“You don’t believe me?”
Her eyes close tightly.
“Mira, look at me.” I lift her chin, and her eyelids flicker open. “Do you love me the way I love you?”
She visibly swallows. “I’ve always loved you. There’s never been anyone else. I’ve never—I’ve never been with anyone else.” Her shoulders tense as if preparing for a blow.
Does she really believe that’s going to push me away? Those words are music to a guy’s ears, and only solidify what I’ve always known.
“I think you’re the only woman I’m going to love in this lifetime, and you might as well stop fighting this, because I’m the only man for you. I’m going to kiss you and keep kissing you until you realize how much I care, and that I’m never leaving. You can kick me to the curb because you’re scared, but whether we’re together or not, you’ll be inside my heart and head, plaguing me until I’m an old dude who can’t get it up anymore. Give in now so we can at least enjoy the constant state of wood you have me in.”
“Always classy,” she says, but she’s smiling. Mira presses her soft chest into my hand that’s still resting there, her mouth slamming into my lips in a deep kiss that stops my breath and gets my heart racing.
I grab her waist, guiding her back against the shelves of toilet paper rolls. I reluctantly remove my hand from her beautiful breast, but only to reach down and slide my palms up her thighs, pushing her skirt out of the way so I can lift her and wrap her legs around my waist.
She kisses my cheekbone, nibbles my earlobe. “We can’t do this here.”
That little nibble shoots straight to my groin. “I beg to differ. I think we can manage.”
Some place far off in my mind, there’s a distant voice saying that this is the worst timing. But my immediate thoughts are that it’s perfect. Never been a better moment.
“This is unprofessional.” She rains kisses over my face, her fingers fiddling with the buttons of my collar. “What if those men find us?”
I grab her ass and rock against her. A breathy exhale escapes her lips. “Are you sure you want to stop? If those men haven’t found us yet, they’re not going to.”
Her eyes are dazed for a moment, and then she kisses me hard, her hands working faster at my shirt. Stealthy fingers, pulling the hem from my waistband.
I growl against her mouth. My hands are busy holding her up, and I’m mentally configuring how to get Mira naked without the use of them, or at least partially naked, when the sound of the door opening has me freezing in place.
Shit.
We pull apart slowly, and I gently lower Mira to the ground, helping her tug her skirt in place while blocking the view with my back.
I look over my shoulder to find my boss standing in the doorway, a frown on his face.
“Not cool, man. You’ve done it now.” He points to the small black half-orb—a surveillance camera.
In the closet? Why the hell would they?—
“Mandatory. After recent events that involved an employee and a manager in a storage room on the ground floor. Brother, you’re in it now.”
Mira moves to my side, her head held high.
“Sorry, girly,” my boss says, his gaze landing on anything but her. “Think you might need to look for another job too. Tyler, wish I could keep you, man, but this isn’t something they’ll let me brush under the rug. Come on down to the executive floor. You’ve both got people who want to see you.”
Chapter Thirty
Mira
Tyler and the guy he works with escort me to Hayden’s office, and I knock on the door.
“Come in,” Hayden says.
I walk inside to find Hayden with her elbows on the desk, her head in her hands. She looks up and waves off Tyler and the other guard.
Tyler gives me a small smile of reassurance before his boss closes the door.
“Really, Mira?” Hayden shakes her head, a lock of dark blonde hair falling over one eye. “What were you thinking?”
