, and Erica raked her nails down his back hard enough to hurt. His hand curled tight around her hip while the other opened the button of her jeans and started working them down her legs. She reached between them to help. Her shoes wouldn't let them come all the way off, but he didn't care about that either.
Mark forced a hand between her thighs, trapped together as they were by the pants around her ankles, and rubbed his fingers against the lips of her sex, feeling them wet already with how much she wanted him. He growled low in his throat and pulled her hips forward with the hand
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