My Naughty Boss

In short order, we were leaving the restaurant. As we were threading through the tables, I caught sight of various pairs of male eyes landing on Sophia. She was gorgeous. Of course men would notice her.

I didn't like it. Not one bit.

A wave of possessiveness rolled through me. This was odd. I didn't get possessive about women. Even when I’d been engaged to Kayla, I hadn't felt that way about her. Kayla had been beautiful and smart. I’d made the erroneous assumption her intellect meant she wasn't solely hunting for a wealthy man to marry. I’d later learned, quite bluntly, the faultiness of my assumptions. I'd been accustomed to men appreciating her whenever we were together. It had never bothered me in the slightest, not the way it bothered me to have men noticing Sophia. As we walked past one table of men, all of them I knew in some distant capacity, too many eyes landed on the swing of her hips and her lush bottom.

I felt like a damn caveman inside. I wanted to lift her into my arms and brand her with a kiss. I shackled the urge and satisfied myself with sliding my hand onto her low back, just above the delectable curve of her bottom. The walk through the restaurant felt endless. It wasn't particularly large, yet it was mostly populated with men. This building was high-end living for the wealthy and for those who wanted their privacy to be lock tight. CEO’s abounded here. I shackled my urge to behave like a possessive fool and escorted her through the door and into the hallway. Unbeknownst to me, a function was being held in one of the suites above. There was a line for the elevator to the parking garage. I gritted my teeth. I didn't want to take her through the now crowded hallway.

Sophia started walking in that direction, and I nudged her, steering her with my hand.

“I'll take you out the back way.”

She glanced up. One look into her liquid brown eyes, and lust bolted through me. Not to say I had my body under control to begin with, but hell, her mere existence was like a shot of lust in my veins. I led her down the hallway, away from the crowded entrance through another door into another hallway, this one blessedly empty. I walked swiftly to the private elevator in the back and entered the code. This was a resident’s only access elevator. Inside of a moment, it whispered to our floor. I contemplated what I wanted to do. If I had my way, I’d take her straight to my place, yet I doubted she’d go along with it. We stepped inside, the doors humming closed behind us, and I tapped the hold button.

Sophia glanced up at me as if she meant to ask me a question. I didn't care to talk. Not now. I slid my hand down over the curve of her bottom and spun her, bringing her fast against me, and taking a few steps until her back was against the wall.

Her gorgeous brown eyes widened. “Lucas, what are you doing?”

I stared down at her. Her pulse was fluttering wildly and her nipples were tight little points against my chest. “I’m about to kiss you,” I said.

“I thought we agreed that wasn't a good idea,” she countered.

Her breath was coming in short pants.

“We didn't agree on anything. Tell me you don't want me to kiss you, and I won't.”

I knew I was pushing the limits here, but I didn't give a damn. I wanted Sophia too much. Her breath hitched, her eyes darkened, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips again. Fuck me. She needed to answer fast. When she didn't say anything, I spoke again.

“Well?”

Her eyes narrowed. “I'm not going to lie. I’m just not so sure it's a good idea.”

“Why don't we see if it's a good idea?”

A little laugh escaped, her breasts pressing against my chest with it.

“All you have to do is tell me no,” I said.

Sophia stared back at me, the air around us weighted with desire. When she didn't say anything, I flattened my palm against the wall behi

nd her and slid my other hand through her hair, brushing it away from her face. Then, I finally gave into what I’d wanted for an entire fucking week. I fit my mouth over hers, pouring a week’s worth of desire into our kiss.

Chapter 7

Sophia

Lucas's tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned into our kiss. He kissed like a dream and short-circuited my brain instantly. His kisses were a panty-melting, knee-weakening, utterly masterful mix of gentle and forceful at once—deep sweeps of his tongue, tracing my lips, drawing back and catching my bottom lip between his teeth. Inside of seconds, I was on fire. He molded himself against me. Thank God there was a wall behind me. Without it, I absolutely would've collapsed into a puddle at his feet.

My nipples were so tight, they ached. I was drenched—I could feel the moisture between my thighs. I’d been wet pretty much ever since he sat down beside me at dinner. I could feel the hard, hot length of him at the apex of my thighs and fought the urge to curl my legs around his hips and demand that he fuck me right here, right now. He drew back after a deep sweep of his tongue, his teeth catching my bottom lip softly. His lips blazed a hot, wet trail down the side of my neck as he deftly unbuttoned my blouse. I moaned when his palms cupped my breasts.

Oh. My. God. I gasped his name, distantly hearing myself. I was so awash in sensation, I couldn't think. At all. He rolled one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Dipping his head, his lips made their way down into the valley between my breasts. He drew one of my nipples into his mouth, straight through the silky lace. The hot, wet suction and the subtle friction from the lace nearly made me come right then and there. His knee slid between my thighs, creating just enough pressure on my clit and sending sharp streaks of pleasure through me. He lifted his head.

“Sophia,” he said, his voice gruff.

I dragged my eyes open to find his dark, sinfully green gaze waiting for me. I swallowed, willing my pulse to slow, an utterly futile effort.

“Yes?” I gasped.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.