“No? From where I’m standing, it sure feels like it is. I’m the only one around here who is unemployed now.”
“You’re not safe here.”
I wasn’t expecting this, but he isn’t joking. For one terrifyingly brief moment, I catch a glimpse of the things Declan has seen and done, like a flash of evil in a movie villain’s eyes, and then it’s gone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” There’s a tremor in my voice; the adrenaline fades as quickly as it began.
“I… I don’t trust myself to be around you.”
My heart starts doing funny things that make me feel lightheaded. Or maybe it’s the small sip of brandy going straight to my head. But I knew it. I knew he felt something too. Only, I don’t know what this means. For either of us. Especially if he’s going to be a fucking coward and push me away so that he doesn’t have to confront it.
“So, you’re firing me?”
“I have no choice, Amelia.” His voice is husky like he’s fighting a losing battle with himself.
“Don’t I get a say in it?”
“I only wish it were that simple.”
“But it can be.”
He looks at me now, and I know that we’re on the same page. I see my own desire reflected in his eyes. But it’s more than that. It’s the recognition that I felt when he introduced himself to me as if we’ve known each other before. Perhaps known each other all our lives without even realizing it.
He sets his glass down on the desk and moves closer. So close, I can see the fine, black spears carving through the cool blue of his eyes. I can smell his cologne and the brandy on his breath.
“Amelia…”
Then, he cups my face with both hands and kisses me on the lips, and I’m fisting his hair and kissing him back.
I forget that he is my boss. All I can think about is his tongue in my mouth, and his body pressed up against mine. I don’t try to stop him when he slides his hand underneath my T-shirt. When his fingers pull my bra away from my nipple. When he pinches it between his fingertips and it hardens to his touch.
My hand instinctively finds his erection bulging inside his pants.
He doesn’t pull away. His hand slides around my back and releases the clasp on my bra, and I raise my arms above my head. I don’t want anything to get in our way. I want this.
I want him.
I want him to see me naked. I want him to fuck me on his desk. I want him to fuck me every way he knows how, and then I wanthim to tell me that he can’t let me go back to New York because he wants this as much as I do.
He’s panting when he pulls my T-shirt over my head and drops it onto the floor. My bra is already loose, and I shrug it off.
“Amelia…” He cups my breasts with both hands, rubbing my nipples with his thumbs, and I love the way he says my name. “My God you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I don’t speak. I need to hear him say that he wants me.
“Are you sure—” he begins.
“Yes!”
“I… I didn’t want to take advantage of you… I was worried that…”
“Declan, kiss me.”
His lips brush mine, and within moments, our mouths are colliding, tongues dancing around each other. He crushes my breasts with his hands, and I arch my spine, pushing against him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Amelia,” he breathes into my mouth.
He moves me back against his desk, and I lie back. Hands around his neck, I pull him on top of me, spreading my legs and wrapping them around his waist. His erection presses against me, rock solid, and my pussy tingles in response.
