I cocked my head to the side. “What makes you think you’ll be able to kiss me on Saturday?”
Slowly, he smiled, his confidence fully returned. “I’m going to kiss you on Saturday, and I’m going to kiss you today,” he informed me.
His confidence was like an aphrodisiac. As he bent his head toward mine, I never once considered denying him.
The connection of our lips was soft and tentative at first, as if we were both testing the waters while doing something we had no business doing at my workplace. I leaned into him, myhands lifting to his shoulders as the kiss deepened. Marcus’s right hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers sinking into my bun and holding my head in place.
I made a sound that was part sigh and part moan, feeling him smile against my mouth. His left arm wound around my waist, pulling me closer. With our bodies pressed tightly together, I felt every hard inch of him—from his chest to his powerful thighs—and the hardening bulge pressed against my abdomen.
His tongue teased the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, plunging my own tongue into his mouth. I tasted coffee combined with the delicious flavor that was all Marcus.
Gripping his shirt, I anchored myself while the Earth shifted beneath my feet. Angling his head to the side, he devoured my mouth as our tongues tangled and stoked the flames of desire.
One hand lowered to grab my bottom, while the other tightened in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. Heat scorched my blood. I knew he would be a good kisser, but this was devastatingly good. It was the kind of kiss that made you forget your own name and where you were.
I caressed his nape and slid my hand up the back of his head. As he ground his hips against mine, I groaned softly, almost angry at the unfulfilled promise in his movements. Yes, we were in my office, but I couldn’t make myself care.
His lips left mine to trail a path along my jaw to the sensitive spot below my ear, and I let out an open-mouthed gasp that was louder than I intended. Digging my fingers into his shoulders, I rubbed my aching nipples against his chest and heard a rumble of male approval.
“Damn, Julia,” he murmured against my neck, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable.
Hearing my name broke the spell of hazy lust I had fallen under, and I remembered with a jolt where we were.
I placed a hand on his chest and felt his heart racing beneath my palm as I gently pushed him back. “I think that’s enough for today,” I said with a shaky laugh.
He stepped back reluctantly, licking his thick lips, his breathing as ragged as mine, looking very much like he wanted to finish what we’d started.
I touched my fingers to my throbbing mouth, where the phantom pressure of his kiss remained.
He looked me up and down, his nostrils notably flaring. “I better go before I lift you onto that table and do things that will get you fired.”
Heat flashed through me at the visual he created, and I shook my head to dispel the image of me on the table, my skirt shoved up to my thighs. Marcus between my legs, pumping his hips and giving me exactly what I craved.
“Good idea. I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“You best believe you’ll see me on Saturday. If you don’t show up, Noah and I are jumping in the car to come find you.”
“I promise I’ll be there,” I said with a smile.
Slipping his hand into my waistband, he pulled me in for a short, hot kiss. “I should go before I change my mind and follow through on my threat,” he said against my lips. Another quick kiss. “I’ll talk to you later.”
Then he left.
I remained behind, standing in the conference room with kiss-swollen lips and a racing heart, wondering how I was supposed to concentrate on work for the rest of the day.
Chapter 14
Julia
Yet again, getting dressed to see Marcus had me trying on different outfits. My black dress was too formal, and my wrap dress implied I was trying too hard. I settled on a burgundy wrap tank top and jeans. According to Leanne, I looked sexy.
“He’s going to lose his mind,” she said from the doorway of my bathroom.
No doubt I looked good because Leanne would have told me if I didn’t. It was nice to have someone I could trust completely.
“Thanks.” I fluffed my hair, admiring the volume of my twist-out. I added dangling earrings to my ears, and my look was complete.
I turned to face her, overcome with sadness. She and the girls were moving out tomorrow. She and her husband had both been playing a game of chicken, neither wanting to be the one to give in first, but the last time he came to pick up the girls, he dropped to his knees and begged Leanne to come home.
