Love a Boss (Boss Duet 2)

She let out a sigh and my pulse spiked. I moved closer, hand still raised high in the air with the hostage still looped around my finger.

“You should have spoken to me weeks ago, Penny.” I moved around the desk until we were inches apart. She made a play for the keys which I blocked. “Not so quick there.”

“Give them back.”

“Or what?”

Her face heated, her cheeks turning pink. “Or I’ll write you up.”

My head snapped back with laughter. Is she for fucking real? This wasn’t high school or some teenage job where if you didn’t show up on time you’d lose pay. “You can’t write me up. I’m half-owner, and you’re just a manager. Don’t think for one second you’re actually my boss.”

She angered at my words, and a spark ignited in her eyes. “I am your boss.”

“No darling, you’re not. Fucking apologize to me. Don’t I deserve that much? You’re engaged to my brother.”

Coming unglued with emotion firing off in every synapses of my being, I dropped my eyes to the floor where the image of Dex’s brain matter and bloody skull filled my mind and I smiled.

I tried not to raise my eyes. I didn’t want to see her gorgeous eyes shining like the damn North star guiding me back to something I couldn’t have.

No, I kept my eyes glued to the terrazine floor and pictured Dex’s body writhing in pain.

Let’s face it, though, I’m a glutton for punishment. When I lifted my face and met her eyes, I was kicked right back to square one, ground zero where it all began. Her freckles haunted me as she hung her head down, glancing at the floor beneath her feet, shrugging her shoulders. When she lifted her head, her copper eyes met mine and she appeared scared. My protective instinct kicked in. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Instead, I stepped closer and transferred the keys to the other hand, keeping them high in the air. “Apologize to me.”

“I didn’t know he was your brother. I’m sorry.” Finally. Finally, she gave me the words. It didn’t feel as good as I had hoped. I dropped the keys on the desk, and they clattered to the floor. She knelt before me, and when her gaze lifted to mine, a slow smile spread on my face. “While you’re down there.”

She pushed my legs, sending me back a few paces. She shot up with the keys in her hands, and anger made a little furrow between her brows. God help me, I wanted to kiss it. “Just try to keep your dick in check, or it’ll be punished,” she bit out.

“Oh, I like that,” I taunted her.

She pulled up the th

in strap of her sundress that kept sliding off the slope of her shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

“No, why don’t you show me, Penny. Show me how you’d punish my cock.”

She hesitated, her eyes checking out my growing erection as it strained against the fabric. I needed to readjust, but as her gaze traveled up my body I froze. When her eyes met mine, I couldn’t move. Fuck this.

I stepped closer. With both hands I grabbed her cheeks in my palms and slammed my lips to hers, reveling in her taste.

I missed her taste.

Missed every goddamn inch of her.

FIVE

PENNY

His lips were softer than I remembered.

The longer strands of his hair brushed my forehead as heat traveled up my spine and across my chest. I grasped onto his shirt, clinging onto him. This is how a woman should be kissed. With passion and hunger and hands threading in her hair to grip it. I gave every bit back to him. Our tongues got reacquainted, and his dick pressed against my stomach as he leaned closer.

Please don’t stop.

He moved me back with one step, and my ass landed on the desk. With no hesitation, I spread my legs to allow him to step between them.

He broke the kiss, his lust filled eyes searching mine. “Penny, show me.”

I wanted more than anything to give into his every filthy command, but, instead, I pushed him back. My hands splayed on his chest, the ring on my finger a reminder.