Abort, abort, abort . . .
Then, he leans back, head resting against the chair, hands clasped in front of him. His gaze blazes over me as he sets his jaw. I get the distinct feeling he doesn’t want me to stop there. My fingers work on the next button, even as my legs begin to shake from the nerves on edge inside of me. This is incredibly unlike me, but after our one night together and the last miserable week of thinking he was engaged, I’m feeling panicked that if I don’t just go for it, I’ll miss my chance. He’s my boss, sohe can’t make the first move without a sexual harassment case on his desk.
It’s either my move or it’s game over.
I hold my breath as I boldly slip the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it onto the chair in front of me. My breasts are barely concealed by the sheer lace with tiny woven roses strategically placed across the front. My fingers reach for the waistband of my skirt, and I can see his chest rising from here. Other than that life-giving movement, he’s a statue.
The skirt slips down my hips, pooling around my feet. He releases a breath as his burning gaze takes in my form in the scandalous one-piece scrap of fabric crafted to enhance my curves.
It covers everything important—at least in the front.
The back is a different story.
I’m terrified to move.
He leans forward before slowly standing up from the executive chair. As he rounds the desk with deliberate steps, he begins to loosen the black tie around his neck. I swallow over the lump suddenly forming in my throat at how much I like that action.
He doesn’t stop in front of me, instead continuing to make a circle around me, inches from my body. My lungs shut down as he pauses halfway, and I can feel his presence right at my back. The fabric barely covers anything back there, basically just meeting so that the thing doesn’t fall off. I gasp as his knuckles graze over the exposed skin of my lower back.
“Miss Dawson, I’ve been meaning to have a word with you about what is proper work attire for employees of Bradshaw Enterprises.” His voice is a growl in my ear as he continues to move around me. “Some of your choices...aren’t appropriate.”
He’s no longer touching me with anything but his eyes, but I canfeelhim.
“I, uh . . . I’m sorry . . .” My voice is a hoarse whisper as he finally stands in front of me.
“You should be. I might have to take disciplinary action.” His voice lowers again, fingers finally reaching toward me.
My breath is caught in my lungs as I anticipate his touch. He simply brushes my hair behind my shoulder, fingers trailing to grip the back of my neck. He squeezes the base as his other hand reaches for my waist, pinching tenderly.
I close my eyes as my lips part.
Kiss me. Kiss me now.
His warm breath is heating the space between my neck and shoulders before a gentle kiss is pressed to my hungry skin.
I suck in at the contact, goose bumps forming all the way down to my toes. He pulls me closer, strong hands bringing our bodies flush together as he trails kisses down my collarbone, heading toward my breast.
His hand leaves my neck to tug on the strap holding the top up. He slips it off easily, exposing me to the cool office air.
“You know, if you can’t obey the rules here...”
His thumb and forefinger pinch the tip of my nipple, sending shock waves down to my core.
My breath hitches, and I blurt out, “What are you going to do about it?”
He smirks as his mouth captures the pink bud between his teeth, gently biting down, just to the point of pain.
My knees weaken, but he’s supporting my weight with his other arm as his mouth makes me see stars, right here in front of his desk.
He suddenly pivots, placing my ass on the surface he usually signs billion-dollar contracts on.
If someone were to walk in . . .
His gaze darkens for a brief moment as he inspects my position on his desk. I’m trying to wait patiently, but I needhim to touch me. I pull slightly on his shirt, beginning to loosen several of his buttons.
I get halfway down before he loses patience with it.
His mouth finds my other nipple over the lace, cutting off my train of thought as I moan out his name.
