him breathing. "You're nothing like her."
"Yeah. I get that. That was Kevin's problem with me. But I don't want any kind of pathetic revenge, okay? It's not going to make me feel any better, it's never going to give me back what I lost, and it just makes me look like her. I'm not her. And I don't want anyone thinking I need to sleep with you to get further in my career."
His chest was rising and falling, jaw ticking and twitching, his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to slap this beautiful man across his stupid face.
Then he lunged at me, pinning me against the elevator wall with his body. The warmth of his body crushed into mine, his face a few inches away, his breaths fanning out across the skin of my neck. His thumb stroked my lips. My body tingled in response and my knees weakened. His other hand reached up and gently pulled the small barrette that held my hair in its tight bun, causing my hair to spill around my shoulders. "You're nothing like her. You're beautiful inside and out." His eyes searched mine, back and forth, back and forth, then the rest of my face. My eyes, my lips, my neck—as if he couldn't bear to miss a feature.
Slowly he leaned forward, and before I could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, his lips brushed over mine. "And sexy as pure sin."
My body took over. Completely overthrew any responsible thoughts. I wanted him instantly. It was beyond reason and sanity. I wanted his hands on my skin, on my breasts, in the heat between my thighs. I could imagine them tugging and gripping me, his lips nibbling, and sucking. I was losing my mind.
Our lips parted slightly, breathing each other in. The warm heat of his mouth panted against mine. He lingered there, his lips just over mine, his breathing ragged, my mind spinning, my body aching, arching into his. He hadn't even kissed me yet and my body was his, breaths gasping and muscles straining to climb over him.
My head screamed for me to stop, to stop and back away, before the kiss happened, before I made the biggest mistake ever and locked lips with one of my bosses. But I couldn't. I didn't want to stop.
I tilted my head up, and finally... finally his lips touched mine, the heat of his tongue singed mine and it's as if every moment of pent up sexual tension I had ever felt in my entire life balled up and knotted in each and every inch of muscle that made up my body and twisted me so tightly I thought I might possibly explode. His fingers grasped onto my hair and my neck, pulling me closer, warm lips desperate—a gasping, hungry, starving kiss. His hard chest was hot against me as his lips wetly melted into mine. The tightness in my muscles melted as our mouths moved over each other, exploring, tasting. Strong, thick hands slid to my waist, ferociously grasping and clenching my body to his. Hot fingers cupped the curve of my ass and I was lifted, sliding up the elevator wall. My hands fisted his hair, my legs instantly wrapped around his waist and his growling and moaning had me whimpering and almost begging for more.
A buzzing sound interrupted us. An electric crackled voice stopped us dead. "Mr. Holt, is everything okay? The elevator is being called to the lobby and needs to continue its descent." Reality hit me so hard my head actually thudded against the wall. How come in movies and books this shit never happens?
"I don't want to stop," he breathed hard against my ear, then pulled away from me, still struggling for air.
"Boss. Boss . You are my boss," was all I could say, making him stagger back away from me. I'm crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I wanted him to kiss me more. I was too damned scared to say it. He's had Sophia, for God sake, why the hell would he want me?
"Yes. We're fine," he hissed, pressing the elevator button down, chest still rising and falling quickly.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered, touching my fingers to my lips. They were swollen and wet.
His stunned eyes stared unblinking into mine. "That was soul
"Yeah. I get that. That was Kevin's problem with me. But I don't want any kind of pathetic revenge, okay? It's not going to make me feel any better, it's never going to give me back what I lost, and it just makes me look like her. I'm not her. And I don't want anyone thinking I need to sleep with you to get further in my career."
His chest was rising and falling, jaw ticking and twitching, his eyes locked onto mine. I wanted to slap this beautiful man across his stupid face.
Then he lunged at me, pinning me against the elevator wall with his body. The warmth of his body crushed into mine, his face a few inches away, his breaths fanning out across the skin of my neck. His thumb stroked my lips. My body tingled in response and my knees weakened. His other hand reached up and gently pulled the small barrette that held my hair in its tight bun, causing my hair to spill around my shoulders. "You're nothing like her. You're beautiful inside and out." His eyes searched mine, back and forth, back and forth, then the rest of my face. My eyes, my lips, my neck—as if he couldn't bear to miss a feature.
Slowly he leaned forward, and before I could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, his lips brushed over mine. "And sexy as pure sin."
My body took over. Completely overthrew any responsible thoughts. I wanted him instantly. It was beyond reason and sanity. I wanted his hands on my skin, on my breasts, in the heat between my thighs. I could imagine them tugging and gripping me, his lips nibbling, and sucking. I was losing my mind.
Our lips parted slightly, breathing each other in. The warm heat of his mouth panted against mine. He lingered there, his lips just over mine, his breathing ragged, my mind spinning, my body aching, arching into his. He hadn't even kissed me yet and my body was his, breaths gasping and muscles straining to climb over him.
My head screamed for me to stop, to stop and back away, before the kiss happened, before I made the biggest mistake ever and locked lips with one of my bosses. But I couldn't. I didn't want to stop.
I tilted my head up, and finally... finally his lips touched mine, the heat of his tongue singed mine and it's as if every moment of pent up sexual tension I had ever felt in my entire life balled up and knotted in each and every inch of muscle that made up my body and twisted me so tightly I thought I might possibly explode. His fingers grasped onto my hair and my neck, pulling me closer, warm lips desperate—a gasping, hungry, starving kiss. His hard chest was hot against me as his lips wetly melted into mine. The tightness in my muscles melted as our mouths moved over each other, exploring, tasting. Strong, thick hands slid to my waist, ferociously grasping and clenching my body to his. Hot fingers cupped the curve of my ass and I was lifted, sliding up the elevator wall. My hands fisted his hair, my legs instantly wrapped around his waist and his growling and moaning had me whimpering and almost begging for more.
A buzzing sound interrupted us. An electric crackled voice stopped us dead. "Mr. Holt, is everything okay? The elevator is being called to the lobby and needs to continue its descent." Reality hit me so hard my head actually thudded against the wall. How come in movies and books this shit never happens?
"I don't want to stop," he breathed hard against my ear, then pulled away from me, still struggling for air.
"Boss. Boss . You are my boss," was all I could say, making him stagger back away from me. I'm crazy. Crazy, crazy, crazy. I wanted him to kiss me more. I was too damned scared to say it. He's had Sophia, for God sake, why the hell would he want me?
"Yes. We're fine," he hissed, pressing the elevator button down, chest still rising and falling quickly.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered, touching my fingers to my lips. They were swollen and wet.
His stunned eyes stared unblinking into mine. "That was soul
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