I angled my head, deepening the kiss, and she opened for me like she’d been waiting for this as long as I had. Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to make me want to see what marks she could leave on me.
I pulled back just enough to breathe, my forehead resting against hers. “Avery?—”
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, and then she was kissing me again, pulling me closer, and I was completely, utterly lost.
My hands found her waist, slid around to her back, and I lifted her onto the edge of the table. She gasped against my mouth, her legs parting to let me step between them, and?—
The door.
We both froze. The conference room door was glass. Transparent. Anyone walking by could see exactly what we were doing.
“We should—” Avery started.
“Yeah.”
I didn’t move. Neither did she.
We stared at each other, breathing hard, and the weight of what we’d just done settled over us like a heavy blanket. This was a terrible idea. A horrible, reckless, completely unprofessional idea. And I wanted to do it again.
“Kyle,” she whispered, and the sound of my first name on her lips made every rational thought in my head scatter like leaves in the wind.
I kissed her again—slower this time, deeper, tasting every inch of her mouth like I had all the time in the world and nowhere else to be. Her fingers threaded through my hair,tugging just hard enough to make me groan, and she smiled against my lips.
“Avery,” I murmured, trailing kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, giving me access, and I took full advantage, finding the spot just below her ear that made her shiver.
“We’re in a conference room,” she said, but her voice was breathless, unconvincing.
“I know.”
“Anyone could see.”
“I know.”
“We should stop.”
“Probably.”
But neither of us moved. We just stayed there, tangled together, kissing like the world outside that glass door didn’t exist. Like there weren’t a dozen reasons this was a terrible idea. Like we had every right to be exactly where we were. And for now, in this moment, maybe we did.
I went in for another kiss, hoping like hell we didn’t get caught.
4
AVERY
Asudden noise outside had us breaking apart like teenagers caught making out behind the bleachers.
My lips were swollen, my hair was a mess, and Kyle’s shirt was wrinkled where I’d been gripping it like a lifeline. We stared at each other, both breathing hard, and reality came crashing back.
Glass door. Office building. My workplace.
“We should—” I started.
“Yeah.” Kyle stepped back, running a hand through his hair. It only made him look more disheveled. More kissable. “We should.”
But neither of us moved toward the door.
He adjusted his tie, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come home with me.”
