Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

He seems to acknowledge the truth, and although it hurts more than I thought it would, it has to come out. We have to focus on raising this baby. That will forever be our top priority.

“I’ll stop playing these games on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

His eyes are practically dancing, and I subconsciously look around the room, wondering why he is watching me this way. Under his stare, my cheeks flush and my body temperature rises.

“I want to kiss you. Just one kiss. Nothing more.”

I laugh, thinking it’s a joke, until his expression tells me to shut the fuck up because he is dead serious.

“But you’re—”

He doesn’t allow me to finish, moving his body close to mine and cupping my chin in his masculine hands. My uneven breaths are terrified and anticipating his next move. He runs his nose along my chin and moves his face slightly upwards until his lips press gently onto mine. One kiss, that’s all. Just one little peck won’t hurt, right? I part my lips until our tongues meet midway and intertwine. With a slow and tantalizing pace, our lips move in sync, and the taste of him melts away at my body, reacting instantly. Kitty is trying to break free from her cage, but goddammit I cannot, will not, allow that to happen.

My hands mimic his and find their way to his chiseled cheekbones. We continue to kiss like this for what feels like forever, and much like high school, my jaw starts to get sore. Kitty is aching like a swollen bitch, drowning in my panties and demanding some sort of lifejacket. With a final moan, we both slow the pace and pull away simultaneously.

Stupid me. I look directly at his pants.

Fuckity fuck, fuck! He looks rock hard.

We catch our breath, and suddenly feeling shy, I struggle to look into his eyes, avoiding them till it’s impossible. Everything I see there is filled with forbidden feelings. Lust, sex, desire . . . and maybe traces of something deeper. The silence deepens and neither of us says a word for what feels like minutes.

“See, it was just a kiss,” he insists, adjusting his pants.

“Yep, just a kiss. A kiss that will never happen again.”

“Never ever happen again. And that was the point I was trying to prove.”

I turn to face him, and with curio

sity, I ask, “You had a point to prove?”

“Yes,” he quietly chokes. “The awkward part is over. No more curiosity. So now we can be normal . . . be friends.”

What planet is he on? Not the same horny planet I’m on, that’s for sure.

“Okay, so we can be friends,” I say, unsure.

“Great.” He claps his hands, surprising me. “So what are you up to this weekend?”

Really? We both just had the most intense kiss ever, and now this is what we are discussing? It’s such a bizarre reaction.

“Just shopping for last-minute stuff for the baby and that’s about it. You?”

“Before I forget, my mom wants to meet you. Well, she’s been begging to meet you since I told her, but I think now’s the time.”

“Okay . . .”

“David wants me in L.A. next month to manage the office while the senior editor is having an operation, so I’ll be gone for three weeks.”

“David? Oh! Mr. Sadler, right.”

“Then, I’ll be spending a week in Vegas for my bachelor party,” he adds.

Whoa, rewind. Again, he gives me the most intense kiss only to tell me he’s going to party all week and probably get laid by a stripper? My blood rises and that unusual bout of jealousy is consuming me. I stare at my feet, trying to control these fucked-up feelings. Don’t say anything . . . just keep it to yourself.

“Strippers? Weren’t you the one who told me about fucking them or something?”