She kisses like she lives—with passionate impulsivity. It’s not something I’m familiar with, but even though it’s only the second time it’s happened, I already feel myself in danger of becoming addicted to it.
She gives and demands everything, and I return every bold graze of her tongue on mine.
When she sends her hands down between us to tremblingly open my jeans, I grab her wrist and pull it away.
“Not here,” I say, my voice throatier than expected. “I’m not doing it like this, where anyone can interrupt.”
“They’re all gone by now,” she counters, boldly reaching for my belt again.
With a soft growl, I let her down and take a few steps back. The ravenous look on her face slowly fades away, replaced by a frown. It seems that the veil of lust is lifting, and she’s returning to her senses. Shit, maybe I should have listened to her and taken her against the door.
“I can’t believe I’mbegging for your cockagain,” she mutters after a moment of silent pondering.
The remorse I feel upon being reminded of my bitter words makes a ball of discomfort swell in my throat. “I’m sorry, Andrea. I went too far. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
She looks away, still upset. “I hate this situation,” she explains, avoiding my gaze. “I’m missing my chance with Oli, I’m jeopardizing my career, I’m confused all the time… At this point, I should just quit because this isn’t sustainable.”
Something churns in my stomach at the thought. “That’s not an option.”
“Why?”
“We need you here. I know I don’t compliment people enough, but you’re a solid addition to the team. You can’t quit because of something so… trivial.”
There’s a long break where I curse myself for breaking the spell. How the fuck did we get from almost fucking to her thinking of quitting?
She lets out a frustrated sigh and says, “Well, I don’t see another solution. Aside from fucking you out of mysystem.”
That is something I’m definitely on board with. She can’t quit, but we can fuck. This novelty, this need… it’s bound to go away if we indulge, isn’t it?
“Alright,” I decide.
Finally, she peers at me, surprised by what I just accepted, surprised that I’m on board with fucking each other’s brains out.
In the end, it’s very simple. Yes, she’s my employee, but she’s also the smartest, prettiest, and most fascinating person I’ve ever met. I lasted almost six weeks. It’s enough to prove my attempt at resisting the irresistible.
She wants this. I want this.
We’re grown adults, and it’s time to act like such.
Her voice has some determination when she asks, “How do we do this?”
“We’re going to my place. We’ll improvise from there.”
Despite her acceptance of what we’re about to do, I can sense that part of her is still unsure about it. So, I give in to my need to touch her, and slowly, as if she’s a wild animal that I might scare, I frame her face with my hands. I lower my lips to hers with the same unhurried pace and give her a soft, measured kiss.
There’s a chemistry between us that I’ve never known before. The sparks are undeniable, and the little we’ve done exceeds most of my experiences.
Just how maddeningly intense will the sex be if this is how I react to a kiss?
To my relief, we don’t run into anyone on our way to the elevator. It’s later than I thought, and everyone’s gone. The ride down is overwhelmingly silent—but it’s welcome, for once. It allows me to think about what we’re about to do. And how much of a shit show it could turn into.
HR will have my fucking head if they hear about this. But they won’t, right? No one ever has to know about what happens tonight. Just Andrea and me.
She gets into the car before I can open the door for her, and as I sit behind the wheel, she turns to me and says, “I’m not risking everything over mediocre sex, so it better be good.”
Were I not so tense, I probably would have laughed at her words. I don’t answer, but the look I give her should clear up her doubts.
I’ll make it so good that she’ll remember tonightfor years to come.
