Office Grump: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

* * *One wild day and a couple of long flights later, we’re on our honeymoon.

“Do you like it?” Mag opens the door to his beachfront condo in Kona, just a few miles from the farm.

“Holy crap. It’s beautiful here, and it smells like The Bean Bar.”

He laughs. “I told you I bought the farm.”

“I half thought you were joking...or at least embellishing.”

But no. Even the Hawaiian breeze rolling off the sea kisses my face, welcoming me in this otherworldly place with a man I’m convinced isn’t fully mortal.

The condo looks sleek, white, and immaculate. The lower floor has a patio that opens to our private beach. The bedroom on the second floor has a huge balcony overlooking the ocean.

“What’ll it be first, sweetheart?” he asks as we unpack.

“I want to swim with the dolphins. Oh, and see turtles if we can!”

“That can be arranged. It just so happens I’ve requested the best turtle tour guide for us, Valerie Calum. She’s flying in from Oahu tomorrow.”

“Amazing.” I bite my bottom lip.

We might need to sleep first, though. That flight was so long, but it didn’t steal all of my energy.

Heading for the bathroom, I slide into the white lingerie I secretly packed.

When I step out, his eyes match the sea, full of sun and steaming with desire.

“I thought you were tired. That seems too luxurious to sleep in,” he says with a knowing smirk.

I walk to bed, lean over, and kiss him, laying my hand against his chest.

His urgency overtakes mine in no time, and he pulls me down on the bed.

My hands stroke down his bare chest and washboard abs, hooking under the band of his boxers.

Growling, he yanks the belt of my robe loose, letting it fall open.

“You’re the devil in an angel’s guise,” he whispers, his voice smoldering.

I straddle his chest, leaning down to his ear.

“You’ll like my sin. I promise.”

“Fuck,” he rasps, right before delivering a wildfire kiss.

The luxe lingerie doesn’t stay on me for long, but we’re both past caring. I think I’d go around in a paper bag for a year if it meant having his kiss, his groan, and those rough, thick hands roaming my body.

I throw my arms around his neck and sink down, engulfing every inch of him. The instant pleasure sends my head back, and I dig my nails into his skin, holding on for dear life.

“What have I done to that sweet, innocent little suburbanite?” Mischief dances in his eyes, and he’s trying so hard to hold back, not to thrust.

“You freed me,” I whisper, flicking my tongue across his lips to tease him back. “Now you get to deal with the billionaire hotshot’s wife.”

“Lucky me. I always wanted a woman who gives it back as good as I do,” he rumbles, crashing his hips into mine so hard I bounce on his hardness.

He kisses me again.

“I had no idea it was a power struggle,” I laugh, pulling my face away.

“It’s called evolving, Brina. I want my wife to become the best version of herself so she never, ever even thinks about anyone else.”

“You called me yours again,” I tease, touching a playful finger to his nose.

A fierce hand smacks my butt, and I jerk, loving how he’s always on point.

“You remember your place—the only one that’s non-negotiable.” He rakes his hand through my hair, his eyes incandescent. “You’re here, and you’re mine. Forever.”

A wicked current races up my back.

“The first time I saw you, I thought you were gorgeous, rich, and arrogant,” I whisper, brushing my lips on his. “The first day we worked together, I thought some smarter, prettier, better dressed woman would be here one day, and I already hated her.”

“Here in Kona?”

I kiss his bare shoulder.

“In your arms.”

“Never,” he growls. “Don’t forget I know my place, too. I’m so fucking yours forever, Brina Heron, and it’s the only place I was ever meant for.”

Our lips meet, mouths open, and a familiar dance begins.

My arms thread around his neck as my mind blanks, his hips meeting mine with every thrust.

His kisses sear. His touches blaze. His eyes flipping glow.

His mouth covers one breast and then the next, teasing my nipples into delirium. I drop my hand to his neck, holding him in place. My fingers slide through his thick sandy hair. He runs a hand between my thighs and his fingers trace up and down the seam of my opening, where we’re joined.

God, do I shudder.

“I can’t decide whether to make slow, sweet love to you on this honeymoon or fuck you like a madman. I just know I’m the luckiest man alive—”

“You don’t believe in luck.” I barely get the words out past the fire in my body as he thrusts.

“I do now. Things change, Brina, I’ve got you.”

“Take me,” I grind out as he thrusts again. “Mag, please.”