Guy Hater (Fisher Brothers 2)

When I couldn’t respond, he leaned even closer, closing the space between us. His breath was warm and smelled of cinnamon as it feathered across my lips. My heart thundered inside my chest with a victory cry I hadn’t yet approved.

“Say you forgive me, Claudia,” he whispered, and my breath caught in my throat. “Say it.”

I wanted him so much, I was nearly bursting out of my skin, but didn’t want to give in so easily. “You’re not the boss of me.”

Frank laughed, reaching out to clasp the back of my neck, holding me in place. “I might be the boss a little bit.” His fingers tangled in my hair, and his gaze dropped to my lips as he growled my name.

And that was all it took. I caved.

“I forgive y—”

My words died on my lips as his mouth crushed against mine. I opened to him, wanting to feel his tongue, longing to taste every inch of him. He kissed me like he owned me, like I belonged to him, like he’d done it a hundred times before, and I let him. There was no way in hell I planned on stopping what was easily the most passionate kiss of my life.

This was definitely worth waiting for.

Maybe Frank was the boss of me after all.

She Owns Me

Frank

The second my mouth found Claudia’s, it went to work claiming her. Her soft lips belonged to me. The tongue she darted in and out of my mouth also belonged to me. The sweet moan that escaped from within her as we kissed belonged to me as well.

She stood up quickly and without warning, never breaking our kiss as she brought me with her, her hands pulling at my hair, tugging me closer. Her tits pressed against my chest, her body flush with mine as she ground her hips into me.

I was half certain she didn’t even realize that she was doing it, but it was driving me fucking crazy. I’d waited so long to have any part of Claudia, and now I wanted it all. I wanted to rip every piece of clothing from her body and take her right here on my fucking desk at work, but I couldn’t do that to her.

At least, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Breaking the kiss took all of my self-control; it was last thing I wanted to do. I pulled away from her slowly and admired the flush of her face, the way her hands gripped me tightly, not wanting me to stop, and the way her chest heaved in and out. I’d done that to my girl, made her breathless.

“Can we go on that date now?” I asked.

Her lips widened into a smile. “Now?”

“I don’t want to waste any more time, Claudia. I want to be with you, and I plan on starting right this very minute if you’ll have me.” I held out my hand and waited for her to take it.

I’d already planned to take her to Malibu for dinner, followed by a walk along the beach. The optimist in me had hoped that tonight would end well. I hadn’t considered any other outcome, hadn’t even wanted to.

Claudia accepted my hand and squeezed tight. “Who knew you were so bossy?”

“There’s a lot we don’t know about each other, but I plan on finding out.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to those gorgeous lips. My lips.

“Are we taking your motorcycle?” she asked before I pulled the office door open.

“Is that okay? I can borrow Ryan’s car instead,” I offered, knowing that he would be fine with it.

She shook her head. “I’m excited to ride on your bike. I get a helmet, right?”

“Yep. I bought you one earlier today,” I said with a smug grin, and she swatted my shoulder.

“You bought me a helmet? You really were quite presumptuous, Mr. Fisher.”

“Told you I was hopeful.”

I left out the fact that I’d also bought a new mattress set and had it delivered. I didn’t want Claudia to feel insecure or uncomfortable when I finally had her in my space. I wanted everything to be perfect for that night, and a bed I used to share with my ex-girlfriend was anything but.

When I opened the door, Ryan and Nick both turned around and focused on our clasped hands.